Jordan's Quest: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 1) (4 page)

Ashley tried to deny it, but he held her head tight. "Mine."

She sobbed and closed her eyes, refusing to accept it.

He took her hand and guided her back to his room, into the bathroom. But this time he prepared the huge bathtub for her, with scented bubbles.

He helped her out of her t-shirt and made her enter the warm water, but to her surprise, he didn’t enter with her, leaving her alone to enjoy her bath.

Chapter Nine

She sank her whole body in the warm water, staying underneath the water for as long as she could, trying to cleanse her soul from all the pain and all the shadows. She emerged from the water, taking deep breaths, feeling more calmed, more controlled.

But she no longer fooled herself. She knew he would trash her calm and her control with just being there. She still couldn’t accept the way her body betrayed her, surrendering her body to him, to his kisses and to his touch.

What evil power did he have over her? She rubbed her face, seeking clarity.

She shouldn’t have mentioned her mother. She had given him the most powerful weapon he could use against her. If he threatened her mother, she would walk on fire to protect her, and now she was sure he knew that. How he would use that, she still didn’t know.

Jordan left her alone in the bathtub and used the shower in the bathroom in the room next door. He couldn’t believe how easily he lost control with her. His desire didn’t seem to diminish, he had just fucked her, and he wanted her again. She was quickly becoming an obsession and he wasn’t happy with it.

He returned to his own room, listening to her still in the bathtub. He had to figure out the best way to keep her beside him, without causing too much fuss, and the idea of using her mother as leverage started to make real sense. He could tell she would go through hell to keep her mother safe.

With a plan forming in his head, he went to the bathroom. "It's been long enough, get out of there." He announced, grabbing a clean towel.

She slowly got up and left the tub, letting him wrap her wet body with the towel.

"Dry yourself off, and join me in the room. We need to talk." He informed her in a very ominous tone, before he returned to the room.

Ashley dried her body and her hair delaying the moment to return, as much as she could. She even combed her long hair in a French braid. She knew she wasn’t going to like whatever he had to tell her.

Not wanting to put on his t-shirt again, she wrapped herself in another towel and taking a deep breath, she returned to the room. He was looking out of the window, but he turned to look at her when she walked in.

"You took your time." He said in a scornful tone.

"I have very long hair, it takes time to dry it and comb it." She answered in a cold tone, crossing her arms over her chest, securing the towel.

He walked over to her, and grabbed a big fist of her hair, pulling it hard, making her head lean back. "That's easy to fix. Some slavers love to shave their slaves completely." His tone was threatening.

"Is that what I am now?" she asked, forcing herself to keep her hands still, alongside her body. "Your slave?"

"Yes, my slave, my new fuck toy." He replied, pulling her hair harder, before letting it go. She watched him in silence for a few moments. "Don’t you have anything to say?" he asked her.

"Would it change anything?" she asked, showing her hopelessness in every word.

"No, it wouldn’t."

"I don’t fight losing battles."

He laughed, amused. "Good, then we shouldn’t have many problems." He ran a hand through his hair. "I have a proposal for you."

"I thought slaves didn’t get to chose." She said, sarcastic.

"You don’t, but this proposal is more for your benefit than mine."

"Now, isn’t that hard to believe?"

"Don’t be a smart ass." He warned her.

"Let's hear it, then."

"I will let you talk to your mother and calm her fears about your whereabouts, if you agree to behave, to obey me completely and stay beside me for as long as I want." He stated.

"And if I don’t?

"You'll be chained to my bed, force to do all I want, and your mother will receive a dead body with your name on it." He answered coldly.

"What would stop me from saying yes and then escaping?" she asked, trying to cover all bases.

"If you say yes, your mother will gain an invisible bodyguard that will become her executioner the moment you escape from me." He explained, with an emotionless tone. The guy was little more than a walking stone statue. "And then, I'll find you, and believe me there is no hole in hell where you can hide from me. And when I do find you, you'll regret the day you were born. I don’t forgive treason, so you better keep that in mind." His words felt like daggers going through her body, and she held herself tight.

"Can I think about this?" she asked, unsure of the best way to handle the situation. She was lost, and she knew it. He would never let her walk out of this. She had to consider what would be better for her mother.

"Considering how much you seemed to care about your mother, I thought there was nothing to think about." He said in a cold tone.

"Precisely because I love my mother, and she is the most important person in my life, I have to consider how much good I'll do to her, putting her right in your claws." She answered, firmly.

"As long as you behave, she will only receive benefits from me."

"That's a very wide option. What do you include in my 'good behavior'? Will you kill her if you tell me to wear a black dress and I use a red one?" she exaggerated.

"She will stay alive as long as you stay with me." He declared.

"If I don’t accept your proposal, she'll mourn me, and go on with her life, safe and away from you and your kind." She stated.

"Where does she live? I'll find out any way, I just want to make a point." He asked.

"In Caricuao." She reluctantly answered.

"She's surrounded by 'my kind'. And you never know when a lost bullet might hit you, or a stoned kid will decide he wants to kill someone…" he stated, sarcastically.

"Accepting your proposal won't change that." She pointed it out.

"I can get her a good job, as a house caretaker, with a small house for her to live in, away from any danger." He offered.

"That would get her under your total control."

"Damn you woman!" he shouted. "Stop looking for the fifth leg on the cat and accept it. It's your best choice." He ranted.

"I don’t want to endanger her life."

"As long as you stay with me, she will be better than she has ever been." He insisted.

"And when you decide you no longer want me with you? What will happen then?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there. But I assure you, your mother won't be affected by that."

"God… are you sure you're human?" she spurted furious. "How can you imagine for a second my… my disappearance won't affect her?" she asked, refusing to say death, even though she truly believed that would be her final destiny.

"Enough of this." He shouted, losing his patience. "Chose now, or I'll withdraw my offer."

She sobbed and covered her mouth with her hand, trying to control her emotions. She couldn’t give up, and saying no was the same as surrendering without a fight. While she was alive there would be hope, and who knows, maybe she would be able to find a way out.

"Yes… I accept your offer." She said, holding herself tight.

Jordan almost sighed when she finally accepted. He felt as if he had gone through a mortal combat and had barely escaped alive. She was a hard nut to crack, and he had to admit that was one of the things he liked more about her.

He could have kept her underground, locked away in a dungeon for his use and pleasure, but for reasons he wasn’t able to explain, not even to himself, he needed more than that. Much more.

He picked his cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Call your mother, tell her you finally gave in to my pleas and that you are with me, and staying with me for a while." He instructed her. "Put her on speaker, or I'll end the call."

"What makes you think my mother knows anything about you?" she asked, disdainfully.

He let out a dry laugh. "Because you are women, and women always talk about men."

She snapped the phone out of his hand and dialed her mother's number.

"Mami, it's me."

"Ashley, hijita, where the hell have you been?" her mother almost shouted in her ear. "Mara has been calling me since this morning, worried about you."

"I'm sorry mom, I really am. I had no intention to worry you." She tried to appease her mother.

"But… are you alright? Where are you?"

"I'm still in Margarita, mom. I… I met Jordan at the airport… and he… he convinced me to stay with him." She finally uttered, being as truthful as she could. She could see Jordan's scornful smile as he heard her.

"Jordan Martinez? But… I thought you didn’t want anything to do with this man, hijita."

"I didn’t… but… he found a way to convince me." She continued, giving her back to him, before falling into the temptation to throw something at him and wipe the little smile from his face.

"Hija, are you sure of what you're doing?" the concern in her mother's voice almost made her cry, but she swallowed the knot in her throat, before she continued.

"I know what you must be thinking, but I decided this was worth giving it a shot."

"And what about your job? Will you keep it?"

Ashley closed her eyes for a moment, remembering how hard she had struggled to get that job. "No, mom, I quit it. And I know I loved my job, but I need time to dedicate to him."

"I just want what's best for you, cariño, and you know that no matter what you can always count on me."

"Thank you, mom. I don’t know when we'll go back to Caracas, but I'll try to call you as much as I can." She informed her, trying to sound happy and cheerful, feelings that were far from what she really felt.

"Alright, sweetheart, just take care of yourself."

"I will, mom, I will." She ended the call and stared at the phone for a few seconds as the weight of what she had just accepted dawned on her.

He took the phone from her hand, and put it back in his pocket. Outside, night was falling.

"Happy?" he asked with a hoarse tone.

"Hardly." 

Chapter Ten

He came up behind her, and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. "It won't be that bad." He felt compelled to say.

"Sure…"

He leaned his head towards her, inhaling the sweet perfume of her hair, before he looked for her earlobes, kissing it, making the tip of his tongue draw its edge, even nibbling it, as he felt her body shiver in his arms. "You taste so sweet…" he whispered in her ear. "And now, you're all mine."

She bit down her lips to muffle the moan coming out of her mouth, not ready to let him know just how much he affect her, to accept she really was his now, his slave, his fuck toy, just like he had told her.

Slowly, he released the towel from her body, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her succulent curves to his hands and eyes.

He took her arms up, wrapping them around his neck, making her breasts to stick out even more, with her nipples already hard.

The dim light from the sunset filled the room with shadows and mysteries, allowing Ashley to hide the pleasure his touch and his caresses gave her.

He ran his hands over her sides, up and down a couple of times, before he cupped her breasts, giving them small squeezes, kneading them.

Then, he reached up for her nipples, capturing them with his fingers, rolling them, twisting them, even pinching them.

Her breathing was now labored, her chest was heaving and rushes of pleasure ran down her whole body. In the bedroom, all you could hear were moans and growls.

At some point, he flipped her round in his arms and resting his hands in her shoulders, he made her kneel in front of him.

With a sigh, she pulled his hard thick cock out of his shorts, and took him in her mouth. He buried his hands in her head, making her still, he was too eager… too close for any more play.

He shoved his hard, thick cock in her mouth, fucking her fast, thrusting himself deep, oblivious to anything else then his pleasure.

Ashley struggled to breathe as he thrust his cock down her throat, relaxing as much as she could, allowing him to search for his pleasure, her tongue running through his hard shaft, feeling it swell and tremble just seconds before he poured his hot cum deep in her mouth, with a loud growl.

He stood there, in front of her, his eyes closed, his head leaning back, for a few moments, recovering his breath.

Suddenly, he put his hard cock back in his shorts and stormed out of the room, leaving her there, puzzled, trying to guess what had just happened.

She waited there for a few more moments, and when she realized he wasn’t going to come back soon, she just crawled onto the bed and let herself fall asleep. She was too exhausted.

Jordan stormed out of the room and headed to his private beach. He needed fresh air, and time away from that sorcerer. He wasn’t happy with his body's reaction to her, and he didn’t remember ever feeling this attracted to a woman. His need for her seemed to grow every time he took her, and that made him feel vulnerable, something he couldn’t allow himself to be. He was surrounded by too many hungry sharks, just waiting for him to show a hint of weakness to jump to his throat.

He walked down to the dune that marked the end of his beach and sat for a while on the sand.

He needed to find a way to satisfy the lust he felt for her. And fast.

Then it occurred to him, he should take her to his friend's private island in the Caribbean. There he would have enough privacy to enjoy his new little toy, to get so much of her it would kill this hunger he felt growing inside him.

Yes, that would be perfect.

With plans forming in his mind, he got up and returned to his room, just to find her sleeping in his bed. With a smirk, he took off his clothes and crawled next to her, cuddling her in his arms and falling asleep.

Ashley woke up when the sun made its appearance in the sky. For a moment she was confused, not recognizing where she was, or with whom, she added, when she noticed the strong arm crossed over her body, and felt his hard cock poking her buttocks.

The events of the previous day rushed back to her mind and she muffled a groan. Jordan Martinez…

She was in bed with Jordan Martinez, not only that, she had agreed to become his sex slave.

He moved behind her, pulling her closer to him. "I thought you would never wake up." He whispered in her ear, as he pulled her leg over his, exposing her pussy, while making his cock slid through her slit.

"Maybe I want to sleep some more…" she protested, trying to pull back her leg.

"No, you don’t." he replied, securing her leg firmly in place. "Because, now you have a job to do."

"I do? And what could that be?" she asked, ironic.

"To please me. Your whole existence must be based on that simple sentence."

She snorted contemptuously. "You give yourself too much importance, dear."

He laughed and sliding his hand down her leg, he guided his hard cock to her entrance. "Well, you must make me the most important thing in your life…" he said thrusting himself hard inside her, making her gasp.

In just a few seconds, he had her trembling in his arms, as desire blasted through her body, expelling all coherent thought from her mind, making her a moldable dough in his hands.

He ran his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, using them to thrust himself deeper in her while he pounded her hard and fast.

His lips kissed and nibbled her shoulder adding more feelings, more sensations to her already overloaded body. She moaned and he grunted and with a few more jostles, he threw them both into an ocean of pleasure as waves of bliss cascaded over them.

For a while, they just stayed there, their bodies entangled, their hearts beating at the same rhythm as their panting slowly subsided.

He smacked her hip, and jumped out of bed. "Get up, we need to get you some clothes. I can't have you naked all the time." He ordered, heading to the bathroom. "Shower in the next room or we'll never get out of the house."

She snorted at that, slowly getting up, just to be grabbed by him and quickly reduced to trembling mass of desire, when he kissed her passionately, stealing her breath away. "You were saying, muñeca?" he growled.

"Nothing… nothing… on my way to the shower." She walked around him, and practically ran to the other room to shower, being followed by his laughter.

She showered quickly, braiding her hair again. With no clothes to put on she looked for a bathrobe and found one on one of the bathroom shelves, and put it on. She went back to his room to wait for instructions, trying not to think of how much her life had changed in just one day.

She had to keep reminding herself not to lower her guard with Jordan. This wasn’t a love affair, she even doubted he knew the word existed, what to say of the feeling. She had to keep in mind he was going to discard her as soon as he got tired of her, and surely it wouldn’t take him much to get there.

She entered his room finding him putting on a polo shirt over his jeans. "Ready?" he asked looking at her through the mirror.

"As ready as I can be. I don’t have any clothes."

"Yes… I guess Joanne might have something you could borrow, she is as tall and as thin as you are, although not as graced as you, when it comes to curves." He said with a smile. "We will go shopping and solve that problem. Wait here." He left the room and only a couple of minutes later, he returned with Joanne. The other woman was carrying a beach white dress.

"Good morning, señorita. El señor Jordan told me about your problem, so I brought you this. I believe it will fit." With a kind smile, she handed her the dress.

"Thank you, Joanne, it's very nice of you to lend me your dress." She said, feeling how her cheeks blushed, not wanting to start imagining what the woman might think of her.

"It's a pleasure, señorita."

"Please call me Ashley."

The young woman smiled and left.

"I guess asking for underwear would be too much…" she said, examining the lovely dress.

"I'll buy you some later. You can be without it for a while."

"Sure…"

"Put it on, breakfast is already waiting for us, and I'm starving." He hurried her. "Ah, and here are your shoes. Garcia had the brilliant idea of grabbing them when you lost them yesterday."

She took her shoes from his hands and put them on. "How kind of him." She said, oozing sarcasm.

He let out a small laugh and guided her to the same terrace where they had eaten the day before. This time, with a clear head, Ashley was able to appreciate the beauty and elegance of the house. It was the typical beach house, but with very luxurious decorations. Marble floors, bamboo furniture, huge windows, with no shades to keep the luxurious gardens away, it was a fantastic place. She could even see a mirror pool near the wall that separated the house from the beach.

"I'll take you to the mall. I'm sure you'll be able to find all you need there." He informed her while they enjoyed a delicious breakfast. "We'll buy several swimming suits and beach clothes. I'm planning on spending some time on a small private island."

"Whatever you say, it's your money." She said, trying to sound casual, but deep inside she hated the idea of him buying clothes for her, it made her feel like his whore and she didn’t like the feeling, not even a little bit.

He looked at her with a frown, not buying her act, but she avoided his look. "How long will we stay there?"

"I have no idea… as long as we want."

She sighed. "I would like to call my best friend and coworker, if you're alright with that. She must be worried."

He threw her his phone. "Call her, but mind your words."

She contained the childish desire of showing him her tongue, and dialed Mara's number.

"Mara… It's me, Ashley."

"Good god, Ashley, what's this story your mother told me of you being with Jordan Martinez? When did this happen?" her friend almost yelled at her.

"Well… yesterday, when I was trying to escape Sergeant Hernandez, I bumped against Jordan. And one thing led to another and then I realized we were at his place." She resumed.

"I know I told you to give the man a chance, but I never thought you would actually do it." Mara said, showing in every word her incredulity.

"He swept the floor from under my feet… damn Mara, you know him…" she said, trying not to say too much. She could see he was attentive to her talk.

"Yes… but…"

"I'm entitled to some fun, don’t you think?" she cut off her friend's answer.

"I guess…"

"Just be happy for me, Mara." She asked. Mara was a bit tougher to convince than her mother.

"Alright, alright… just be careful, I don’t want to see you destroyed by a man."

"You won't, I promise."

"I stored all your things at the airport, in case you need them."

"Thank you, Mara. I'll pick them up as soon as I can."

"Take care and have fun."

"I will, good bye." She ended the call and gave him the phone.

"Are you done? We should be going." He asked.

"I guess." She answered sighing.

"You sound like someone about to face torture." He spurted.

"Well, maybe that's how I feel."

"I thought all women loved shopping." He replied, puzzled.

"Probably, but I don’t. So please let's make this fast." She said, getting up.

"Women are impossible to understand." He grunted, guiding her to the front door, where two cars waited for them.

One was driven by Garcia and Wilson and the other one, a hummer SUV, by Jordan and herself. "Are they your bodyguards?" she couldn’t help asking.

"Yes they are." He answered with a cold tone.

"And do you real think you need them?" she asked. That fact had always pissed her. All political public figures had several bodyguards, while over 25,000 people were killed a year all around the country by the hands of delinquents.

"Yes, I really need them. We all have a lot of enemies and I'm not making things easy for them by being careless with my life." He replied coldly.

"I see…" well, he did have a point there.

They arrived at the island's biggest mall and soon they were entering the best stores there. He helped her chose all her clothes. He was very clear with what he wanted so she just let him choose. The clothes were for his benefit, not hers.

He bought everything… from underwear to heavy coats. Shoes, sandals, boots… he spent a small fortune and the more he bought the more her mood grew darker.

By the end of the day, she was exhausted, and edgy.