Getting into her head.

As Miguel pulled away, Ariel found herself seething, her anger eating into her very core and almost leaving her breathless. Staring at the handsome devil in front of her, her eyes darkened, several thoughts running through her head.

“You better be a good girl and do as I say, or else, you'll just be making things even more difficult for yourself.” Miguel scoffed, rolling up his sleeves and making his way out of the room.

As soon as he left, Ariel let out a loud shriek, hot tears running down her face. She had to let out her frustration somehow, but since she couldn't move due to the chains, she could only scream. Her veins almost popped out of her skin as she yelled out in a loud voice, curling up in the corner. 

Sobbing, she imagined Miguel's face and how she would love to dig an arrow into his eyes and pluck them out. She had always been the gentle type, loving and kind. But since she came into the clan, she had turned into something not even she could recognize. Miguel had managed to twist her heart in a space of three days. 

“I hate that man, I won't rest until I make him pay for what he has done. They will all pay.” She gritted her teeth, thinking about her parents yet again.

As innocent as she was, they pushed her into a dark world where they knew that her life would be ruined. They didn't think two times before sending her into the abyss to die, she definitely wasn't going to spare anyone. 

——

“Boss.” Xander walked into the phoenix, joining Miguel who was going through some documents. The phoenix was a part of the clan where decision making, mission planning and important trials were carried out. 

Miguel lifted his face briefly from the papers in front of him and nodded. “You're here. I wanted you to take a look at some blueprints for the new warehouse.” 

Xander walked over to his desk and stared at the blueprints. “But Miguel, the warehouse intrudes into the Castillos land, do you think they'll be pleased?” He pointed out but Miguel scoffed, his face remaining cold and stern.

“That's why you're going to talk to them. Make a deal with them, offer them money, I really don't care. My warehouse must be built on that land, even if I must take it by force.” Miguel argued and Xander nodded his head, knowing that it was pointless to argue when Miguel had made up his mind. 

“I will speak to them tonight.”

“But Miguel,” Xander continued, his brow raising in concern as he was itching to let out what had been bothering him. 

It was about Ariel, the new mistress. 

“Your mistress, do you think it's wise to keep her chained in your room? She's not a dog, is she?” 

Miguel closed the file before him and stroked his chin, his eyes narrowing at Xander. Keeping silent for some seconds, he picked up the cigar that he had dropped into the ash tray and let it dangle between his fingers, his eyes still on Xander.

“I don't see how that's any of your business. She's my mistress and I can do whatever I wish to with her.” He finally answered, keeping his voice barely above a whisper. Although deep and resonating, it sounded calm.

“But she's human, not some animal.” Xander persisted. He hated to see Ariel in that state. 

“She tried to escape.”

“Only because she's scared. I mean, what would you expect from someone who was bundled here and forced to be a sex slave?” Xander rolled his eyes but Miguel's nose flared in annoyance.

“Enough of that, Xander. Like I said, it's none of your business, so stay out of it, or you'll have to deal with me.” 

Xander was not satisfied and was about to speak again when three people entered— two men and a woman. The woman was Laura, and she was leading the assassin team. They were Miguel's best executioners. 

They all bowed to Miguel, most of their black outfits drenched but not in water, it was blood.

“Good day boss,” Lucius bowed, “the mission was a success.” 

An insincere grin tugged at the corner of Miguel's lips and he nodded. “Any loot from the enemies?” 

Manny's eyes lit up with greed, he was the second man that came in with Laura and Lucius. “Gold bars!”

“Excellent. Xander, see to it.” Miguel ordered and Xander nodded, leading the way out while the other two men followed behind him. Laura did not go, she waited for them to leave before swinging around and walking over to Miguel.

“Hi baby.” She hissed, moving like the snake that she was. Her body was flexible, and the way she moved her hips— with such rhythm, was enough to hypnotize any man with a cock between his legs.

“Do you need anything?” Miguel puffed out smoke as he took the cigar out of his mouth, his eyes fixed on her, watching her approach him.

“Yes boss,” she sat on the desk in front of him, pushing everything on the desk back and spreading her legs wide open. Miguel remained calm and did not react even though she had no underwear on. Her pink, shaved pussy stared back at him, and she had a grin on her face.

“I need you to touch me. It's been so long since you fucked the senses out of me and I need it now. Please use me as you please.” She sighed, trailing her feet down his chest, all the way to his resting member, making it throb.

“Laura, I don't have time for this,” he got to his feet. 

“But you have time for your mistress?” She frowned immediately. 

Miguel pushed closer to her, grabbing her neck and breathing heavily against her skin. She shuddered.

“She's my mistress, mine to fuck, let that sink in.” He snapped, throwing her face away and proceeding out of the Phoenix.

Laura let out a squeal, frustrated and jealous. She shamelessly made her way out as well, her hatred for Ariel shooting through the roof instantly.

.

Miguel returned to his suite later that night. It was almost two in the morning, and Ariel was sound asleep on the floor, dried up tears on her face. 

Being the devil he was, Miguel wasn't going to let her have any peace. He walked over to her and delicately brushed her hair away from her face. She appeared so peaceful in her sleep, but he didn't want that. 

He walked over to his drawer and pulled out a handcuff before going to get rid of the chain that bounded her. Ariel jerked up from the sound of the chains and tried to run but he grabbed her and threw her on the bed, getting the handcuffs and cuffing her to the bed again.

“What are you doing!? Let me go!” She screamed, but he ignored her. His face was unusually calm as he stripped her of the flimsy dress she had on. She was unclad before him in a matter of seconds.

“You beast! Let me go!” She wailed, trying to wriggle out of her situation but her resistance made it even more fun for the crazy Miguel Bernardino. 

He did not just thrust into her mercilessly like he did before, he gazed at her beautiful body, his eyes gleaming with lust and leaving Ariel confused.

There was something about the way he was looking at her that made her core throb, and she hated it.

“Look at you..” he groaned, grabbing her perfect, luscious breasts in his hands, massaging each one as slowly as possible. She wriggled in his grip, screaming to be released but he shoved a piece of cloth in her mouth.

“Just enjoy it.” 

Enjoy it!? Ariel shook her head, her eyes red with fury as she watched him take her nipple in his mouth, his tongue curling around it and flicking on it. She arched her back, disgusted by her touch but surprisingly enjoying it.

Miguel continued to suck on her cherry red nipples, each fling of his tongue sending waves of unexplainable pleasure to her brain. Tears fell from both sides of her face. 

His fingers moved down her thighs, all the way to the warm, wet core. Her breath hitched when he pushed two of his fingers in, curling them up and scratching the top of her walls. A shriek would have escaped from her lips if not for the cloth in her mouth. 

He began to thrust in and out with his fingers, his tongue leaving her nipple and meeting her neck instead. He covered her with soft, wet kisses, making it even more unbearable for her. 

“You're so fucking wet, I can't wait to lick it all up.” He whispered into her ear before nibbling on her ear lobe. His thrusts became faster and she arched her back, a climax not very far from her. 

“Fuck! Give me all your juices!” He moaned into her ear, leaving her at his mercy. 

Ariel cried her eyes out, hating herself for wanting him so bad. He was getting into her head and she couldn't resist.

“Do you want me yet? Tell me bitch! Do you want my big, fat cock up in your tiny, wet pussy!?” He still had his lips on her ear. 

Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she slowly nodded her head.