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TILL THE HEART CAVES IN
By Angelina Vansen (angelina@gunmetaldark.com)
RATING: NC-17 for sex and violence
CODES: Uber J/C
SUMMARY: Not this time, my friends. You can't expect to jump in at chapter ten and have it all neatly summarised. It's too much! Do the decent thing and start at the beginning, will you? BTW, apologies for this chapter taking so long. Like ... a YEAR! After the smushy ending I gave the last bit, I was really stuck as to where to go next. I hope you like this one and you think the series is worth continuing. I have some cool ideas, I really do!
Chapter Ten
Ricardo awoke to find his arm and hand were completely numb. Paralysed, actually, where Kate had managed to wrap the manacle chain about him twice and then fall asleep with her weight on his bicep.
She smiled sleepily as he shook her off and unlocked himself. She rolled away, back into the warmth of the pillows. She was looking much healthier today, he noticed, her skin pinker and less clammy. She'd stopped bleeding too, by the look of her thighs and the sheet. That was good, because he didn't think he was going to be able to keep his hands off her today either.
He dragged himself out of bed and raked his hands through is hair as he stretched and yawned. He still felt tired, but it was a good tired. The kind of tired a man felt after a night of great fucking. Last night had certainly been that, he thought. Last night he felt as though so much had changed for him.
In the kitchen, he opened a can of cold beans and stood eating it by the sink. He couldn't help smiling to himself, just thinking about Kate lying asleep in the next room. It seemed like a miracle.
A few minutes later, and she was up, wrapped in his duvet and looking bleary-eyed and fantastic. She came over and snuggled up against his chest. He held her close, kissing the top of her knotty hair.
"Good morning," he told her.
"Why are you up?" she croaked. "It's so early."
"It's nearly nine," he admonished her, teasing. "You're wasting the best part of the day."
"Good," she moaned, then noticed what he was eating. "That's your breakfast?" she asked.
"Yeah. Want some?"
Unsurprisingly, she turned her nose up. "We should go out for breakfast," she said. "I know a great place near here ..."
"It's not a donut shop is it?" he ribbed. "I know how you cops are ..."
"No!" she laughed. "A nice healthy little greasy spoon."
"You buying?" he asked cheekily. He hoped she didn't call his bluff, he didn't have so much as dust in his pockets right now.
"Sure," she said lightly.
But she seemed more interested in eating something else right now. Her lips pressed lightly on his chest, and she hummed to herself, as if he tasted good.
He folded her even more tightly in his arms and pressed against her, fighting the urge to push her down and feed her his dick for breakfast. She let the duvet fall to the ground and they were both naked together, kissing. She stood up on her tiptoes and ground herself against him saucily as he got hard.
"You can't help it, can you?" he husked as he nuzzled her ear.
Danger lit up her eyes. "What are you going to do about it?" she challenged.
"This," he told her, and grabbed the manacle chain that was still dangling from one of her wrists. Quick as a flash, he wrapped it around the handle of the cabinet above her head and snapped it shut around her other arm.
"Interesting," she mused.
It was interesting. He stood back slightly to have a good look at her. A good look. She arched towards him, her breasts pulled up high and her nipples seeming to point cheekily at him. She had that smile on as well, that cheeky lopsided grin that let him know this was turning her on.
"You look good, Kate," he told her. "Good enough to eat."
She gasped and her legs spread a little, hips swaying almost involuntarily. "Oh ... you better believe it ..." she hissed.
He came back to her with his cock in his hand, stroking the head of it across the soft white flesh of her inner thigh. He kissed her and lapped at her nipples, moving downward, letting her know exactly where he was going.
She shivered in anticipation, clearly liking the decadence of it, liking his worship of her body.
He gathered her knees over his arms and touched her sex with a slow, teasing tongue. She whimpered slightly, arching against him. He grinned up at her from her pubic hair.
"Patience is a virtue," he told her.
"Bullshit," she said from between gritted teeth.
He grinned again and dove in, swirling his tongue over her most intimate places with abandon. He gripped her ankles and held her legs wide as she writhed and twisted in her pleasure.
"Damn you're good," she cried.
Damn he liked hearing that. He rewarded her with a little nip, right on the clit. She squeaked and jumped and her breathing got fast and excited. Her wrists strained against the chains as she thrust against his face over and over.
He couldn't stand it any longer. It was just about the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He got to his feet and scooped her up to thrust inside her, kissing her hard with her own juices all over his lips.
Kate groaned like a whore in a porn film, which excited him still further. Above her head, he could see her hands were going white in the manacles, losing blood. Her wrists looked sore.
"Oh yes ... so fucking sexy ..." he grunted. "Kate ..."
She writhed against him, bucking her hips nineteen to the dozen, getting very flushed and dark-eyed. He nipped at her neck and chin with sharp little bites, the old compulsion to mark her as his property back with a vengeance.
It was when he dipped his head to sink his teeth into one of her nipples that she came, arching her bottom right off the counter and calling out for God. Her fingers flexed in the restraints, clenching into tight little fists as the orgasm wracked her.
She finished with a soft sigh, relaxing against him and kissing his face over and over with soft lips. She was so beautiful.
"Thank you," she breathed.
"Don't mention it," he laughed, grabbing hold of her ankles to move her to a better angle for himself. He spread her legs almost cruelly wide and watched himself fucking her, allowing the pressure in his balls to build and burst.
He hammered into her, yelling her name, spurting into her in long, hot torrents. Afterwards, he felt lightheaded. Only Kate could make him come like that.
He kissed her deeply and undid her bonds, stroking the blood back into her hands.
"Well," she said naughtily. "If I didn't have an appetite before, I certainly do now."
"Mmm, me too," he agreed.
He let her use the bathroom while he cleaned the mess off the counter, smirking to himself the whole time. If he was honest with himself, he could barely believe the previous day's events. There had been a rather large part of him that hadn't believed Kate would ever come around to seeing things his way. He had always suspected she enjoyed the struggle itself a little too much.
But she seemed happy enough as she came out of the bathroom, dressed casually in her jeans and a soft black sweater. She had managed to sort out her tangled hair as well; it was twisted neatly up in her favourite bun.
She sat at the kitchen table to do her make-up, looking pointedly at his nakedness.
"I think we'll have a little trouble getting served if THAT'S your outfit," she said.
He laughed her off, and went to hunt for his own jeans.
It was cold outside, grey-skied and on the edge of rain. He hugged Kate close to keep her warm, and she didn't resist. In fact, she snuggled up close as they walked through the streets to the greasy spoon she liked so much.
He was so hungry he could have eaten two breakfasts, but he kept his order simple with bacon, eggs, four sausages, beans, tomatoes, hash browns and a beer. Kate had eggs on toast and a thick, disgusting cup of black coffee that she sighed and moaned over like it was her long-lost lover.
They chatted and laughed together companionably, poking fun at one another's eating habits and obvious hunger after the previous night's activities.
As they finished and sat by the window holding hands over the cruet, Ricardo began to be aware that they were being watched. From outside, from over the road, a bedraggled figure stood soaking in the rain, her eyes fixed cruelly on the courting couple.
"Oh shit," said Ricardo. "Not HER."
"Who?" asked Kate, then followed his line of vision to where Saskia was standing. "Oh shit," she echoed.
"That fucking bitch follows me everywhere," he complained. "She's stalking me."
No sooner had she realised she'd been spotted than Saskia was coming over, running across the street and throwing herself against the window with an almighty bang. The whole pane shook, and people in the café jumped in terror.
"Sanchez you bastard!" she screamed. "Don't I mean anything to you?"
"Oh God," he groaned, wishing to hell this wasn't happening.
"I haven't heard from you in DAYS!" she went on. "I could be fucking DEAD!"
"I wish you fucking WERE!" he yelled back.
"I might have known you'd be with your pig!" she ranted. "The two of you DESERVE each other!"
"You're a fucking psychopath, Saskia!" he told her through the glass. "Leave us alone."
"No!" she retorted. "Why should I? You made my life hell, Sanchez, I'm not going away without a fight."
The next thing he knew, she was wrenching the door open, marching through the café past the startled diners, coming right up to their table. This was not good.
"You owe me!" she was screaming. "All those years I was loyal to you ... faithful to you ... THIS is how you repay me!"
"Get out of here," he hissed at her. "You're making a goddamn scene."
"I haven't even STARTED yet," she told him. Then, she turned to her rapt audience, the dozen other patrons of the café, and addressed them in a loud voice. "This man ... Ricardo Sanchez ... was my boyfriend for years. Years! And then suddenly, this ... this fucking cop lady comes on the scene and takes him away!"
"Saskia stop it!" he spat.
She ignored him totally. She was clearly loving every second of this. "He's so stupid, he doesn't know what he's throwing away for this bitch! She's only fucking him because he's a pretty boy with a big cock, she doesn't love him at all!"
Ricardo was beside himself with mortification. He knew what Saskia was like, she had issues she wanted to air, and she LOVED a crowd. Right now he was fighting the urge to grab her and smack her and shake some sense into her, but that was not a good move. Anything he did to her was only going to make him look worse.
He was just about to bury his head in his hands and die from embarrassment when Kate got up. He gaped at her, but the look on her face was a picture. He didn't know what she had planned, but she looked MAD.
She marched up right behind Saskia, who was still mouthing off at her listeners. Then she shoved her right in the back. Hard. Saskia barely kept her feet.
"Who the hell are you calling bitch?!" Kate demanded.
Saskia turned to her, eyes wide. Ricardo didn't think she could believe it.
Kate shoved her again, this time on the shoulder. "He's NOT your fucking boyfriend," she spat. "He's MINE."
Ricardo sat there, mouth agape. This was getting VERY Jerry Springer all of a sudden.
Of course, Saskia couldn't take that lying down. Not with everyone staring at her. She shoved Kate right back with a snarl. "Don't touch me, pig!" she screamed.
Then she slapped Kate.
That kicked it off. No sooner had Kate regained her footing than she slapped Saskia right back, a hard one across the face that looked like it really hurt. Saskia screeched with rage and jumped at Kate, trying to grab her by the hair, trying to drag her to the floor.
Ricardo knew Kate though, he'd had enough physical tussles with her to know she really wasn't an easy woman to take down. She was fast and surprisingly strong for her size, and her police training made her pretty damn tough.
She didn't disappoint him. She twisted easily in Saskia's grip, getting an elbow into her stomach, knocking the wind clean out of her. She didn't give her a chance to recover either. Next thing Ricardo saw, she had Saskia in some sort of choke hold and then threw her against some chairs. She made it look easy.
But if she'd thought Saskia was smart enough to stay down when she was beaten, she was wrong. Hell, the whore was probably drugged up to the eyeballs anyway. She probably wouldn't feel the pain for hours.
What she clearly did feel, however, was fury. She pulled herself up and came at Kate screaming like a hellcat. His time she DID manage to get a hold on Kate's bun, and she wasn't letting go. She pulled Kate's lovely red hair for all she was worth, and came away with quite a handful for her efforts.
Kate slapped her again for that, and did that beautiful move she had used on Ricardo the day before, the lightning-swift punch to the throat that left you feeling like your windpipe had been crushed. Ricardo couldn't help but wince in sympathy as Saskia dropped to her knees, gasping for air. There was no getting up from that.
A couple of the guys in the diner were cheering them on now, whooping and laughing, probably thinking ahead to their next whacking off session. The waitress just looked stunned.
Kate was merciless this time, and hit Saskia again, leaving her sprawled on the floor clutching at her neck. She gave her a swift kick in the guts for good measure. "Stay the hell away from us!" she told the gasping woman.
Ricardo was speechless as she came back to the table, straightening her hair and pulling her jacket on. So was everyone else. She took hold of his hand and pulled him to his feet, making to leave. Then, almost as an afterthought, she reached into her pocket and flashed her police badge at the shocked diners.
"Nothing to see here," she said in her best police officer's voice.
The two of them left without even paying for their breakfast.
They were almost halfway home before Ricardo found his voice again.
"You just kicked the shit out of her!" he said incredulously.
Kate shrugged. "She had it coming," she told him.
He couldn't help but agree. He also couldn't help but look at Kate in a new light. If someone had asked him that morning if he'd thought she was the type of woman to start a public brawl to claim her man, he would have laughed out loud. Uptight, submissive little policewoman that she was, he could never have seen it. He guessed he must be rubbing off on her somewhere.
But then she looked at him with cute little eyes all wide and pleading, like a little girl with her daddy.
"Please may I have a cigarette?" she asked him.
Oh God help him. He had never wanted her more. He grabbed her, right in the middle of the street, and kissed her so hard it hurt. He groped her shamelessly, looking for somewhere, a doorway or an alley or just a quiet little corner he could take her and have her. She was just as hot, kissing him and grabbing his butt through his jeans, pressing and writhing against him.
Fighting with Saskia had obviously fired her right up, he mused.
He pulled her and pushed her, half with his arms and half with his hips, round the back of some office buildings where he knew there would be a parking garage. He didn't give a fuck about attendants, he didn't give a fuck about CCTV. All he gave a fuck about was burying himself in Kate's body.
He dragged her into the dark depths where there was a light bulb out and it smelled like gasoline. She grunted loudly as he threw her face down over the hood of some rusty old wreck. Damn she looked hot. Messy and slutty and dirty and perfect. His cock throbbed in his jeans even as he tore at hers, yanking them down over her hips, exposing that rounded white bottom.
He worshipped that for a moment, squeezing the cheeks and even slapping her a bit. Then he hauled her leg upwards and thrust inside her in one huge stroke.
She yelped a little bit, she clearly hadn't been expecting it that quick, but there really wasn't any stopping him right then. She bit her bottom lip and screwed up her brow and cried out periodically as he nailed her good and hard and fast. He pulled her hair and slapped her bottom and pushed her face into the peeling paint of the car they were on. She wriggled against him, rubbing herself with the very tips of her fingers. She made herself come with a series of breathless cries that drove Ricardo to an absolute frenzy. He stuck his hands up her jumper and squeezed her tits through her bra as hard as he could until she gasped in pain. That made him come. He held her down and shouted out his pleasure to the deserted structure as his cock pumped again and again in a powerful rhythm.
They collapsed together, panting wildly, a sticky, shuddering heap of sweat and semen. He stroked her face and turned her over for a really deep kiss, telling her how much he loved her.
"I love you too," she said. Freely.
He helped her up, watching her as she put her clothes back in order, trying to neaten her bun and failing abysmally. He didn't tell her that her make-up was smeared across her face as well.
He took her hand as they went back to their walk home, and he even let her smoke her cigarette. What the hell, he figured, she probably needed it after the morning she'd had.
Back at his place, the two of them cleaned up and then spent the rest of the day in Ricardo's idea of domestic bliss. Kate curled up on his lap as they watched TV, chatting and laughing with him. She even went down to the liquor store to get him some beers and a snack.
He decided he could get used to this.
He was so happy he didn't even protest at her insistence that she go and collect Lara from school. It had, after all, been two days since she had even spoken to her daughter, and the two of them had managed to get a lot worked out in that time. They got a cab down there together and waited at the gates with the other parents, holding hands and completely unable to stop gazing at each other.
God, this was bliss. He held Kate close and even smiled at Lara as she came out clutching her lunchbox.
Lara didn't seem too happy to see him, however. She scowled and even seemed annoyed that it was Kate and not Jade who had come to collect her. Apparently, Kate's partner had promised to take the brat out for pizza tonight.
Being in no financial position to offer to make up for it, he had to put up with her whining all the way back to Kate's place, and then through most of dinner as well. Hey, he might have been in love with Kate, but he CERTAINLY wasn't in love with her child. She really drove him crazy.
Especially when she decided to get her Barbie dolls out all over the living room floor when he was trying to relax and watch the game. Everywhere he looked there were miniature dresses and shoes and furniture, and she wasn't exactly keeping it down, either.
He wanted to tell her to button it, but Kate was only in the kitchen washing up. He wasn't certain she was out of earshot. It probably wouldn't do their relationship any good if she caught him shouting at her kid just now.
Barbie and Ken seemed to be involved in some sort of domestic, with Ken yelling and slapping Barbie in the face. Ricardo wanted to laugh; clearly Lara had learned this kind of behaviour from her parents, and it was obviously Kate's habit of a lifetime.
"You keep it hidden," Ken was growling. "Keep your mouth shut and no one hurts you."
"Yes," Barbie replied frantically in a much higher version of Lara's voice. "I swear to God, Cassius, I won't tell."
Ricardo practically leapt out of his seat. All the hairs on the back of his neck stood up at once. He waited with baited breath for more.
But none came. Barbie had an outfit change and Ken got to sit in his cool pink car instead.
Ricardo was beside himself. He was desperate to confirm what he thought he'd just heard. So much so, that he actually got his butt off the sofa and went and sat on the floor with the kid, pretending to take and interest in what she was doing.
"Hey Lara," he coaxed gently.
She didn't even look up at him. She continued to brush Barbie's bright golden hair.
"What are you playing there, honey?" he asked, his voice sickly sweet.
She shrugged.
He tried again. "So, what's Barbie doing?"
"Her name's not Barbie," she said eventually, in a tone that showed she thought he was the thickest person on the planet.
"Oh?" he probed. "What's her name then?"
"Kate," she said firmly.
This was more like it. "Oh," he said. "Like your mother's name?"
"Yes," she confirmed, tying Barbie-Kate's hair into bunches.
"What's Kate doing then?" he asked. Creeping, creeping.
"She's going in the car with daddy," Lara explained.
"I see," he said gently. "Where are they going?"
Lara shrugged. "I don't know. Going to look at daddy's secrets somewhere."
"Daddy's secrets?" he pushed. "What are they?"
Again, the kid shrugged. "Kate doesn't say," she whispered. "If she tells anyone except daddy, she'll be killed."
Ricardo's blood was on fire. "Killed?" he asked. "Wow, that's a good game, Lara."
The kid looked up at him, seemingly reassessing him. "Do you want to play?" she asked eventually.
"Some other time," he said, getting to his feet.
He went into the kitchen, silent as a monk. Kate was bent over the sink, washing her dishes one at a time. Singing to herself rather badly. She didn't hear him. He could barely hear anything over the blood in his eardrums himself.
God, he'd loved this woman so much, earlier. Trusted her. Thought she finally felt the same way. Just when you think you know a person ....
He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back as hard as he could, gripping her. She yelled out in pain and surprise.
"Ricardo!" she complained.
He wasn't in ANY mood to be messed with. "Where's Cassius?!" he hissed.
"Wha ..." she gasped.
"Don't fuck with me, Kate! What the hell's going on?!"
"Ah ... ow ... Ricardo ... stop it!" she whined.
"I just heard it from your daughter," he told her, spitting every word right into her ear. "How Kate and daddy have secrets. How they go off together in the car and look at their secrets. How Kate can't tell anyone. How if she does, she'll be killed!"
"I don't know what the hell she's talking about!" Kate shouted, trying to rip free of his grasp.
There was no way he was letting her go now. No way. "I don't believe you!" he yelled in her face.
"For God's sake, Ricardo, she's a child! What the hell does she know?"
"Everything she overheard!" he shouted. He let go of Kate, half throwing her across the kitchen and then slapping her once across the cheek for good measure. He was definitely NOT to be fucked with right now. He grabbed her again, this time with his hand firmly on the back of her neck, and ran her at the wall. She hit with a grunt of pain, and he pinned her with all his weight and strength.
"Tell me what's going on!" he roared.
"No!" she cried, trying to fight him off. "Get off me, stop it!"
He was well beyond obeying. He threw her again, this time at the kitchen table. She hit it with a smack, making her nose gush blood.
"You fucking whore, you've been hiding secrets from me! Leading me on, lying to me! The whole time! The whole fucking time!"
"No, I swear to you Ricardo, I haven't ..."
"Shut up!" he warned her. "I'm not listening to anymore of your fucking lies!"
"No, they're not lies, I'm not lying, I swear to you ... please ..."
Her pathetic begging was just making him angrier. He grabbed her hair again, using it to lift her up so he could hit her again.
"No!" she screamed. "No, please don't ... darling ... please ..."
"How dare you call me that?! You disgusting slut. Don't you know how much I fucking love you, Kate!?"
"Yes!" she screamed. "You know I do ... I love you too! Please ... Lara's in the next room, she doesn't need to hear this ... please ..."
That actually touched Ricardo. Normally he wouldn't have given a shit, but this was much more than one of their little sex-fuelled play-fights. This was the kind of thing that scarred a kid for life.
He backed off, lowering his hand. Kate burst into tears, sobbing loudly through her bleeding nose, holding her face in her hands like a broken woman.
"Ricardo ... sweetheart ... I love you ... you have to know that ..."
He shook his head. He had a bitter taste in his mouth. "I don't know Kate ..." he admitted in a low voice. "I mean ... what the hell kind of shit are you into?"
She shook her head frantically. "I'm not into any kind of shit," she said.
"Oh, come on," he said contemptuously.
"I'm not!" she insisted through her tears. "You have to believe me."
He looked at her for a long moment. "All right," he allowed. "What the hell's going on then?"
She broke down into fresh tears at that, and he watched her, sobbing and bleeding and wretched on the kitchen floor.
"Are you still with Cassius?" he asked when the crying seemed to have calmed a little.
"No!" she gasped. "I'm not, I swear to God I'm not, Ricardo. There's only one man in my life, and that's you."
"But you know where he is, don't you."
It wasn't a question.
She started to shake her head, but then thought better of it. "I can't ... Ricardo ... I really can't ..."
"I think you can."
"No! You don't understand!"
"What, he's going to come back and kill you? Like Lara said?"
She just looked at him, eyes imploring. Huge, like the girl with her daddy again.
"He's not going to kill you," he told her. "That's stupid."
"You don't know him," she said in a flat, almost hopeless voice. It wasn't a voice that was like Kate at all. "And anyway, it's not just him. There's others, too. A whole group of them."
He stood there, letting it sink in. Looking at her. "You mean ... like the Mafia?" he asked.
She snorted, a short, humourless laugh. "Sort of," she said.
There was silence then.
"You can't tell anyone, Ricardo," she said softly. "You can't. If it got out ... it wouldn't only be Cassius, it'd be a lot of things. Everybody I work with. I'd lose my job ... most of my friends. You don't know how many lies I've told. I could even go to jail."
He nodded slowly. "All right," he said at last. "I won't tell."
The relief on her face was palpable. She almost broke down with joy. "You won't?" she gasped. "Oh, Ricardo ... thank you! Thank you so much ..."
She staggered to her feet and made to come over and embrace him.
"Wait," he said, holding up his hand. "I'm not done."
She looked at him, and some of the fear was back in her face.
"If I keep this secret," he said. "I want to know exactly what it is that I'm not supposed to tell."
She started shaking her head. "No!" she said. "There's no way! I can't."
"You can," he told her. "And you have to. I wanna take a drive with you, Kate. Just like you did with Cassius. Just like Lara saw. I wanna take a drive with you and take a look at daddy's secrets."
She looked as though she was about to protest some more, but thought better of it when she saw the look on his face.
She nodded, simply. "All right," she said. "Tomorrow, okay? I'll take Lara to school and then we'll take a drive."
"Good," he said, and passed her some paper towels for her bloody nose. "Good girl."
He watched her as she cleaned herself up over the sink, wondering exactly what daddy's secrets really were.
TO BE CONTINUED! (hehe, sorry!)
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