"When did you get back?"
I stop, one of my eyebrows lifting in annoyance "What are you doing in my bedroom?""I heard you were back. How is your asshole uncle?""Still the same" I reply running a hand through my wet hair "Why do you expect him to be any different?""Who knows? He might have discovered God or joined some cult that convinced him he should die first before he fully becomes one of them. I would donate all my money to that cult by the way""Keep dreaming" I drop the towel and walk to the closet butt naked. Nina whistles and her heels click on the floor as she follows me. I look over my shoulder to find her leaning against the door frame. Her eyes run over my naked frame."I'm starting to think that you're showing off how well you're hung so I'd regret turning you down""Do you?""Maybe""Your problem. If my nakedness is bothering you, get out" When I first brought her here, she didn't even have the guts to look me in the eyes. Now she walks around as if she owns the place and isn't afraid of making me angry. People think of me as the milder version of my uncle but that doesn't mean I'm a saint. At the first sign of betrayal, I will fucking end her. She knows that but she's not afraid. At least, not anymore. Then again, this is what happens when you empower a woman. Before we met, she was just another girl my uncle was going to use. She had no power, no friends, and no family to help her.I remember how, even though she was scared, she looked me straight in the eyes and begged me to save her. No words were spoken but her eyes told me everything. I asked my uncle to give her to me that same day. He thought I wanted a plaything so he readily agreed. My plan was to give her money and let her go but she refused, claiming she had nowhere to go and would eventually land back in my uncle's hands. Back then I should have known she was going to be a nuisance.The moment Nina broke out of her shell, I regretted bringing her here. She's rude, mouthy, and has a great pair of tits I'd like to sink my teeth into but she says our relationship wouldn't be the same if I fucked her. Yes, she's a great lawyer but I'm sure I can easily find another great lawyer out there. What I can't easily find is pair of great tits that are also natural. Everything these days is just plastic. There's no rush though. Eventually, she will end up under me and with my cock fucking those tits."Are you busy?""One of the machines at the factory is malfunctioning. I have to go look at it and decide if it needs repairing or if we should just replace it" I tell her grabbing a pair of boxers. Uncle Fan is not going to like that but we can't risk having accidents."Do you have to do it immediately or can you spare an hour?""What do you want?"She pushes off the door and starts undoing the buttons on her shirt. My eyes sweep over her tall frame. Who knew eventually was around the corner? She could pass for a model. Her long and shapely legs move toward me as she shrugs off the shirt, revealing a black lace bra molded to her. Fuck, I can't wait to paint her chest with my cum. Dropping the boxers in my hands, I hook a finger on the waistband of her skirt and jerk her to me. The moment she's close, I nuzzle my face in the valley between her breasts."Do you have a crush on my boobs?""Lose the rest of the clothes before I tear them off" She unclips her bra and my mouth goes straight to one of her breasts before it touches the floor. I lick and bite around it before my lips close around the nipple. She inhales, her hands going to my shoulders. I switch to the other breast and take small bites, licking away the pain right after and then repeating the process all over again. I'm afraid an hour won't be enough to do everything I want to do to her."Kahlo..." She moans arching her back and pushing her chest further into my face. I'm in boob heaven but I force myself to stop and look into her eyes."This doesn't mean we're in a relationship or dating or shit like that""Are you sure you want to stick this inside me?" She asks slipping a hand between us to wrap her fingers around me."Honestly, I just want to fuck these," I say squishing her breasts together "I'm not interested in your pussy""You're such an asshole. You know that?""Runs in the family. Anyway, just keep in mind that this is just a fuck. Want my dick? I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk properly again. But anything else? You won't get it from me. Understood?""Yes, asshole. Now show me what this monstrous dick can do"My mouth is on her neck when my phone suddenly rings. I'm tempted to ignore it but it could be important so I reach for it, swipe answer then put it on loudspeaker."What?""Sir, one of the workers just got injured and some idiot called the police"Talk about great timing"I'm on my way" I hung up and move away from Nina. She doesn't whine or ask me to put her first because she knows my job will always be my priority."Do you want me to come along?""Because showing up with a lawyer will put the cops at ease. I'll call you if I need your services" I quickly dress then grab my phone. I'm at the bedroom door when Nina asks,"Should I stay or go?""I don't give a fuck. Just be naked and spread on my bed when I get back" Since I just got back from Mexico, my driver Hector isn't back yet. Whenever I leave the country, he normally visits his family so he'll come to work tomorrow. I get in my car thinking we now have to replace that damn machine. The fucking thing is going to be a headache since local companies are going to do everything to stop us from operating. Or hold us back for a few months so we can suffer irreparable losses. Maybe it's because I'm too occupied that I don't see the truck speeding toward me until it's too late. I try to get out of the way but there's nowhere to go.There's ringing in my ears as my car flips a few times before landing. Despite wearing a seatbelt, my body is jostled and my head smashes against the window. The last thought I have is that I should have just fucked Nina. Uncle Fan always told me I cared too much about people who would only stab me in the back if given the chance. Why the fuck did I care about an injured worker who means nothing to me? There are managers and supervisors to do that. Why did I have to go there myself? Look at me dying because I cared about some fucker doing the same thing.Fuck, I'm not ready for this. I need more time. 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"I can't wait to have these wrapped around my cock" I shudder and cover my ears with my hands. That is not happening. None of this is real. I would rather die than put his thing in my mouth. Does he think I'm a prostitute? Or that I would roll over and let him do whatever he wants? But he's the boss around here and they have guns. All it would take is a bullet in the head and I'll be old news. "Just take it that you're getting married, Catalina..." Getting married to a man old enough to be my grandfather? No. I'll never accept that. Right after he received the call about his nephew leaving the country, he dragged my chair close to his and slipped a hand under my dress. I was disgusted and scared every time his hand inched higher. Now I understand what Alma meant when she said I couldn't find any underwear in this house. I'm sick to my stomach and I truly believe that if he tries anything again, I might slap him. Lucky for me, he got another call and he's currently in the living room
"Why are they always so predictable?" Julio asks. He's standing behind me, together with Salazar watching the screen as my soon-to-be wife runs away. I wonder where she'll go first. Back to the man who sold her or the man she thinks will save her. I'd like to see who has the balls to go against me "Don't let her out of your sight. If she goes to the police..." "Let them detain her," I tell Julio. Once she spends a night in a cold cell, she'll eagerly run back to me. There are so many ways I can punish her for trying to run from me but first I want to see what she has in mind. Most of the girls don't have families or friends so they know not to run but a few of them still tried to do it. And when they realized they had nowhere to go and no one would help them, they came back. "Sweet. Can I have her if you're not interested?" "Why? Are the women at the club tired of your small dick already?" Fucking idiot. He sticks his dick anywhere. It's a wonder he hasn't contracted diseases or an
"Is there anyone else you wish to visit? I'll have my men drive you there. There's no need to tire yourself when there are cars at your disposal and men who have nothing to do" He's mocking me. Because he knows that no one is going to help me now. I went back home thinking Mama would change her mind if she saw me but I was wrong. She told me to leave unless I wanted them all to die. "I'm sorry Catalina but you know what El Rey will do to us if we try to take you back. Your father doesn't have the money to pay him back. He'll kill us. Is that what you want? To see us dead?" She took my hands and pleaded with me, saying "You have to go back. Even if El Rey lets you go, what will you do? I don't have money to send you to college and Andres is still in school. We need to provide for him. Your brother cannot drop out of school. He is our only hope, Catalina. And who knows? Maybe El Rey isn't as bad as they say. I mean look at this dress you're wearing. It looks expensive. Did he gift it t
Kill? I've never even gotten into a fight with anyone. I mean the physical kind where you beat others. I've argued with Andres and this one time Xiomara, one of my classmates, pulled my hair while calling me names. I don't know what I did to make her so angry but I couldn't fight back because I was scared her friends would join and gang up on me. All I did was cry and ask her to let go. That is as close as I've come to harming others. Now El Rey is promising to make me kill someone if I disobey him. What is wrong with him? What is wrong with the adults around me? I didn't grow up sheltered. I've always known how dark this world we live in is. When I was thirteen, my neighbor Dulce and her mother were found dead in their house. Her father used to come home drunk and beat them until they passed out. Their screams could be heard everywhere. There were times Mama gave them food and back then, I stupidly thought she was a saint for helping them. Because no one else looked their way. Now th
....mena, wake up... do this to me" ...tried to...." "Get a..." "She needs a few days of rest but she'll be fine" Who is that? What happened? I feel like I was run over by a train. Where am I? Can someone get me a glass of water? I wait a few minutes and when nothing happens, I grunt in annoyance. "Are you awake?" Someone asks, their voice too loud. I wonder who it is. If I could open my eyes... "Why isn't she waking up? If anything happens to her..." "Calm down," Another strange voice says "She will be fine" "If anything happens to her, I will end you" "Who is she anyway that you sound so worried?" "None of your fucking business. Get out!" I hear footsteps, then the sound of a door opening and closing. The mattress dips, as if someone just sat beside me then they take my hand and run a finger over my wrist. I really want to know who this person is and where I am but I'm too tired. In my head, I close my eyes and go back to sleep. I'll ask them later. The next time I come to,
"Put that on," El Rey says sliding a black square velvet box toward me. I pick it up and open it. The gasp that leaves my mouth can't be helped. I don't know much about rings but this one looks expensive. The stone resembles a water drop with smaller shinier stones all around it. I can almost see my reflection in the silver band. I'm still gaping at it when he asks "Are you deaf? Put it on" "I don't want it" I reply absentmindedly. Could these be diamonds? Are they real?"I didn't ask. Wear the damn ring" Still mesmerized, I slowly take it out and slip it onto my finger. If Santi had proposed to me, would he have used such a ring or something similar? I always imagined how he'd do it. We would go out to dinner, he would get on his knees and propose to me in front of a crowd. Or in the middle of a street surrounded by flowers. My engagement was supposed to be romantic. A day I will remember forever. Not this.Lifting my eyes, I study El Rey. Looking for any signs of sickness. How old
I've been so busy planning my escape and where I'll go that I stopped paying attention to everything around me. So when I wake up to find Olga hanging a long white wedding dress in the closet, I'm taken aback. Despite all the other dresses being the same color, I can tell that particular one is different. Besides, it was among the dresses I tried a few days ago. Kicking the sheets away, I jump out of bed and move to stand beside her."Why is this here?" "Because the wedding is tomorrow. You have to try it on today so they'd have time to fix it if there are any problems" "What do you mean tomorrow?" I ask throwing out a hand to one of the shelves to steady myself "Don't weddings take months to plan?" "Are you serious? This is El Rey's wedding. He paid the planners to do it in a few days and even if he hadn't, I don't think anyone has the guts to tell him no" "But... But..." I don't know what to say. Like a fool, I believed he would take at least a month or two to plan the wedding an