Chapter Twenty _ One

Rose Alexandria Sinclair;

“You’re…” I looked away as Frederico leaned closer, his lips dangerously near mine. The problem was, his towel was already gone, and his cock was touching my thigh. I could feel it—warm, solid, and big.

“Why are you looking away? Are you afraid you’ll catch feelings for me again?” he asked, his voice smooth yet mocking as his mouth dipped lower, brushing against my chest.

And then he did it—the most overdone move ever. He pulled out my left breast and put it in his mouth.

Oh, Molly.

I froze, my jaw practically hitting the floor. The way he moaned, his hand squeezing while his mouth worked, sent shivers racing through me, pulling me into an abyss I couldn’t escape.

Before I knew it, my hand moved to his head, stroking it like he was a baby.

“Mmm,” I moaned softly, my back arching in surrender to the overwhelming pleasure.

He let go of my nipple only to crash his lips onto mine. His tongue invaded, his teeth grazed, and his lips devoured me entirely. He was relentless, every kiss rough and demanding.

When he finally pulled back, we were both panting, our breaths mingling like a storm about to explode.

“Do you still love me?” I asked, hating myself the moment the words left my mouth.

Girl, he has your father hostage. He brought you here to serve him, to be a *slave toy!*

“Do you think I love you because I kissed you?” His voice dripped with scorn. He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to meet his gaze. “That’s your fucking purpose, idiot… to satisfy my needs.”

“Yeah… I know… It was a dumb question,” I mumbled, swallowing my humiliation.

He released my chin, only to claim my lips again. This kiss wasn’t tender or even remotely soft. It was harsh, rough—an outlet for his anger. I could feel it in every forceful move, his frustration pouring into me.

I pushed him back and scrambled off the bed. My gaze fell on him—completely naked. My throat dried up, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

That… that thing down there… It was so big, veiny, and impossibly long.

“Oh my…” My hand flew to my mouth, my eyes wide in disbelief.

“Get out!” he snapped, his voice commanding and cold. I rolled my eyes and turned to leave, but before I could take another step, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back.

“On second thought, no. I want to take a bath.”

“Alright… go take your bath,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, but his grip tightened, pulling me closer.

“And why the hell do you think I brought you here as my maid, dummy?”

He dragged me with him into the bathroom, and I quickened my pace to avoid stumbling.

The bathroom was breathtaking—spacious and luxurious, with intricate patterns that screamed wealth and opulence.

Honestly, someone like me could live here and call it home.

“Strip,” he commanded, his voice firm and unapologetic. The curiosity flickering in my eyes died instantly, replaced by a stunned silence.

“Huh?” I stammered, my throat tightening as his gaze burned into me.

“Would you prefer I do it for you? Hmm, Slutty Rose?” he taunted, his lips curling into a smirk that sent shivers racing down my spine.

I swallowed hard, my cheeks heating under the weight of his stare. My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my dress, hesitating for a brief moment. His eyes narrowed.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned, his tone dark and commanding.

Slowly, I pulled the fabric over my head, letting the dress fall to the floor in a soft heap. His gaze roamed over my bare skin, lingering on every curve, every inch exposed to him.

“That’s better,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, the rest.”

My fingers moved to unhook my bra, my breathing shallow as I slid the straps down my shoulders and let it fall away. Finally, my panties joined the pile at my feet, leaving me completely bare before him.

Frederico leaned back slightly, his eyes devouring me like I was a feast laid out for him. He stepped into the jacuzzi, turning on the warm water. The soft hum of the jets filled the room, and steam began to rise, wrapping around him like a haze of power and control.

“On your knees,” he ordered, his tone low and enticing.

I dropped to the tiled floor, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat spreading through my body.

“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning back in the bubbling water. His arms rested on the edges of the jacuzzi, his posture relaxed, but his eyes stayed locked on me, dark with intent.

“Now, crawl closer. Let me enjoy the view.”

My body moved before my mind could catch up, obeying his every word. His smirk deepened, satisfaction radiating from him as I knelt beside the tub, my face level with the water’s edge.

“You’re quite the sight, Slutty Rose,” he said, trailing a finger through the water lazily.

“Come closer,” Frederico drawled, his voice rich with authority, his dark eyes devouring me. His command pulled me forward, my hands pressed against the cool tiles as I edged closer to him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers reaching out to trace my jawline, forcing me to meet his piercing gaze. The way he looked at me, like I was made for his pleasure, left no room for misunderstanding.

“Stand up,” he ordered, his voice a growl, low and commanding. My legs trembled, but I stood, naked and vulnerable before him, the steam rising around us.

“Turn around,” he continued, and I obeyed, turning my back to him as his hands gripped my waist firmly.

He pulled me closer, positioning me to sit on the edge of the jacuzzi. The cool edge of the tub pressed against my skin, a sharp contrast to the heat of his hands as they roamed over my thighs.

His lips grazed my neck from behind, leaving a trail of heat as he whispered into my ear, “You’re going to stay right here, perfectly still, and let me enjoy what’s mine.”

One hand cupped my breast, kneading it with deliberate care, while the other slipped between my legs, parting my thighs. His fingers moved with agonizing slowness, teasing me, tracing every sensitive spot but withholding exactly what I craved.

“Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice a dangerous mix of taunt and promise. “That’s what happens when you belong to me. You don’t move unless I tell you to.”

“Frederico…” I whimpered, my head falling back against his chest.

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against my skin. “Not yet, Slutty Rose. I haven’t even started.”

He shifted behind me, the warm water splashing as he adjusted his position. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me slightly closer to him.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

I obeyed, my body trembling as I did exactly what he demanded.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. His fingers worked me slowly, deliberately, exploring and teasing every inch of my sensitive flesh.

“Stay still,” he growled when I squirmed. His grip on my hips tightened, grounding me. “You don’t get to move until I tell you to.”

“Frederico…” I whimpered again, my voice trembling as his fingers explored me with maddening precision.

“What did I say about staying still?” he growled, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. His grip on my hips tightened as he pulled me even closer, his chest pressing against my back.

“Please…” I managed to whisper, my breathing erratic, but he wasn’t about to let me take control.

“Please, what?” he teased, his lips brushing against my ear. His fingers moved faster now, finding the spot that made my legs shake.

“Frederico!” I cried out, my body arching against him as the pleasure became too much to bear.

“That’s it,” he murmured approvingly, his free hand sliding up to cup my breast, his thumb flicking over my hardened nipple. “Let me hear you, Slutty Rose. Don’t hold back.”

My head fell back against his shoulder as he continued to work me, every touch sending shockwaves through my body. His lips found my neck again, sucking and biting just enough to leave a mark.

The water rippled around us, warm and soothing, but nothing compared to the fire he ignited inside me.

“Frederico, I can’t… I can’t take it,” I moaned, my voice breaking as the sensations became overwhelming.

“You’ll take everything I give you,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Because you’re mine.”

His fingers pressed harder, moving in perfect rhythm as my breathing turned into shallow gasps. The pleasure built and built until it felt like I was teetering on the edge of something I couldn’t control.

“Oh my God,” I moaned loudly, my hands gripping the edge of the jacuzzi for support as my body trembled.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice softer now but still dripping with dominance. “That’s what I want to hear.”

I cried out again as the pleasure crested, the waves crashing over me, leaving me shaking and breathless. Frederico didn’t stop, his hands and mouth owning every inch of me, his gaze never leaving my face as I unraveled beneath him.

When the intensity finally ebbed, I slumped against him, my body limp and spent.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teased, his tone laced with satisfaction as he leaned back into the water, pulling me with him. “Now, let’s see how loud I can make you scream next.”