BROCKHAMPTON - SUGAR

Alvaro swallowed nervously as he followed Sebastian, Gideon's right hand man, down the hallway of the mansion towards his study. He paused in front of the door, knocking twice then twisted the knob, opening the door.

Sebastian side stepped allowing him to enter. The room was enormous structured mostly from mahogany wood from the floor, the walls and furniture. A tall beige cement fire tied the room, the cement rising up to the ceiling accenting the room with a luxurious touch. Three chandeliers hang in rows, books stacked in tall shelves and there was several closed cabinets that made Alvaro curious of what was behind them.

The room was split into two parts, two desk with a massive TV on the wall between them and the other side was a sitting area with two wide moss green sofas surrounding a low coffee table.

Gideon sat in his leather chair, leaning back and hands clasped together. His hooded eyes narrowed and pinned on Alvaro, scrutinising him with every movement he took. He gulped dryly standing in front of his desk like a student in trouble.

"You ask to see me, Señor ." He stammered, staring at his dirty boots. God, he was muddying the floor. He had a good salary but not good enough to replace the very expensive looking rug.

"I don't want you around my wife anymore." He spat, directly.

His attitude was unintentionally. Gideon aimed to remain compose and professional, especially with his staff and people he did business with. Anything that regarded Rory, however, turned him feral. Currently, he didn't like the idea that the two of them have such a close relationship. He had heard from everyone - from the staff to his sister and niece.

It was always Rory and Alvaro this and that. He was sick of hearing their names next to each other.

Gideon had dined with her for the first time and in an attempt to start a conversation, he had asked her about her time on the property. The moment his name left her lips, he wanted to hunt the boy down and shot him square in the head.

He spend the entire meal listening to her talk about the things they did together and with the dogs. His dislike of the boy grew when she said she played with Feliz - the fucking dog with the deadliest temper. He was chained up for a reason. If the dog dared to scratch her he'd put both of them in the ground.

"I-" Alvaro began before he was abruptly cut off.

"I don't want to look at her, talk to her or breathe in her direction." He growled, "You're lucky you're still alive after bluntly touching what was mine."

He swallowed, taking a step back as if to put some distance between him and an unchained crazed animal. Gideon's eyes flared, he slammed his hands onto his desk, shaking the content on it.

"The next time I catch you with her, you are a dead boy." He threatened, "Am I clear?!"

"Sí, Señor."

Alvaro lunged out the room, racing down the hallway and staircase faster than a bolt of lighting. He wanted to put some distance, good amount of it, between him and the mansion in general.

~*~

"Roro!" Cielo's angelic like voice beamed from behind.

Rory was crouched by the kennel feeding Mariposa and Zorro dog treats. Alvaro had told her that they're only allowed to eat food made for dogs or else they go ill. She bet he only said that because he didn't want to share his food.

Cielo knelt beside her stuffing her hands into the treat bag and popping the treats through the gaps in the cage. Her doe eyes fell onto Feliz, the tempered animal, watching them feed everyone else but him. Rory frowned, she had been warned to stay away from him but, she was sure the dog was just missed understood.

She strode on her feet towards Feliz popping a handful of treats through the gaps. He stared, dribbling then nibbled quickly before the others got to his treats.

"Roro."

She turned to Cielo, tilting her head in question.

"What is that on your neck?" Cielo pointed at the patch of purple, green and yellow markings plastering her skin exposed by one of Gideon's loose fitting shirts. It had slipped off one shoulder when she moved to Feliz.

A red flushed brightened her cheeks in embarrassment. She pursed her lips and exhale sharply.

"I burnt myself on a...curler." She lied.

"But don't you have curly hair anyways?" She retorted incredulously, "So why do you need to curl your hair if you're only going to hurt yourself?"

"To make it...curlier." Oh, how she disliked 4 year olds who made smart mouth comments.

Though, she appreciated the company since the last two days she had been cooped up with Gideon, alone and having too much of sex for her to handle. She was certain the man was addicted to it. She could barely get a conversation going and at this point, she was sure their marriage will revolve around sex.

Alvaro went AWOL on her, ditching their plans last minute and, according to Juan, went on holiday for a couple of days.

She glanced at Cielo, her mother had pretty much gone AWOL too, confined in her room or the study busy with school work. She was close to her 2nd year finals and had been studying night to dawn. She had explained to Rory her major but, Rory shrugged it off as another form of Biology.

As a result, poor Cielo had been ignored. The maids enjoy her company though as she helped with the chores. They didn't like it when Rory offered to help, on the other hand, and hurried away, taking all they could with them so she didn't have to lift a single finger. She wasn't bad at chores either, she used to do them all the time when she lived with her mother.

She had noticed the staff's change in behaviour too since Gideon arrived, they don't look her in the eye anymore and lowered their heads as they walk pass. Gideon had something to do with their behaviour. She wanted to ask him and it always ended up with her saying two words then her laying bare underneath as he fucked her screaming.

She looked at Cielo again, a light bulb lighting above her. Tonight she wanted to avoid Gideon, just for the tonight to let the soreness and burning sensation in her body to simmer down. Besides, Rory figured she could do with a comfortable night sleep before asking Gideon about continuing her own education. She wanted to at least graduate high school.

"Do you want to have a sleepover?" The instant the question left her mouth, Cielo beamed up and nodded profusely.

Rory clasped her hand together and beamed too. She lifted Cielo into her arms and carried her inside the mansion. The little girl started talking about a new Disney movie she had been saving to watch with her mother called Encanto. Since, Luci was busy and couldn't make time she suggested that they watch it together. Rory agreed.

María passed them as they sauntered upstairs, politely nodding. Before she could disappear, Rory spun around.

"María!" She called after her who paused and pivoted to face them. "Can you bring tonight's dinner to Cielo's room?"

Puzzled, María nodded the asked, "Is the Señor aware of this arrangement?"

"Yeah," Rory hesitantly replied, dropping her eyes at the lie, "I'll tell him when I see him." With that she bolted into Cielo's room.

Just like everything in the mansion, Cielo's room was as luxurious, no exception. She had all the pink hues accented with white furniture and sparkly gold stars on her walls.

They played and eat with gusto, and by the time they were washed and ready for bed with the movie Encanto in the background, the door to Cielo's room flew open. Stood in the doorway was none other her big and intimidating husband - Gideon.

She visible paled at his stormy eye. His lips pursed and scowl marred his handsome face.

"Bedroom, now Rory." He ordered with a cold tone.

"But we're having a sleepover." Cielo whined.

"I don't care about your damn sleepover, I want my wife in my bed." He snapped harshly that the little girl curled into Rory's slide.

"You don't have to be so rude," she stammered, hating herself for the lack of confidence in words. It was just something about his demeanour that made her fearful.

Gideon ran a hand down his tightening jaw, his eyes darting between her and Cielo as if he was considering letting her stay for the night. But he changed his mind and strode into the room with his long legs. Rory's forearm was in his iron grip as he lifted her off the bed.

She barely made it off it since Cielo had clung onto her, face buried into her waist.

"She's going to fall," Rory cried at Gideon, holding Cielo tight to her body to stop her from slipping off the bed.

"Where is your mother?" He snapped.

Teary eyed, Cielo uttered, "In her room, studying."

He let go of her and stormed out while Rory gathered the little girl in her arm and rocked her back and forth with her body.

Moments later, she heard arguments in Spanish getting louder as they come down the hallway and bursted into the room. Luci, bloodshot eyes, glared at her brother than Rory, making her look down at the floor. She took Cielo in her arms, pacing with her to calm her tears.

Suddenly, a pang of guilt stabbed her heart. It was her fault for coming up with the idea. Though, she didn't think Gideon would flip out over something so trivial.

Rory silently trailed Gideon back to their room, her woolly socks pitter pattering against the marble floor. Without a word, Rory slipped into the massive bed and under the duvet, snuggling in while Gideon watched her with a hungry gaze, unbuckling his belt and his cuffs.

The bed dipped and his lips were pressed possessively against her neck. She knew what was to come next. This had been their routine the last two days and frankly, her body could no longer take it the way he liked. Hard, rough and crazed.

She pushed his face from her neck, sat up and inhaled sharply at his angry and displeased expression. Before he could speak, she opened her mouth the words falling out in a fumble. If she could just get him to talk about anything until they fell asleep.

"I want to go back to school."

"Then go back to school." He retorted, tilting his head to the side. "You can do your online schooling on my laptop. Just come to my office."

His eyes lit up at the idea and pictured doing dirty things to her on his desk. Rory wiggled her eyebrow at the look on his face. Her instinct was telling her it ran for the hills.

Gideon leaned forward, attempting to kiss her but she dodged him again.

"What," she began, trying to think of anything. "What do you do?" She asked, "For a living."

"You know what I do." He eyed her. He knew Luci had let slip about his occupation at the wedding.

"No I don't know."

"Yes you do."

She swallowed, avoiding his gaze.

"You're in the mafia."

He bursted out laughing. Loud and so out of character.

"I'm in the mafia?" He repeated, running a hand through his hair. His laughter stopped and the amusement in his face disappeared, replaced with a stern, proud and threatening expression. "I rule South America, Rory. I am the goddamn King and no one can ever deny me what I want. And, right now, I want to fuck my wife on my bed."

She watched him in disbelief, her throat going dry. His arms were outstretched as he confidently made his statement. Any woman would have applauded him, showered him with expensive champagne while dressed and ready like a whore for him to take.

Instead of one of them, it was her dressed in a set of pyjamas she had packed when she ran away, in her woolly socks he had fucked in on their wedding night. The ringlets of blond hair falling pass her shoulders, green gems for eyes, pink pouty lips and sun kissed skin from the time she had basked in the sun.

Rory turned away from his hungry stare, cheeks flushed from the way he had confessed about wanting to fuck her.

"Now, come straddle me." He ordered, "I want you to ride me."

She remained on her side of the bed, pulling her knees to her chest, shaking her head. No. The soreness in her body was still presence - she can't take him tonight. So, Rory kept talking.

"Do you sell drugs?" Her question was a quiet whispered, not even sure if she asked it. "Do you kill people?"

"No, I don't sell drugs but, yes to killing people."

Her fingertips pressed into the material of her socks, digging at her skin. He killed people. He was a murder, a criminal and from what she saw on the news and internet forums - protected by the law. No matter how many people he killed, he would never pay for his crimes.

"What's with the question?" He raised an eyebrow, "Are you trying to delay the inevitable?"

He was in front of her, cornering her against the headboard and sliding himself between her legs. His hands slide underneath her shirt and unclasp the front of her bra. His thumb expertly found her nipples and, pinched and swirled the buds.

"You just kill people, that's it?"

"No," he murmured pushing her top over her head and discarding her bra. His mouth latched onto her right nipple and he sucked, making sloppy and wet noises. He released her nipple to answer before turning his attention to the other one. "I only kill people when they cross me. People whom can't keep a secret, who backstab me and who steals my goods etc etc."

"Steal your goods? Like, things you sell. The drugs?" What else could he be selling beside drugs? She was sure that's what mafias are known for.

"No drugs." He said, popping her nipple out of his mouth. "I already said I don't deal drugs."

"Then what goods do you deal?" She asked out of genuine curiosity.

The mansion she lived in, the food she ate and the clothes she wore was certainly bought by the dirty money he made. Any normal person wouldn't batter an eyelash and continued to live blissfully in all the luxuries. Any normal person won't care about where the money was coming from and spend it blindly. Rory, at least, wanted to live a life with a conscience.

Gideon pulled back shrugged off his clothes until he was in his black boxers. He lifted her up and made her straddle his hips, her pussy pressed against his erection. She hadn't even noticed, too engrossed in her own curiosity of his life.

He intended to keep that way, to keep her distracted so he can ravish her.

"I just don't deal them, I make them." He said and eye brows folded in confusion. She was probably thinking about the drug dealing again.

Gideon took the opportunity to slide off her shorts and suck in a pained breathe at the sight of her white g string. He slide his palm to her ass and sized, forcing her to buck her hips again his. He gave her round ass a hard slap, turning the skin blistering red. She yelped, steadying herself by pressing her palm into his chest.

"It sounds like you're dealing drugs." She muttered, tilting her head cutely to the side.

God, she looked cute and fucking sexy at the same time.

Unable to help himself, Gideon spat on his hand, dived into her panties and rubbed his spit into her pussy. Rory hissed, bitting the inside of her lip. Suddenly she was very aware of what was going on.

Noticing this, Gideon continued talking with his fingers still in her pants, rubbing her clit in slow circular motions. He was his preparing her for his cock, especially if he intended to do it with her on top. His dick will fill her all the way.

"For the last time, Rory, I don't deal drugs." He huffed.

Gideon stared into those curious orbs and sighed. From the beginning he wanted to keep Rory away from his way of life. He did not wish to taint her with the darkness that came with a life of crime and violence. He had grown up in it, his sisters and surely his niece too. Back then the drugs and prostitution were prominent - they still are but only in small amounts. He had decided to leave it since these jobs were someone people's livelihood. He turned his focus onto something else.

Though what he did for a living, now, may appear worst. What he did had or rather what he sold killed more people than drugs on the streets.

Gideon peaked through his lashes, "I deal arms." He said, "I made weapons of mass destruction and sell them to people that want it."

He saw her visibly paled, eyes widen in shock then finally the gears shifting in her head as she began piecing things together. Using her moment of shock, he released his cock from his boxers, push her panties to the side and dropped her pussy onto his length.

She sank down, her butt practically touching his balls. A cry, a mixture of excruciating pain and bliss, escaped her and she throw her head back, arching her bodies as she clang onto his neck. Gideon helped her move by lifting her up from his cock and dropping her again.

He did a couple of times but the pace was too slow and steady for him. He wanted something more, something rougher and carnal. He wanted to see the blood and the pain, like the night he took her virginity. He liked the look of fear on her too, it reminded him he was in control.

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