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Valencia
Estupido.
There were several other ugly words running through my mind regarding the brazen Amer-i-can besides asshole, but it would do for now. This commanding man named Miguel thought he could come to my country under my father’s roof and demand that he be allowed a taste. Of me. I was over being shocked, the only emotion remaining utter rage.
I could scratch out Miguel’s eyes with my little pinky.
Unfortunately, he was also without a doubt one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen: luxurious dark hair cresting just below his shirt collar, skin the color of rich almond milk, and a body handpicked by some glorious creature from the heavens. The mere thought of him alone created a damp spot on my lace panties, the tone of his deep baritone voice forcing my nipples into hard peaks.
“Where are we going?” I demanded as he took my hand, leading me to the expensive sports car. If the man was trying to impress me, he’d failed in every attempt.
Well, almost. The feel of his chiseled muscles even through the fine linen jacket was sensational. I could only imagine how buff and beautiful the rest of him would be. I hissed under my breath, disgusted for feeling anything other than hatred for the man. I wasn’t a bargaining chip in whatever business venture he was attempting to enter into with my father.
Just before opening the passenger door, he swept his thumb across my jaw, his nostrils flaring. I could only imagine what he was thinking. I shuddered as the electricity soared between us, my heart racing, leaving me lightheaded. My disgust turned into shame and I jerked my head away.
I refused to look at him as he climbed into the car, yet every ounce of skin was on fire. Damn the man. The rumble of the engine between my legs was a keen reminder of just how lonely I’d been.
“Buckle up, princess. I do enjoy a nice ride.”
The man was a freaking maniac. He roared out of the driveway, barely missing an oncoming car, the tires skidding as he raced around the corner. As he rocketed around the various curves, I realized that he was a skilled driver, a surprise given I believed him to be a thug. Then again, didn’t all macho dudes from the United States drive fast cars to make up for their small cocks? The thought gave me a smile.
“How long have you been playing?” the pig asked a few minutes later, his tone ripe with seduction.
“What does it matter? We’re not here to talk.”
Miguel sighed, concentrating on driving for a few minutes. I couldn’t help darting glances in his direction. Everything about him reeked of dark, delicious danger; something every little girl craved. I pressed my fingers across my mouth to mask the quiver in my lower lip. I was determined to get through the night without any feelings or emotions.
Then I could get back to my music, the only thing I loved.
“You will answer me when I ask you a question, princess. Period. Any additional infractions and I’ll give you a spanking right here.”
My God, the audacity of the asshole. I nibbled on my lower lip, trying to squash my nerves.
“You fucking wouldn’t dare,” I snapped. When he swerved the car onto the side of the road, shoving the gear into park, I glared at him. “You’re insane.”
“And beautiful women shouldn’t curse.” With that, he climbed out of the car, moving around to the passenger side and yanking me out by my wrist. “What? What are you... doing?”
“Giving you what you deserve. If you act like a brat, you’re going to be treated like one.”
The asshole yanked me toward the front of the car. “No. No!”
“Lean over and pull up your dress,” Miguel commanded as he began to unbuckle his belt.
I opened my mouth to retort, completely shocked at what he was asking me to do. As several cars whizzed by, all beeping their horns, I was shaking to my very core. “Na... No.”
“If you won’t do it, I will and trust me, you won’t like that very much.”
The man was actually going to give me a spanking. I was floored, sick to my stomach, but for some crazy reason, I obeyed. Horrifying embarrassment rocketed through me as I did as I was told, lifting my dress up to my waist and leaning over, planting my hands on the hood. I noticed another vehicle had stopped behind us, no doubt the goons I’d seen at the house. I realized that my very naked ass was highly visible given I’d worn a thong. The humiliation was never ending.
“Now, this is merely a lesson and one I hope you learn quickly. Twenty lashes.” His velvety smooth voice was enough to force sick and twisted images of his naked body in my mind.
I snapped my eyes shut, ignoring the whistles coming from other vehicles. I wasn’t entirely certain what to be prepared for. I’d never been spanked in my life.
“And princess? I assure you that this is going to hurt,” he stated in such an arrogant manner.
I heard the sound of his belt even over the noise of engines and brakes, whistles, and catcalls. I bit back a cry the moment the leather was slapped against my backside but there were very few sensations, merely a twinge of an uncomfortable feeling. Perhaps I was concentrating on being mortified. If anyone recognized me, I’d never live this down.
I couldn’t imagine my father wouldn’t be pissed.
Then again, he was the one who told Miguel to discipline me. I shuddered at the thought, holding my breath while another whooshing sound incurred. This time, the pain coursed through my bottom all the way down the backs of my legs within seconds. I jerked up, tossing my head as I did everything to bite back a scream. The last thing I wanted to do was to show just how much discomfort I was in.
Not to an asshole.
Not to the man who thought he owned me.
Not to the sexy and dominating Puerto Rican who sizzled every cell.
I was furious with myself for thinking that way, even imagining him as anything but a horrible jerk, a person molded after my domineering father.
When he issued four more, one coming after the other, I couldn’t hold back my wails.
Or the curse words that left my mouth easily.
“You prick. You bastard. You asshole. You motherfucker.”
“I think I need to wash out your mouth,” he said in this overtly quiet manner, as if he’d been my master for a long time.
I kicked out my legs, squirming all over the place until he placed his hand on the small of my back. I took gulping breaths, curtailing my emotions as he rubbed his fingers across my bottom, sliding back and forth. I tingled all over from both the humiliation as well as a heightened level of desire building, the wetness between my legs slickening my inner thighs. I wanted to scream and beg him to stop but for some crazy reason, the combination of pain and pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“You’re doing very well,” he half whispered, the husky sound of his voice like the sweetest vibrations slip-sliding throughout every inch of my body.
I wanted to retort, to say even nastier words but I realized I was falling into some kind of hypnotic state.
“Uh-huh,” I finally managed.
“I think that should be ‘yes, sir.’ Don’t you?”
“O-kay. I mean, yes, sir.” The words barely left my mouth.
When he smacked me again and again, I whimpered, blinking several times to keep the tears away. The second the thick strap hit my upper thighs, I held my breath, praying this would be over.
The spanking continued and all I heard was a humming noise in my ears. Everything was a blur, my mind reeling. How could I enjoy this? How could I tolerate this... man doing anything to me?
“We are finished,” he said almost in passing as he eased me from the hood, tugging down my dress and pressing his rugged hands against my shoulders. “Now, I suggest you go to the car and get inside. Then I want you to act like a lady. Are we clear?”
“Yes. Yes. Sir.” Now the words came out like acid, a slickening hiss pushing past my lips.
But again, I did as I was told, struggling to move toward the car, my legs wobbly.
When he returned to the car, he sat quietly for a full minute before moving back onto the road. “I think we need to start over, princess. Why don’t you tell me about your enjoyment of playing music?”
The man was acting like nothing happened. I licked my lips and with every wiggle in my seat, my bottom burned. I took several shallow breaths, resigned that small talk was better than another round of embarrassment.
“Fine. I started playing piano when I was three, taught by my mother. By five I’d learned the violin and by seven the cello held my interest. I’ve been playing ever since.” The memories were so sweet, music my only solace.
“Mmm... A prodigy. Your father must be proud.”
“My father couldn’t give a shit,” I snapped. “I’m sorry. Music means everything to me.”
“I can understand. You play with an orchestra?”
“When I’m allowed,” I said in such a timid voice, embarrassing the hell out of me. “He has threatened more than once to take away or destroy my beloved cello. That’s not going to happen. I would just as soon kill him first.” I gasped after saying the words. I’d never muttered them to anyone before and I certainly couldn’t trust a man I didn’t know. “Shit. I shouldn’t have said that.”
Miguel chuckled, his eyes dancing. “Perhaps your father is the pig and you are allowed to say anything around me. There is no love lost with your father in my eyes.”
I shook my head, biting back several nasty words. “I’m even featured on a CD as a soloist, but he doesn’t care.”
“You mean the CD Santiago was playing tonight? Perhaps he does care.”
“Show and glow for all the guests he wines and dines. Nothing more.”
The tension was palpable. What was I supposed to say to the man? We had nothing in common. He was a complete stranger I was supposed to entertain. I was sickened at the thought. I knew what the man wanted. It was the same as every other man I’d known my entire life.
“Where would the lovely lady enjoy going?” he asked, his full lips accentuating every syllable. He allowed his gaze to fall to my cleavage, forcing another shiver to skate down the back of my legs.
“Dancing,” I blurted out. A public place where I could likely slip out of his grasp. “I assume you actually know how to dance? I never know about you Americans. You seem to have no rhythm, let alone anything else decent.”
Whether my nasty words bothered him or not was impossible to tell. In fact, even in the hint of moonlight, I was able to see the gleam in his eyes. He thought this was funny.
“Dancing it is. I assume you know the right location.”
I knew exactly where he was going to take me, the poshest nightclub in town. If I had to spend time with the pompous creep, he would spend lots of American dollars on me. While I wasn’t a club girl, only going out on rare occasion with my friends, I couldn’t think of a better spot to try to get through the night.
I noticed the same set of headlights behind us, able to keep up. I’d seen the two men waiting like mindless soldiers in my father’s house. “Are you afraid of someone, Miguel? Do you always have bodyguards with you?”
He merely shot me a look as he gripped the steering wheel. “There will always be enemies, Valencia, men who would enjoy ending my life. I see fit to stay amongst the living.”
I chuckled to myself, folding my arms and staring out the passenger window. Who did this man think he was?
The bright lights of Havana came into view, the sizzling night just beginning to come alive.
When he came to a stop in the middle of the road, I was surprised. Even more so as he gave me a lust-filled gaze. “Where are we going, princess?”
Another wave of anger rushed into my system, stilting the words as I issued an address. He merely nodded, giving me another intense sweep of his eyes before stepping on the accelerator. Within a few minutes, he’d pulled the car directly in front of the club, leaving it running as he jumped out. I noticed his swagger, as if he was some kind of an important man and huffed.
How was I supposed to get through this night? There was no way my father knew what kind of man he was.
While the valet opened the door, Miguel pushed the man aside until he had his fingers wrapped around mine. There was no question about whether we’d be allowed entrance. Miguel simply waved his hand at the bouncers as if he owned the joint, walking past the line of those hoping to gain entrance with flair.
While my father rarely allowed me to date, those who’d taken me out certainly didn’t have the clout or the arrogance.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked as he scanned the facility.
“No. Not yet. And when I do, I only drink champagne. I need to dance.” I didn’t wait for him, taking the opportunity to break away and move onto the vibrantly hued dance floor. Neon light pulsed all around, including the expansive tiled floor. The music was electric, the Latin beat exactly what I needed.
I was surprised to find that he hadn’t trailed behind me like a lap dog, instead taking a seat at a table closest to the dance floor. Within seconds, he was approached by a waiter and all the while, he kept his eyes pinned on me. Fine. I knew the man wouldn’t be able to dance. Assholes never did.
I began moving to the beat, allowing my body to sway in time to the music as I closed my eyes. I could feel the heated bodies surrounding me, crowding my space. When I finally opened my eyes once again, there were several men watching, hungering.
Including Miguel, his commanding presence drawing his own attention from admirers. He was formidable in every manner, his suave appearance completely separating him from other classes. While his expression was one of amusement, everything else screamed of domination.
Ownership.
To him, I was nothing but a prize for the taking.
I’d never been a tease, had been bred to be a sophisticated lady, but tonight all the rules needed to be broken. And so I danced in a provocative manner, throwing all precaution to the wind. I gave him my most seductive smile, inching closer and closer to the railing separating the dance floor from the seated area. As I grabbed onto the thick metal, using it as a prop and gyrating my hips, he seemed more intrigued, easing forward in the chair.
I licked my lips in an exaggerated fashion as I brushed my palms down from my breasts to my hips, all the while keeping perfect rhythm. My bottom continued to throb but for some crazy reason, the discomfort only added to my seductive moves. There wasn’t a man in the room who wasn’t paying attention, all hoping for an opportunity for a dance. They would have to wait their turn. If the man wanted a show, I’d give him one.
I allowed my dance moves to become even more enticing, finally beckoning with a single finger. His reaction? The same hard, cold stare as if looking straight through me, ready to unwrap the candy inside. I knew exactly what he was thinking.
He would devour me.
Over my dead body.
When he refused to budge, I shifted deeper into the crowd, finally allowing two of the would-be suitors to dance close, their heated bodies wedged against mine. The beat of the music was powerful, the booming beats vibrating every inch of my body. As the men gestured their desires, hands and fingers skimming over portions of my body, I was thrown by the fact that I could only think about Miguel.
Why?
Why did I find him attractive? Because he was an obvious bad boy trying to prove himself to my father, a dangerous man? I turned away from him entirely, concentrating on enjoying myself.
Until a hand slipped around my neck, fingers squeezing in a possessive manner. The scent of him was incredible, unleashing a shower of goosebumps cascading across my naked skin.
Miguel pulled me around to face him and the calculated stare he gave both men was telling. He was a man not to be fucked with, especially around a lady.
There was no accurate way to describe how I felt in his muscular arms, his powerful hold as he moved to the beat, merely taking me with him. He was more than just an impressive dancer, he was incredible and practiced, his moves matching his sexy and dangerous persona. He was in full control, turning and twisting me.
And leaving me breathless.
Every part of me tingled as he pulled me close until our lips were almost touching. The weight of his fingers still grasped around my neck was warm and inviting, pulling me into a dark weave of desire that I’d never experienced before.
When the song finally ended, the number of people giving their raucous approval was surprising. There was something about him that troubled me for reasons that had nothing to do with the deal he forced my father to make. Or my attraction. Or the fact he’d spanked me like some bad little girl. My instinct told me that this man could mean the demise of my family. Suddenly, I was filled with apprehension, my throat closing.
“Te deseo. Te anhelo,” he whispered into my ear, his lips brushing back and forth across my cheek.
I want you. I crave you.
His words were said in such a way my breath caught, dazzling sensations erupting all over my body. My panties were soaked and there was no doubt he gathered a scent of me.
He led me to the table, his actions just as commanding as before. The second drink positioned in front of the other chair pissed me off.
“I took the liberty of ordering for you. I believe your drink of choice is Bombay and tonic.”
How in the hell did he know what I liked to drink? I was floored, my pulse racing. “I told you I only drink champagne.”
“Interesting but I believe you’re lying. I don’t like it when people lie to me,” he said in a commanding fashion.
I dared glance into his eyes, able to see the darkness concealed just beneath the surface. He was a complicated man, one who was hiding behind his bravado. I’d seen his soldiers. I knew they were hovering in the background, just waiting to come to his aid. I was also aware of the weapon he carried, just another reminder of how truly dangerous he was. “That’s... perfect. If you don’t mind, I’m going to freshen up.”
“Of course,” he said in a husky tone, gently pulling me toward him. “Just be a good girl, Valencia. I’d hate to have to punish you once again and in this fine establishment.”
I gave him a waning smile before winking, my legs shaky as I headed for the restroom. I was suddenly claustrophobic, trying to catch my breath as stars floated in front of my eyes. By the time I reached the bathroom door, a new round of rage was swelling. How dare he think he could order a drink or act as if I was already his possession. He didn’t have the right. He didn’t deserve to spend another minute with me.
After glancing at my reflection, I steeled my nerves. There had to be a way I could slip out sight unseen. I wasn’t going to spend another minute with the arrogant prick. The girl staring back at me was wide-eyed, anxious to get on with her life. I splashed water in my face, taking several deep breaths. My fingers fumbled as I attempted to find my lipstick, blotting the corners before smoothing down my hair. I held my head high as I walked to the door, counting to three before opening and darting my head outside.
While there were a few people coming and going, none resembled Miguel. I took a quick glance in both directions and seeing an exit sign gave me a feeling of relief. I remained close to the wall as I made my way through several customers, two of which enjoyed the closeness far too much.
My hand on the door, I knew I could get a ride from someone.
“I don’t think you want to do that, sweet princess. Do you?”
His raspy tone sizzled every nerve, his mere presence creating a wave of desire. I bit back a cry as he used his body to push mine against the wall, planting his hands on either side of me.
“I made your father a promise that I would take care of you and I intend on honoring that no matter the circumstances. You are not safe,” Miguel stated matter-of-factly, as if I was supposed to believe him.
“From you? I can imagine.” I could tell by the flash in his eyes that my statement had riled him once again.
“You are indeed strong-willed just as your father suggests. You have no understanding of this lifestyle or the dangers you face every day.”
“Dangers?” I laughed, shoving my hand against him. He was solid, my action doing nothing but irritating him again. “You’re the only dangerous creature I see, Miguel. You force my father to give me away for a night. What did you do, threaten his life? You’re a bastard.” This time, my actions were too quick for him, the hard slap across his face just enough that his head was thrown to the side.
He took several deep breaths before tilting his head to face me, crowding my space even more. The feel of his throbbing cock against my stomach was far too stimulating, my damp panties now soaked. I hated myself, the utter betrayal of my body.
“You believe that I forced your father into providing you as some sort of caveat for a business transaction?”
I huffed, trying to maintain eye contact. “Absolutely. You are a monster. I am not for sale.”
Rearing back, he issued a series of low-slung growls, the sound more frightening than the man. “I didn’t ask for your company tonight, princess. I wanted nothing more than a gesture of good will, not his daughter’s body to do with as I please. Your father offered you as reconciliation for his treachery and nothing more. However, you do need to keep in mind that when I want something, I take it.”
“I don’t believe you.” I was shocked, sick to my stomach. Could this be the truth? Was my father so ruthless that he’d sell me off even for a single night to this kind of beast?
“Believe what you want, but let’s make something very clear. He offered the deal. I accepted the deal. Your father gave me permission to satisfy my desires, doing anything necessary to keep you in line. In turn, I promised to keep you alive.”
The words rang loud and clear. I wasn’t going to get away from him. Not tonight.
Perhaps never.
“You are a horrible man,” I spat, pushing hard against him again.
“And you disobeyed me, something that I cannot and will not tolerate. I can see you didn’t learn your lesson the first time.”
“I don’t need to learn another lesson from the likes of you.”
Miguel shook his head before grabbing my hand, yanking me into the bathroom. “I’ve already told you for every misdeed there must be consequences. You simply don’t believe the rules apply to you.”
I struggled, almost able to get out of his grasp. “Get off of me.”
“That’s not going to happen, princess. You need to learn your lesson. While you may have the run of your father’s house, you do not rule me and never will. Tonight, I am your master.”
He pushed me over the edge of the counter, immediately yanking my dress to my waist. He fingered the slender string nestled between my ass cheeks, a different and far more primal growl rushing past his lips.
“No. No!” My whimper was barely audible and for some insane reason, I was excited. That just couldn’t be. “You are not going to spank me again. That’s crazy.”
His look stern, he kept one hand pressed on the small of my back as he unfastened his belt. “I’m giving you another spanking, just like you deserve. Since we’re in a club, we’ll leave your panties on. Next time you will not only be bare-assed, you’ll be naked.”
What? The bastard thought there’d be another time? I would kill him first.
I was shocked, mortified, and unable to speak or even put two coherent words together. I couldn’t believe he thought this was acceptable here and now. This was crazy, sickening. “You just can’t.” I watched in horror as he maneuvered the buckle, finally able to pull the thick leather strap from his belt loops. Seeing the action in the light made my legs quiver. By then, two other women had come into the bathroom, their faces registering surprise as well as something else.
Lust.
My God, they were turned on by seeing this brute getting ready to spank me. Like some bad little girl. I didn’t deserve it! I didn’t. I kicked out, catching him in the shins and when he fisted my hair, yanking my head as he leaned over, I could only whimper.
“You have no choice. None. I suggest you remain in position or your spanking will be much worse. This time isn’t about you acting like a bratty and mouthy girl. You could have gotten yourself kidnapped or killed. You have no idea what kind of person your father is, including his clientele. His enemies would enjoy snatching you from the street, shackling you in some abandoned location, doing vile, cruel things to your body while they wait for payment. If your father was not inclined to pay, you would never see the light of day again. That is the kind of people your father does business with.”
“Then what does that make you?”
Miguel laughed as he pulled the final few inches, freeing the strap. The sharp crack as the end hit the floor made me jump, but even worse, I was excited, my nipples swollen and aroused. Even the scent of my pussy juice trickling into my panties was far too shameful to think about. “That makes me your savior, little girl. Something for you to keep in mind.”
My savior. I closed my eyes as he kicked my feet apart and the way his brushed his hand across my naked bottom created another tremor skating throughout my body. I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t that kind of girl.
“Thirty strikes should help you remain in line,” he stated casually. “If not, we’ll do it again.”
Thirty? I wouldn’t be able to take it, not after the twenty from before. Moaning, I heard the door opening again, the noise of the club filtering all around us, the shocked voices of the customers humiliating as hell. I couldn’t believe he was doing this in a public place.
When the first smack was placed across my bottom, I squealed more from the shock than any amount of pain. When he issued a second and third, every inch of skin was humming from electricity, creating wild pulses in my blood stream. I felt the heat just as before, my bottom already on fire.
I would never forget the sound, the snapping noise of his wrist or the whooshing sound as the leather moved through the air. When he delivered the fourth and fifth, anguish reared its ugly head, sliding up from my toes and exploding all across my bottom. “Oh. God!” My scream was cut short by a round of laughter as another group of girls moved into the bathroom.
“Delicious,” one of the girls said.
“Wish I had a daddy dom,” another purred.
I couldn’t bear to look at them or myself, terrified the girl looking back at me would have excitement on her face. I leaned forward, the round of agony passing, his light caress on my heated skin soothing.
Comforting.
Tantalizing.
No. No! I couldn’t stand for this. I kicked out again, hitting nothing. I was surprised that his tone was gentle as he whispered into my ear.
“This is exactly what you need and somewhere inside you already know that. You are doing very well, but if you attempt to move out of position again, we will start over.”
I bit back another cry as he began again, one hard smack coming after the other. I tried to concentrate on the sounds as the agony blossomed, stimulating every muscle and cell. I was no longer in my body, merely floating in midair, a girl watching another being disciplined for such naughty behavior.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I could tell I’d pressed my face against the cool glass, trying to garner some relief but as he smacked the strap across my upper thighs, I couldn’t hold back another whimper. Tears formed in my eyes, but I refused to give in. He wasn’t going to see any concept of weakness. I was a strong woman and had always been.
Fuck him.
I hated him.
I wanted him.
I craved him.
He refused to stop, smacking me again and again. I was breathless, so alive yet so disgusted with myself. How could I want this? How could I enjoy any part of such a horrible experience? Every cell was enraptured, every nerve ending on fire. Nothing could have prepared me for this; the pain and the concept of peace, the way my skin tingled.
Or the desire bursting from deep within.
Panting, I had no realization that he’d stopped or that he’d pulled me into his arms, his hand pressed against my forehead. Then I felt his cock throbbing once again, pushing against my bruised ass. So much hunger.
So much possession.
Nothing seemed real any longer, just this moment in time.
He continued to grind his hips, shifting back and forth. “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice little more than a husky whisper.
I clenched my eyes tightly, furious at the entire situation. “No.”
“When I give you a command, you will follow my orders. Do. You. Understand?”
“Such a bully. An American asshole.” I was ready to issue a scathing series of words in Spanish.
“You’re right. I’m many things.” He laughed his answer as if making fun of me.
“He’s hot, sugar,” one of the girls in the bathroom purred. “Carne de primera. Ooh la la.”
Prime meat. He was more like a primal beast. I shot her a nasty look, realizing she had her hand inside the bodice of her dress, sliding her fingers across her nipple. I was sickened, unable to stop hissing at her.
The girl just rolled her eyes, whispering to her girlfriend before licking her lips in an exaggerated manner. If the bitch wanted him, she could have him.
The words seemed to fuel him, his eyes lighting up with a wild fire of need. He shifted back, shoving me over the counter once again.
I slapped my hand on the glass, glaring at my reflection and taking several deep breaths. What the hell was he doing? I was pitched into a moment of being paralyzed as I realized he was unfastening his trousers, slowly lowering his zipper. Oh, dear God. The man was going to fuck me. Right here. In this godforsaken place.
“No. Don’t you dare,” I barely managed, my eyes falling to his thick cock, the bulbous tip engorged and purple. My mouth was suddenly parched, my throat tightening until the air was restricted.
“I already told you, princess. I take what I want. Besides, I can tell by the scent of your ripe pussy just how much you crave a hard fucking.”
“You’re wrong, you nasty, wretched human being.” God, oh, God. He was right. I was excited, every cell and muscle sizzling from the red-hot heat shifting between us. This just couldn’t be happening. This was just... I couldn’t finish the words, my eyes still locked on his throbbing shaft and swollen balls. I’d never seen a man so long and thick, a glisten of pre-cum already trickling from his sensitive slit.
You don’t want this. You can’t want this.
But I did.
You’re sick, disgusting.
But I wasn’t certain I cared any longer.
The predatory look on his face was perhaps the most dangerous thing about him. He knew there was nothing I could do, nowhere I could run. I was his prisoner.
One. Night. Only.
I tried to block out everything as he shifted closer but when he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, I moaned. “No. I can’t.”
“I’m going to take you in your tight little ass, but not yet.” He wrapped one hand around my ponytail, using it to yank my head to the side. Another two girls walked in, both mesmerized by the wicked show, both taking their time to rake their eyes up and down the length of his body.
I didn’t have to hear what they were saying to know. They longed to be in my place. If only they knew what my life entailed, the difficulties and aggravations. If only.
He licked down the side of my neck as he slipped his cock between my legs. Teasing me.
Taunting me.
I was even wetter than before, my panties now soaked. When he shifted the material aside, I bit back a whimper. This was really going to happen.
“This is only a taste of things to come,” he said in a husky tone, his tone dripping with lust.
And I believed him.
I held my breath as he slowly slid his cockhead past my swollen folds, his shoulders heaving as he pushed inside just an inch.
Every part of me was rattled and I pressed my palms against the glass, bracing for his savage action. He kept his hold on my hair as he locked eyes with mine. The same damn knowing smile. The same twinkling eyes that could draw anyone into his web of deceit.
And I was falling for the beast who’d lured me into his lair.
The moment he thrust the rest of his shaft inside, all breath was stolen from me. We were suddenly in a vacuum, stripped away from any concept of reality. There was no one else in the room, no booming music pumping through the floors and walls.
There was merely the two of us. I could only hear the sound of hard fucking, skin slapping against skin as he took me as brutally as I’d imagined. Instead of the horror I’d expected, I was thrown into such sweet bliss, every part of me sizzling. I wanted to fight him, to be true to myself, but I had to face the fact I didn’t know me any longer.
He growled like the true savage he was, pumping over and over again, the force shoving me against the counter. We were both panting, nothing but wild animals mating. Suddenly, there were others in the room, crowding all around us, cheering us on as if this was a sporting event.
Surreal.
Damning.
Enthralling.
The girl deep inside was free if only for an instant, issuing rasping sounds as he fucked me for several minutes. I could see the strain on his face, the veins in his neck bulging as he tried to hold back his climax.
“Oh, yes, I...” The words slipped from my mouth, further fueling the girls surrounding us. This had to be nothing more than a dream, a fantasy of some kind.
Or a horrible nightmare.
I bit back a scream, shocked as an orgasm caught me off guard. No one had ever made me come this way. Ever. The series of electric jolts shot through me, searing every nerve ending. As my pussy muscles clamped then relaxed, I heard the deep growl erupting from the very depths of his being.
The orgasm was intense, keeping me on my toes, stealing my breath. I slapped the glass several times, cognizant of how wild I must look, a crazy girl and nothing more instead of the prim and proper... princess.
While I might have no control over the man or the deal made, I did have control over this. I squeezed my muscles.
There was nothing like the sound of his voice as he threw his head back and roared like the beast I knew him to be. I took several deep breaths, shifting my gaze to the other women.
Jealousy.
I wanted to laugh. If only they knew what they were jealous of.
Miguel took a staggering step backwards, raking both hands through his hair. I would never have expected for him to lose control.
Not in this manner.
Perhaps I was his weakness.
I would keep the thought in the back of my mind.
I waited to adjust my dress until he had his clothes back in position. The steel armor and mask he was hiding behind was fully intact, his breathing completely normal. It was as if this had never happened.
When he trailed his fingers down my spine, another wave of repulsion and desire rushed into my system.
The dichotomy was sickening.
“Now, you’re going to walk out of here with me like a lady. We’re going to my hotel where we’ll enjoy the rest of our evening. Do I make myself clear?”
Again, I had no choice, no manner to deny him anything. Tonight, I belonged to him.
But there would never be another time.