Dangerous Cravings (M&F)

**Present time**

This was a shit situation from the beginning, “It’s evident you don’t want to be a guest here anymore.” I spoke to her, her eyes fixated on the food in front of her. It was growing cold, as well as my patience. “You’re free to go after tonight.” I sipped on my glass of wine. She looked up staring into my eyes, a disappointed look on her face. “You don’t look surprised, are you not relieved Mrs. Cordova? You get to go back to your husband.”

“Are you not worried I am going to tell someone about all this?”

“You gave me your word, that you would not speak of this to anyone so long as we would not harm you. I kept mine; I expect you to keep yours.” It had been about two weeks since the incident and sadly, she has grown on me. I will deeply miss looking into those green eyes. “And if you do not, well, I’m just willing to take that risk.” Mrs. Cordova was in the wrong place at the wrong time that day.

**Two weeks ago**

“Freeze!” The sirens of police cars closing in on us. Bags loaded of money, the hostages all on the ground. My men and I were fleeing the bank when an intimidating police officer stopped us.

“What do you want us to do with her boss?” One of my guys asked from behind me. He dropped the bag and lifted his rifle at her.

“Put the weapon down.” She called out pointing her pistol at him.

“Stop, Dray.” I was staring into her eyes. Green. “It’s not every day we run into such a beautiful woman in uniform. What’s your name officer?” Time was running out and the situation was running hot with the police closing in. Yet, I could not help to admire her. Her black hair, the flower tattoo on her neck, those green eyes. “And must I say, I am a sucker for green eyes.” It was sadistic of me to wonder how she would look out of that uniform and in my bed. That bulky bullet proof vest she has on does no justice to my imagination. I want her. “Take her alive.” The color from her face flushed. “Don’t do anything stupid.” I instructed her. She was frozen in fear, making it easy for Dray to walk up and knock her out.

“Mrs. Cordova,” I called out from across the room. She was sitting on a chair tied down. Regaining consciousness, she looked up realizing that she has been taken. “I really hope you don’t take what we had to do personal. It’s just business and you happened to be part of that business. The part you play is trying to stop powerful men like myself from taking what they want.”

“Powerful men like yourself? You’re a crook, that is all you are. A man that stole his wealth.”

“When I want something, Mrs. Cordova, I take it. No force on earth will stop me.” I paused. I could see the fear I was causing in those beautiful green eyes. No baby, I want those eyes to fill with love, not fear. “Excuse the situation, you were just in a bad place at a bad time.” I spoke as calmly as possible, hoping it would soothe the situation.

“Please let me go.” She begged. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. Please, I want to go home to my husband.” She was gasping for air, fear in her voice. “Don’t hurt me, just let me go home and I will never speak of this again.”

“You will have to earn my trust first. Prove to me you truly want to go home and then I will consider it.” My voice became sterner. I will not allow any weakness, no matter how much I want her. “We’ll keep everything professional officer Cordova.” Standing up from my seat.

“But I do want to go. Please,” she pleaded. I, however, was no longer entertaining this situation. She became noise in the background, begging for freedom. An exhausting situation.

I hope she can convince me. Hurting her was never an option, but I can’t have her find out. I will not allow weakness. “Draw Mrs. Cordova a bath, she will be a guest for a while.” I ordered one of my grunts. “I hope you told your husband you’ll be late for dinner and not to wait up.” I called out, walking out of the room. I could have given the order, have killed her, but I chose not to. Those eyes would have haunted me if I did.

**Present time**

She sat across from me, still in awe. “Why didn’t you kill me?” She asked. “I can tell by the way you walk and talk; you are a very dangerous man.”

I looked up from my steak, “Is that what you think of me?” I bit down on a piece. “I’m not a monster. Life just gave me a different hand to play, so I stole every ace on the table to ensure I win.” She lowered her eyes from me looking away. Raising my glass of wine to her. “Cheers, to freedom.”

There was no sugar coating it. As much as I told her she is a special guest, she knew she was a prisoner. She fought me everyday. Refusing to eat, refusing to wear the clothing I have provided. Declining my gifts. Nothing worked. Till tonight she surprised me with her presence. Sitting across from me at my dinner table.

“Thank you, for everything.” She said taking a sip of her wine and cutting into her steak.

I chuckled. “What have you done with the officer I captured a few weeks ago?”

“No, I’m serious, thank you. Aside from the kidnapping, you have been nothing but a gentleman to me. Yet ruthless to your enemies. I can see now that your wealth brings enemies, and you show no mercy. Yet you showed mercy to me. So, thank you for taking care of me.” She paused looking up at me. “But why? Why me?”

“That is because you are not my enemy, Mrs. Cordova. Something about that day, you caught my attention and my desire. I couldn’t hurt you but couldn’t allow you to hurt my organization either. Thus, in the heat of the moment I brought you here, as a guest of honor.”

“Please, call me Helen.” She smiled at me, taking a bite of her food.

“Very well, Helen. I am Zachary, at your service.” I said formally introducing myself. “Tell me Helen.” I paused analyzing her. “I notice when you speak to me you look away. Do you fear me?” I asked. She was frozen in her response, her breath still. She quickly picked up her glass of wine, knocking it back. “Careful, its strong.”

“I do fear you.” Even though I tried to prepare myself, her answer struck me. “I fear my feelings for you. The want in me, to protect you.” She looked me in my eyes, fire in hers. “From what I have learned about you. The way you are with me. I fear someone hurting you. I fear someone taking you away from me. Yet I fear loving you, even though I have a husband waiting for my return.”

“I was not expecting this. You have rejected any gift, any extension of my hand in friendship.” I stood from my seat. Walking towards her. I could smell the lavender on her. “I’ll ask you again, do you truly want to leave?” I leaned over to her, face to face. I can almost taste her breath on mine.

“Do I have to?” she whispers, her lips close to mine.

“Do you still fear me?”

“Yes,” She answer softly, “I fear a world without you.”

My lips press on hers, embracing each other. I lifted her from the chair and into my arms, gripping her thighs. Her hands on my face, kissing me. I caried her out of the kitchen and over to the bedroom. Throwing her onto the bed. I looked down at her, my wish coming true. My lustful urges for her lips to kiss mine. For her skin to touch my skin. And for my cock to bring pleasure to her flower.

I unbutton my shirt, one peace at a time. The night gown she wore, nearly falling off exposing her. I examined her legs up, noticing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her perky breast peaking through. It brought satisfying closure to see her shape and curves. To be able to touch and feel, it drove me insane to finally have her body. I can see by the way she is looking at me undressing, she wants me just as badly. My hands running up and down every inch of her curves. I find myself in between her legs. Sliding my tongue down her left thigh. Biting it gently. Hearing her enjoy the pleasure of the light pain. Kissing up and getting closer to her clit, I spread her vaginal lips. Licking and tasting the sweet fruit of her essence. My tongue found its way up and down on her clit. Her hands running through my hair, the sound of her moans. My cock getting harder with every lick. My only craving was to satisfy her. My head snug in between her warm thighs. “I want you,” she said.

I bit my lip, slowing down. I needed to pace myself. I gasped wanting to let the urges inside of me give in. I ran my fingers in between the night gown pulling it over her head exposing the rest of her. Placing my hand on the edge of my cock, stroking it. Her eyes looking into mine. Kissing, and biting, the moment was heating up and was on the edge from holding back. “How I longed to touch you.” I admitted.

“I want you,” She whispered in my ear, resisting her urges as much as possible. This was real, and we were going to make it much more.

Pulling her to the edge of the bed, I spread her legs and remove the rest of my clothing. Her neck soft on my lips, kissing the rose tattoo. My hands on her shoulders sliding down her arm to her hands. Then I feel it, her wedding ring. My other hand shot up gripping her neck. “You’re mine.”

“All yours.” She spoke with the little air I allowed her to have. “Now let me show you that I am yours,” she said removing her wedding ring from her finger. Tossing it aside, she pushed me back and leaned forward. Putting my cock in her mouth. I gasped at the feeling of her tongue running up and down the shaft.

“Slow.” I ordered, looking down at her. Her green eyes looking up at me, sucking and stroking. I savored the moment enjoying the feeling of her mouth. Kissing it, licking it, her tongue swishing up and down the head. Moving it fast and slow, slurping up and down the shaft. The room filled with our moans and grunts of ecstasy.

“Beg.” I ordered. Standing to my feet, towering over her. Pulling her even closer to me. Positioning myself, caressing the tip on her clit. Feeling her wet vagina on the head of my cock. She gripped my wrist as if begging me for it. I ached to feel my cock deep inside of her. “Beg!” I said reaching for her neck and gripping it once again. I began to slowly slide in, her eyes closed, her mouth opened gasping for air enjoying my penetration. “Beg,” I said pulling out. “I won’t ask again.”

“Please, fuck me.” It brought me great pleasure to hear her say those words to me. Gently, I was fully in.

I began giving her gentle thrust, increasing the speed with each stroke in. Her breathing soon becoming erotic moans of pleasure. My thrust becoming faster and harder. I released my grip from her neck, sliding my hand down to her breast, cupping them, pinching her nipple. With my other hand on her hip pulling her into my thrust. I squeezed harder on her hips.

Her hands shot out to each side, gripping the bed sheets. Moaning my name louder and louder. The louder she became the faster and harder I went. I can feel the head of my cock, sliding in and out smoothly. Her vagina wrapped around my cock in a perfect fit. Fighting the urge to cum.

“I’ll stay.” She managed to say. Her moaning getting louder and louder.

“You will stay, and you will be mine.”

“All yours.” We were getting closer. “All yours.” She repeated, giving me even more pleasure.

I quickly turned her around going in from the back. “Not yet, hold it.” I ordered her, thrusting harder and harder. Pulling her hair back and slapping her ass with my other hand. She began to squeak in a high pitch tone, her body shaking from an orgasm ready to irrupt within her. Mine soon to follow. I want to fill her up with my cum.

“Uh, baby, uh.” She moaned, thrusting her. Seeing her perfect ass clap against me. I loved the site of my cock ramming her, closer to our climax. “Please.” She begged.

“Will you stay?” I asked.

“Till the very end.” She screamed out as a shock wave took over the both of us. My hot cum filling her deep inside. Her body shaking with pleasure and satisfaction. “I’m all yours Zachary.” She whispered catching her breath.

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