Rosita’s POV My stomach clenched as Fernando's hands began roaming her naked skin, his lips finding her neck and nibbling on the sensitive flesh. He was touching her in ways she'd never been touched, and it made me sick. Fernando was clearly enjoying himself, but Dolores seemed frozen, her green eyes wide with shock and fear. "This is what your friend is," Romano whispered in my ear. "A fucking whore, a cum bucket." His soft, intimate murmur ghosted down my spine. I didn't want to believe it, but the evidence was right before my eyes. My best friend was a sex slave. She was nothing more than a toy for these men to play with. A loud gasp left my lips as Fernando slapped Dolores across the ass, his hand leaving red marks on her buttocks. "Stop pretending like you don’t like it just because your friend is watching," he commented, slapping her across the ass again, but she pursed her lips, refusing to moan. "I haven’t forgotten how you begged me to fuck you the last time I paid
Author’s POV Ximena examined her beautiful face in the small hand mirror, carefully patting the foundation on her delicate cheeks. She had done it. Deangelo was out of the way, and she enjoyed the thought of revealing the news to his father on his birthday. Today was a day of reckoning, a day she had planned carefully, with the final touches set to bring her one step closer to power. A small smile touched her lips, she shoved the mirror back into her handbag and took out a small glass bottle filled with poison. The hope of finally rising to rule Mexico excited her; in a matter of hours, everything would change. A knock on the window of the car she was in nudged her back to reality. Looking out, she saw a line of noble royal guards waiting to welcome her into the grand mansion that covered half the estate. The sounds of classical music came from inside as a guard opened her door for her. Stepping out, she carefully adjusted her long, elegant green dress and enjoyed the attentio
Rosita’s POV I could hear Dolores sobbing, her voice pleading with Fernando. But I knew it was no use. He wasn't going to stop. A loud crash filled the air as Romano knocked Fernando down with a bottle to the head. Fernando's grip on me loosened, and I sucked in a deep breath, gasping for air. Blood dripped down from Fernando's head as he lay unconscious on the floor. Dolores rushed to me, holding me in her arms as I tried to regain my composure. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice shaky. "I-I think so," I replied, still trying to catch my breath. "Take this for transport fare, I am leaving with my angel now," Romano declared, handing a few bills to Dolores. She quickly put the cash into her dress, and then we rushed out of the room, with Romano's grip firm around my wrist. We made our way out of the busy club and into the cold night air, the sounds of sirens in the distance. As we stepped outside, the reality of what had just happened hit me. I had killed a man. I had
Author’s POV"Get out! Now!" Deangelo yelled, gesturing wildly at the other two men. But they exchanged glances, fear mixed with defiance, and refused to obey, concentrating on their dark task of stealing the animals.Rage boiled inside him. This was his chance to prove himself, to protect the place that had offered him refuge. He sprinted toward the remaining man, seized his collar, and landed two powerful punches to his face. The man staggered backwards, unable to fight back as Deangelo spun him around, throwing him into his accomplices.They fell together, arms flailing in confusion, and he stood over them, feeling empowered. "Next time, you filthy thieves try to rob this farm again, I won’t go so easy on you. You all have one minute to leave before I change my mind."Grunts echoed from the ground as the men scrambled to their feet, quickly running out of the barn. Deangelo watched with a sense of satisfaction, a wave of relief crashing over him as they disappeared into the night.
Rosita’s POV "Spread your legs," the doctor repeated with his eyes fixed on my body. His rough hands moved to my hips, and he placed my legs on stirrups attached to the bed, my most private parts exposed. I felt the cool air of the room on my most private of places, and it was humiliating. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of what was about to happen. My teeth clenched, and I wanted to thrash and scream. “Fuck you!” I managed to hiss, my voice barely audible. “Fuck you both!” I snapped, my defiance stimulated by the sheer injustice of it all. Romano's hand gripped my neck, squeezing, I could feel his sharp fingers pressing into my skin, the lack of air making my head swim. He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a forceful kiss. I tried to turn away, but his grip on my neck tightened, forcing me to comply. "Let me go! You motherfucking sons of bitches!" I snarled, my voice low and filled with anger. I refuse to be a helpless victim, I would fight ba
Deangelo’s POV The hot sun beat down on me, sweat trickling down my bare chest as I trekked across the farm, heavy buckets of water splashing against my sides. Why the hell was I doing this? I should be packing up, getting ready to leave this place, not fetching water for animals that didn’t care if I stayed or went. Yusuf didn’t like it when I talked about leaving the other night. “You can’t just go to the airport without a flight ticket,” he had said. “I don’t have money to send you back to your country; we can figure things out.” But his voice irritated me. I didn’t want to be stuck here forever, playing farm boy. With a grunt, I threw the buckets down, water exploding everywhere, soaking the ground beneath me. That was when I spotted something—a dark object half-hidden behind the cow barn, covered with a black cover. My heart kicked into overdrive. Could it be? Yusuf had never mentioned anything about a car. I dashed over to the object, yanking the cover away. It was a yello
Author’s POV Ximena’s heart pitter-pattered as she opened the small bottle of poison, pouring a few drops into the delicate cup of tea in front of her. The bitter aroma escaped into the air, mixing with her fear. She was just closing the bottle when a sharp knock cracked through the kitchen. “I already told you guys that I don’t want any maids in here!” she snapped, turning to face the door. But her words faltered as two royal guards stepped in, bowing low with respect. Panic seized her chest; she quickly hid the bottle behind her, moving instinctively closer to the kitchen counter. “What do you want?” she inquired, her voice steady despite the hammering in her chest. One guard took a step forward, his face solemn. “Your Highness, you have a guest. He is outside the castle gate waiting for you; we haven’t seen him before, so we didn’t let him in.” A frown touched her face. Who could it be? She waved her hand dismissively, urging the guards to lead the way. Without wasting mu
Author’s POV Stefano stepped into the lobby of the law firm, forcing a smile that felt strange on his plastered face. He hadn’t set foot in the office for a week—being kidnapped and tortured managed to keep a man from his 9-to-5. The brief nods and murmured “Welcome backs” from colleagues hummed around him like a swarm of flies, but he barely caught their words. His mind was racing—he had a major court case pending, and nothing, not even this hell he’d endured, could hold him back. But then, the loudness of the television in the hall caught his eye. A news bulletin flashed across the screen, grabbing his attention and everyone else’s in the lobby. A male reporter's voice cut through the room: “The son of the Spanish king, Prince Deangelo, a notorious mafia and number one most feared don in the city of Mexico, was found dead in his bathroom by the queen.” A warm smile pulled at his lips, the soothing traveling to his chest and bringing him a sense of comfort. The don who held
Author’s POV "You are so fucking beautiful, Sweetheart," he remarked, licking his lower lip. "Thanks. I appreciate the compliment. What else do you want to do to me?" she inquired. "I want you to suck my dick and drink my cum. I will give you one hundred pesos." Dolores took his pants off and began to lick his erect penis; it wasn’t over-the-top big, but it had a decent size. The man was so aroused by her touch that he came within a couple of minutes; she swallowed the semen and cleaned the man's cock with her mouth. "Is that all? Is there anything else you would like?" she asked, her voice low. The man was getting hornier by the second, and it wasn't even ten minutes yet. Dolores had no problem with him being horny, though; he was rich. His cock was probably bigger than the cocks of the other average guys. "Would you be down for a quickie right here and now? I want to fuck you against the trashcan over there," he remarked, pointing at a large trashcan that was in
Author’s POV Stefano stepped into the lobby of the law firm, forcing a smile that felt strange on his plastered face. He hadn’t set foot in the office for a week—being kidnapped and tortured managed to keep a man from his 9-to-5. The brief nods and murmured “Welcome backs” from colleagues hummed around him like a swarm of flies, but he barely caught their words. His mind was racing—he had a major court case pending, and nothing, not even this hell he’d endured, could hold him back. But then, the loudness of the television in the hall caught his eye. A news bulletin flashed across the screen, grabbing his attention and everyone else’s in the lobby. A male reporter's voice cut through the room: “The son of the Spanish king, Prince Deangelo, a notorious mafia and number one most feared don in the city of Mexico, was found dead in his bathroom by the queen.” A warm smile pulled at his lips, the soothing traveling to his chest and bringing him a sense of comfort. The don who held
Author’s POV Ximena’s heart pitter-pattered as she opened the small bottle of poison, pouring a few drops into the delicate cup of tea in front of her. The bitter aroma escaped into the air, mixing with her fear. She was just closing the bottle when a sharp knock cracked through the kitchen. “I already told you guys that I don’t want any maids in here!” she snapped, turning to face the door. But her words faltered as two royal guards stepped in, bowing low with respect. Panic seized her chest; she quickly hid the bottle behind her, moving instinctively closer to the kitchen counter. “What do you want?” she inquired, her voice steady despite the hammering in her chest. One guard took a step forward, his face solemn. “Your Highness, you have a guest. He is outside the castle gate waiting for you; we haven’t seen him before, so we didn’t let him in.” A frown touched her face. Who could it be? She waved her hand dismissively, urging the guards to lead the way. Without wasting mu
Deangelo’s POV The hot sun beat down on me, sweat trickling down my bare chest as I trekked across the farm, heavy buckets of water splashing against my sides. Why the hell was I doing this? I should be packing up, getting ready to leave this place, not fetching water for animals that didn’t care if I stayed or went. Yusuf didn’t like it when I talked about leaving the other night. “You can’t just go to the airport without a flight ticket,” he had said. “I don’t have money to send you back to your country; we can figure things out.” But his voice irritated me. I didn’t want to be stuck here forever, playing farm boy. With a grunt, I threw the buckets down, water exploding everywhere, soaking the ground beneath me. That was when I spotted something—a dark object half-hidden behind the cow barn, covered with a black cover. My heart kicked into overdrive. Could it be? Yusuf had never mentioned anything about a car. I dashed over to the object, yanking the cover away. It was a yello
Rosita’s POV "Spread your legs," the doctor repeated with his eyes fixed on my body. His rough hands moved to my hips, and he placed my legs on stirrups attached to the bed, my most private parts exposed. I felt the cool air of the room on my most private of places, and it was humiliating. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of what was about to happen. My teeth clenched, and I wanted to thrash and scream. “Fuck you!” I managed to hiss, my voice barely audible. “Fuck you both!” I snapped, my defiance stimulated by the sheer injustice of it all. Romano's hand gripped my neck, squeezing, I could feel his sharp fingers pressing into my skin, the lack of air making my head swim. He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a forceful kiss. I tried to turn away, but his grip on my neck tightened, forcing me to comply. "Let me go! You motherfucking sons of bitches!" I snarled, my voice low and filled with anger. I refuse to be a helpless victim, I would fight ba
Author’s POV"Get out! Now!" Deangelo yelled, gesturing wildly at the other two men. But they exchanged glances, fear mixed with defiance, and refused to obey, concentrating on their dark task of stealing the animals.Rage boiled inside him. This was his chance to prove himself, to protect the place that had offered him refuge. He sprinted toward the remaining man, seized his collar, and landed two powerful punches to his face. The man staggered backwards, unable to fight back as Deangelo spun him around, throwing him into his accomplices.They fell together, arms flailing in confusion, and he stood over them, feeling empowered. "Next time, you filthy thieves try to rob this farm again, I won’t go so easy on you. You all have one minute to leave before I change my mind."Grunts echoed from the ground as the men scrambled to their feet, quickly running out of the barn. Deangelo watched with a sense of satisfaction, a wave of relief crashing over him as they disappeared into the night.
Rosita’s POV I could hear Dolores sobbing, her voice pleading with Fernando. But I knew it was no use. He wasn't going to stop. A loud crash filled the air as Romano knocked Fernando down with a bottle to the head. Fernando's grip on me loosened, and I sucked in a deep breath, gasping for air. Blood dripped down from Fernando's head as he lay unconscious on the floor. Dolores rushed to me, holding me in her arms as I tried to regain my composure. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice shaky. "I-I think so," I replied, still trying to catch my breath. "Take this for transport fare, I am leaving with my angel now," Romano declared, handing a few bills to Dolores. She quickly put the cash into her dress, and then we rushed out of the room, with Romano's grip firm around my wrist. We made our way out of the busy club and into the cold night air, the sounds of sirens in the distance. As we stepped outside, the reality of what had just happened hit me. I had killed a man. I had
Author’s POV Ximena examined her beautiful face in the small hand mirror, carefully patting the foundation on her delicate cheeks. She had done it. Deangelo was out of the way, and she enjoyed the thought of revealing the news to his father on his birthday. Today was a day of reckoning, a day she had planned carefully, with the final touches set to bring her one step closer to power. A small smile touched her lips, she shoved the mirror back into her handbag and took out a small glass bottle filled with poison. The hope of finally rising to rule Mexico excited her; in a matter of hours, everything would change. A knock on the window of the car she was in nudged her back to reality. Looking out, she saw a line of noble royal guards waiting to welcome her into the grand mansion that covered half the estate. The sounds of classical music came from inside as a guard opened her door for her. Stepping out, she carefully adjusted her long, elegant green dress and enjoyed the attentio
Rosita’s POV My stomach clenched as Fernando's hands began roaming her naked skin, his lips finding her neck and nibbling on the sensitive flesh. He was touching her in ways she'd never been touched, and it made me sick. Fernando was clearly enjoying himself, but Dolores seemed frozen, her green eyes wide with shock and fear. "This is what your friend is," Romano whispered in my ear. "A fucking whore, a cum bucket." His soft, intimate murmur ghosted down my spine. I didn't want to believe it, but the evidence was right before my eyes. My best friend was a sex slave. She was nothing more than a toy for these men to play with. A loud gasp left my lips as Fernando slapped Dolores across the ass, his hand leaving red marks on her buttocks. "Stop pretending like you don’t like it just because your friend is watching," he commented, slapping her across the ass again, but she pursed her lips, refusing to moan. "I haven’t forgotten how you begged me to fuck you the last time I paid