Punished (Calavera Hotels #1)

Chapter Thirty-Nine Adrian

I exit the room, on the hunt for Dr. Aguilar and a cup of coffee. A cigarette would be nice, too, but I already got kicked out of one room. I don’t need to get kicked out of the entire hospital.

As of today, she’s all I have left.

I try not to take Mireya’s words personally, but they eat at me. That lunatic in Prada heels is not the only person she has left. She has me, and I’m all she’ll ever need. I will spend the rest of my life proving that to her.

When Diana kidnapped her, it felt like I was losing her all over again. When I brought her here, barely conscious, they ran tests and confirmed her pregnancy. I am more than happy. She had told me she was on birth control, but I don’t care. If anything, there is a toxic part of me that needs her connected to me forever. We will form a family, and she will have me. Forever.

I see Dr. Aguilar leaving Thalia’s room and stop him. “How is she?”

“She’s doing well. Both she and Mireya are free to leave whenever they like.” His tone is cold, but I thank him, anyway. I thought he was interested in Mireya for a while, but I have seen him around the hotel, frequenting Enrique’s office, and I can put two and two together.

The door to Thalia’s room is wide open, and she’s sitting on the bed, her arm in a cast as she watches some telenovela on the hospital tv. She looks up when I walk in.

“Don’t tell Enrique I’m doing this good. He’ll make me go back to work.” I roll my eyes.

“You ready to go back home?”

“Like forty-five minutes ago,” she says, and we both laugh.

“Dr. Aguilar said Mireya can leave, too. When she’s done talking to Vicky, I’ll come for you, and we can leave together.”

“That woman was a total badass! ?No?”

“She’s literally you in twenty-five years.”

“I think that’s the kindest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“What are we going to do about this long-lost brother of ours?”

“Fuck, Adrian. I’m on vacation right now. I don’t want to talk about work.”

“You’re in a fucking hospital bed because a psycho bitch shot you! This is not a vacation! We have another sibling out there!”

“He killed his biological mother just for attempting to find him. That’s a pretty clear sign there’s no family reunion in the near future.” Her eyes are still on the tv, and I get up to pace the room, frustrated with her. Frustrated with everyone. I can’t put Mireya in another situation where her life will be at risk. Where our baby’s life will be at risk. Thalia looks up to me, pacing, and sighs.

“If he’s not a threat, then we do nothing, Adrian. We deal with the bullshit we already have going on with Los Bandoleros, and we find the source of the creepy baby threats. You focus on Mireya and your baby. That’s it!”

I nod in agreement. I have enough shit on my plate right now. I’m positive Los Bandoleros will become more aggressive the longer we hold their previous position. The gun business will be our ticket to expansion, and I have to be ready for multiple threats coming in. I don’t have time to guess about my future. I know who I need in it, and that is enough. And I never want to see her in a hospital bed again. Kill or be killed.

I walk down to the cafeteria and grab a cup of coffee and some food for Mireya. I see Vicky exiting down the hall, so I walk in and set the food on the tray in front of her. It looks bland, and I notice Mireya’s not interested either when I see the look on her face. I hate the smell of this place. Her wanting to have a career here makes no sense to me.

I need to get her home and into my bed and never let her leave, but I have a feeling tying her up would only excite her. I lean down and kiss her forehead. I want to scan every inch of her, make sure she’s okay.

I walk to the window and look over the city. She stands up from the bed, and I rush to her, grabbing her waist.

“Be careful.”

“I’m fine, Adrian. Are you?” She reaches up to touch my face gently, her fingers lingering. We stay there, our eyes locked, needing to touch one another. I trace the outline of the bruise left on her face.

“Dr. Aguilar told me we can leave whenever you’re ready. Baby and you are okay.”

She nods, but the look in her eyes is distant and sad.

“What’s wrong?” There are a million things standing against us right now. She is trying to process it all, and I will give her all the time she needs. I hate to see her hurting, but I would have killed her mother myself for allowing this to happen to her.

“Mireya, look at me. You can talk to me. ”

“I didn’t know how you were going to react to the baby. I barely had enough time to process it myself, but I want to keep it. I hope that’s okay with you. I don’t want you to feel stuck with me because I’m pregnant. We can co-parent—”

“Ya, ya.” I press a finger to her lips to stop her ramblings. I move my hand to cup her face.

“There will be no fucking co-parenting or whatever the fuck you just said. I love you, Mireya. You are mine, and I am going to take care of you.” I know she needs to hear that. She needs to know that I love her more than she can imagine. Since the first time I saw her, I knew she would be mine. I loved her then, and I will love her forever. We are meant to be together.

I would relive every fucked up scenario from my past, the feeling of abandonment, the loneliness that haunted me, and the nights of mental torture–all of it–if she would be waiting for me at the end of it.

She pulled that gun out of my jeans, ready to shoot Julian. She may not be Thalia, or some Queenpin, but she is far from weak. She will keep me grounded in the hard times and lift me up when the world tries to hold me down.

“This is my life, and it will be your life, too. It’s violent, and it’s messy, but I will always protect you. I will always make sure you are taken care of at any cost.”

I grab her hands and rub my thumb over her wrists, over the gold chain bracelet and the red Santa Muerte bracelet that rest on her pulse.

“She saved me,” she whispers, her head resting on my shoulder. “I thought I was going to die in there, and I called out to her to spare me from death, and she heard me.”

I stare into her eyes and push back her hair behind her ear. Then I lean in and kiss her hard, my hands lost in the softness of her hair. She opens her mouth and lets me in. Our tongues meet, and I taste her sweetness. Her fists clench my shirt as she pulls me closer to her. We stay there, taking each other in. Letting the kiss sort through all the emotions we don’t know how to talk through right now. Our bodies grind together, and our hands roam one another. She pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me.

“Damn. Slow down. Are you okay to do this right now?”

“I’m a nurse, Adrian, I’m fine. I’m also pregnant, emotional, and horny as hell.”

“In that case, I think you need to be punished for what you said earlier.” A smile grows on her face. I know what she needs. Both our emotions are high. I slide my hand under her hospital gown and cup her pussy.

“Adrian, let me lock the door. What if someone walks in?” She bites her bottom lip, and my mouth moves to claim her lips as my own.

“Then they’ll get one hell of a show.” I pull the hospital gown over her head, and she lifts her arms. Her nipples are already hard. I pull one into my mouth and she shutters. I squeeze her bare ass, then I pull my hand back and slap it hard. She jumps, but her eyes let me know how much it excites her. My mouth marks her neck and chest. I bite her everywhere, just the way she likes.

“Tell me what you want, diosa.” She doesn’t shy away, as she pulls my erection out and wraps her hand around the base. She strokes it up and down while she stares at me. I watch as she spits on the tip and hiss as she takes the crown into her mouth.

She takes me down deep and sucks hard, stopping at the top to run her tongue over the sensitive tip. Her long hair spreads out all around me. I grab a fist full of it and push her down deeper. Spit gathers and leaks out the side of her mouth. I love the way her mouth feels, but I need more. I need to taste her arousal and swim inside her. I pull her off me by her hair as she catches her breath.

“Get on top and ride me.” I rip off her panties and she bends forward, pressing her lips to my neck. I let my hand glide over her, feeling how wet she is. I stick my middle and ring finger into her and pull them out .

“You’re soaking wet.”

I move my fingers to my mouth and suck on her arousal before I shove them into her mouth. She closes her mouth around them and moans. My dick’s so hard it hurts. When I remove them, she stares right into my eyes, and then slowly moves herself on top of me. She arches her back and places her hands behind her. The angle showing me her clit as she uses her ass to bounce on my cock. I rub my finger over her clit as I thrust into her from the bottom.

“Fuck me hard, Adrian.”

I need to get in deeper. I move her so she’s laying down and stand on the side of the bed, one of her legs on my shoulder and the other hanging off the side of the bed. I thrust in hard and she whimpers. I rub my finger over her sensitive nub, then pinch it hard. I grab her nipple and do the same.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask.

“I belong to you.”

“Good girl.” I pinch the other nipple, and her hands reach to hold tight to the bed’s side rail. I thrust in hard and continue to play with her nipples.

“Cum all over me.” I love when she talks dirty. Her wet pussy making that sweet symphony I like while I thrust into her. Her moans become longer and her breathing heavy. She’s almost there. I pinch her clit one last time and she screams. Her orgasm breaks through, and I pound into her harder. My name never sounding sweeter. I want to cum all over her tits, but I’ll wait till I get her home. I release myself inside her and slow my motions. I can’t get enough of her. I want to stay inside her for a second longer, to feel the waves of her orgasm lower.

In our passion, I had forgotten where we were, and I remove myself from her so I can lock the door.“Really? Now you lock the door?” She rolls her eyes as she reaches to pull on her gown.

I move to her and bite down on her ass.

“I’m still not done punishing you for what you said.”

“What did I say?” she asks as she stares back into my eyes. They are still full of lust, and if she’s not careful, I’ll take her for round two.

“You told your aunt that she is the only person you have left.” She frowns and turns to look away. I pull her face back towards me.

“I am your family, too, now.” My hand goes to rub her tummy. The life inside her. “Our family.” I lower my lips to kiss the soft skin on her abdomen. In months to come, this stomach will grow and she will glow like the goddess she is. I feel her hand rub the back of my head as she looks down at me.

“I love you, Adrian.”

“I love you, too, diosa. Let’s go home.”