So in case you forgot who Ines is, she's one of the girls who used to do Catalina's hair and makeup. Guess what she did to piss our girl boss off.
Flashback It's been two months since El Rey caught me and dragged me back here. Two months since Olga died in front of me. Two months since I stopped feeling. The wedding was held the day after I tried to escape. It turns out the man with the magnifying glass was a jewelry appraiser and he had helped El Rey pick out that ring. He thought I had stolen it and told the store owner to keep me there until El Rey's men arrived. They knocked me out with drugs before handing me over to his boss. It turns out no one leaves the country illegally without my husband's permission. He has a hand in every dirty business and deals. Nothing gets past him. If I'd known how powerful the Cartel was, I wouldn't have wasted my time trying to run away. Since that day, I haven't felt normal. It's as if part of me died along with Olga. During the day, her screams are all I hear and at night it's her pleas. Begging to help her. Asking them to stop but they don't. No one ever listens to h
Catalina has been avoiding me. She didn't come down for dinner yesterday, claiming she had a headache. Then during breakfast today, she mumbled a good morning, took a piece of toast, and was out the door before I could reply. I'm guessing her behavior has something to do with what happened with that woman. I'll reserve my judgement until I find out the truth but what I won't do is let her put a distance between us. I liked spending the afternoon with her even though she'd been asleep most of the time. I knew I was fucked when I started entertaining thoughts of taking over the Cartel so she'd be free but spending hours watching her sleep only goes to show how much shit I'm in. Since when do I spend so much time with a woman I only want to fuck? The last time I watched a movie was in high school and the girl who'd come to my place was naked before the introduction ended. But yesterday I was content to sit there with Catalina beside me. It didn't matter that she didn't talk. After I not
I love the way he looks at me as if I'm an innocent little thing he wants to save. Even after telling him I killed my husband and father, he doesn't believe it because in his eyes I can't do wrong. It makes me wonder if he's that blinded by his desire for me or if he's delusional. His uncle forcefully married me shortly after he left. It's been seven years since then. How does he think I survived for so long? Anyone sane wouldn't last in this world for more than a year. The fact that Kahlo is buying this innocent act I'm putting on only goes to show that he's either stupid and doesn't deserve to be the boss or he's choosing to ignore the truth. Or maybe I'm just a good actress. He wouldn't be the first man to think he could save me. I especially like when the truth finally dawns on them and they realize that I don't need saving. That I'm past salvation. How much longer do I have? Sighing, I look ahead. Noticing we've stopped. "Don't make a big deal about this. Like I said, I wasn't
The house is bigger than I imagined. The entry gate leads to a paved driveway that branches into a path that guides you to the front door. The landscaping is well-maintained, with neatly trimmed grass, small trees, and plant beds that create a clean and orderly look. The two-storey house has a white exterior and contrasting dark, metal roofing. A large black-framed double door with windows on either side opens and an older couple walks out. They must be the caretakers Kahlo mentioned earlier. Smiling, he turns the engine off and opens his door. I'm wondering if I should wait for him to open mine when suddenly, a younger woman emerges from behind the couple. She's blonde, wearing cowboy boots with a red long-sleeve off-shoulder dress that clings to her body. My guess is she's the couple's daughter because employees don't walk around freely and there's no way in hell they'd dress like that to shove horse shit or do dishes. Which means, she did it to impress Kahlo. Immediately, I decide
She looks shocked just as I knew she would be. Hearing what Fan did to her wasn't easy. Not because I didn't know he was capable of it but because he'd done it to Catalina. They got married shortly after I left. The PI I'd hired indicated she was twenty-five which means back then she was only eighteen. Fresh out of high school. Young, innocent, prime for picking but not old enough to know how to resist them. There was nothing an eighteen-year-old could have to save herself. She probably tried to escape. They all do and they all fail. Because in this country, money rules. Those who don't take the money know it's better for them to stay away from the Cartel or their loved ones would be butchered until no one was left. It's the reason many girls have ended up in human trafficking and prostitution. No one cares. I can imagine the helplessness she felt all these years and even now as Salazar still forces her. Did anyone ask for her permission? Did they bother askin
My hands slide down her wet body, shaping the lines and dips of her hourglass figure. Kneading her round ass before slinking back up her thighs and stomach to cup her breasts. Massaging the soft mounds. I watch the droplets of water bounce off her nipples, wanting to lick them but too fascinated to move. Because a small part of me is obsessed with breasts, I know this set is real and not fake. I'm spellbound by the way they sit on her chest, the mattering of freckles on her cleavage that is only visible when one is close enough, and the perfect shape of her nipples. Just the right size for my fingers and mouth.k I fucked her in the kitchen. It was fast and we both came but it was nowhere near satisfactory. The hunger is still there. This, whatever it is she awakened in me is insatiable, and deep down I know it'll never be enough. No matter how many times I have her, I'll never tire of her. She's got a hold of me like no other woman ever has but instead of panicking, I welcome it. Embr
Holy fuck. One more? Is this man trying to kill me? My limbs feel like jelly. I'm sweaty, spent, wrecked in the best possible way and it feels like he's gotten everything he can out of me. Every orgasm is better than the last one. Never have I met a man with such a voracious appetite. He's been pounding into me relentlessly for the past hour or maybe two because at some point I lost track of time but it doesn't look like he's tired. His stamina is otherworldly. When he flips me to my back again, I don't bother resisting. There's no energy left in me to do anything but lie here and let him use me. I tense, feeling the pull again. It's impossible for me to come again but as Kahlo drives into me viciously, my body proves otherwise. "Your sweet cunt is milking me. Are you close?" He asks hooking his hands beneath my knees and bending them toward my chest. Bringing his face closer to mine. I notice the sheen of sweat dotting his forehead. Proof that he's been working hard to please me
FLASHBACK/DREAM Long fingernails painted red run over his crotch, teasing him. Making him jerk and hiss. He's leaning back on the chair with his legs wide open and a woman kneeling between them. She squeezes his bulge pulling another groan from his lips. I want to look away. This is not the boy I knew. He told me he'd never been with another woman but this doesn't look like his first time. The way his eyes glare at her, indicating she should hurry up makes it clear that he's done this before. Which means everything he told me was a lie. I don't want to watch but Julio is holding my head in place. Forcing me to look. "Will your girlfriend be okay with this?" "Who, Jennifer? We're not exclusive" Jennifer? Who is she? The woman stops, her brows furrowing, looking as confused as I do. "I thought your girlfriend's name was Catalina" Santiago chuckles "Now that's a pussy I would have liked to fuck. She's a virgin and I was close to convincing her but..
FLASHBACK/DREAM Long fingernails painted red run over his crotch, teasing him. Making him jerk and hiss. He's leaning back on the chair with his legs wide open and a woman kneeling between them. She squeezes his bulge pulling another groan from his lips. I want to look away. This is not the boy I knew. He told me he'd never been with another woman but this doesn't look like his first time. The way his eyes glare at her, indicating she should hurry up makes it clear that he's done this before. Which means everything he told me was a lie. I don't want to watch but Julio is holding my head in place. Forcing me to look. "Will your girlfriend be okay with this?" "Who, Jennifer? We're not exclusive" Jennifer? Who is she? The woman stops, her brows furrowing, looking as confused as I do. "I thought your girlfriend's name was Catalina" Santiago chuckles "Now that's a pussy I would have liked to fuck. She's a virgin and I was close to convincing her but..
Holy fuck. One more? Is this man trying to kill me? My limbs feel like jelly. I'm sweaty, spent, wrecked in the best possible way and it feels like he's gotten everything he can out of me. Every orgasm is better than the last one. Never have I met a man with such a voracious appetite. He's been pounding into me relentlessly for the past hour or maybe two because at some point I lost track of time but it doesn't look like he's tired. His stamina is otherworldly. When he flips me to my back again, I don't bother resisting. There's no energy left in me to do anything but lie here and let him use me. I tense, feeling the pull again. It's impossible for me to come again but as Kahlo drives into me viciously, my body proves otherwise. "Your sweet cunt is milking me. Are you close?" He asks hooking his hands beneath my knees and bending them toward my chest. Bringing his face closer to mine. I notice the sheen of sweat dotting his forehead. Proof that he's been working hard to please me
My hands slide down her wet body, shaping the lines and dips of her hourglass figure. Kneading her round ass before slinking back up her thighs and stomach to cup her breasts. Massaging the soft mounds. I watch the droplets of water bounce off her nipples, wanting to lick them but too fascinated to move. Because a small part of me is obsessed with breasts, I know this set is real and not fake. I'm spellbound by the way they sit on her chest, the mattering of freckles on her cleavage that is only visible when one is close enough, and the perfect shape of her nipples. Just the right size for my fingers and mouth.k I fucked her in the kitchen. It was fast and we both came but it was nowhere near satisfactory. The hunger is still there. This, whatever it is she awakened in me is insatiable, and deep down I know it'll never be enough. No matter how many times I have her, I'll never tire of her. She's got a hold of me like no other woman ever has but instead of panicking, I welcome it. Embr
She looks shocked just as I knew she would be. Hearing what Fan did to her wasn't easy. Not because I didn't know he was capable of it but because he'd done it to Catalina. They got married shortly after I left. The PI I'd hired indicated she was twenty-five which means back then she was only eighteen. Fresh out of high school. Young, innocent, prime for picking but not old enough to know how to resist them. There was nothing an eighteen-year-old could have to save herself. She probably tried to escape. They all do and they all fail. Because in this country, money rules. Those who don't take the money know it's better for them to stay away from the Cartel or their loved ones would be butchered until no one was left. It's the reason many girls have ended up in human trafficking and prostitution. No one cares. I can imagine the helplessness she felt all these years and even now as Salazar still forces her. Did anyone ask for her permission? Did they bother askin
The house is bigger than I imagined. The entry gate leads to a paved driveway that branches into a path that guides you to the front door. The landscaping is well-maintained, with neatly trimmed grass, small trees, and plant beds that create a clean and orderly look. The two-storey house has a white exterior and contrasting dark, metal roofing. A large black-framed double door with windows on either side opens and an older couple walks out. They must be the caretakers Kahlo mentioned earlier. Smiling, he turns the engine off and opens his door. I'm wondering if I should wait for him to open mine when suddenly, a younger woman emerges from behind the couple. She's blonde, wearing cowboy boots with a red long-sleeve off-shoulder dress that clings to her body. My guess is she's the couple's daughter because employees don't walk around freely and there's no way in hell they'd dress like that to shove horse shit or do dishes. Which means, she did it to impress Kahlo. Immediately, I decide
I love the way he looks at me as if I'm an innocent little thing he wants to save. Even after telling him I killed my husband and father, he doesn't believe it because in his eyes I can't do wrong. It makes me wonder if he's that blinded by his desire for me or if he's delusional. His uncle forcefully married me shortly after he left. It's been seven years since then. How does he think I survived for so long? Anyone sane wouldn't last in this world for more than a year. The fact that Kahlo is buying this innocent act I'm putting on only goes to show that he's either stupid and doesn't deserve to be the boss or he's choosing to ignore the truth. Or maybe I'm just a good actress. He wouldn't be the first man to think he could save me. I especially like when the truth finally dawns on them and they realize that I don't need saving. That I'm past salvation. How much longer do I have? Sighing, I look ahead. Noticing we've stopped. "Don't make a big deal about this. Like I said, I wasn't
Catalina has been avoiding me. She didn't come down for dinner yesterday, claiming she had a headache. Then during breakfast today, she mumbled a good morning, took a piece of toast, and was out the door before I could reply. I'm guessing her behavior has something to do with what happened with that woman. I'll reserve my judgement until I find out the truth but what I won't do is let her put a distance between us. I liked spending the afternoon with her even though she'd been asleep most of the time. I knew I was fucked when I started entertaining thoughts of taking over the Cartel so she'd be free but spending hours watching her sleep only goes to show how much shit I'm in. Since when do I spend so much time with a woman I only want to fuck? The last time I watched a movie was in high school and the girl who'd come to my place was naked before the introduction ended. But yesterday I was content to sit there with Catalina beside me. It didn't matter that she didn't talk. After I not
Flashback It's been two months since El Rey caught me and dragged me back here. Two months since Olga died in front of me. Two months since I stopped feeling. The wedding was held the day after I tried to escape. It turns out the man with the magnifying glass was a jewelry appraiser and he had helped El Rey pick out that ring. He thought I had stolen it and told the store owner to keep me there until El Rey's men arrived. They knocked me out with drugs before handing me over to his boss. It turns out no one leaves the country illegally without my husband's permission. He has a hand in every dirty business and deals. Nothing gets past him. If I'd known how powerful the Cartel was, I wouldn't have wasted my time trying to run away. Since that day, I haven't felt normal. It's as if part of me died along with Olga. During the day, her screams are all I hear and at night it's her pleas. Begging to help her. Asking them to stop but they don't. No one ever listens to h
"You did that on purpose. Didn't you?" "No, Ma'am" I don't believe him. Why didn't he show up when I was asleep? "Why the fuck are you even here? Didn't you take the day off?" Salazar pins me with a glare, "You insisted I take the day off. I don't remember asking for it" "And you couldn't find something to do?" "Your safety is my priority. " I want to punch him in the balls, but I know the only way that'll ever happen is if he allows it. Aside from weighing over a hundred pounds more than I do, he's freakishly fast. There are times I'm glad for his disobedience but not today. "I was so close. Did you see him? He's halfway obsessed with me, Salazar. Give me another day. " "No. Stop playing with him. He's a dangerous man. The sooner we send him away, the better off you'll be. " Not happening. As long as Kahlo is here, he's mine to do with as I please. And contrary to what Salazar thinks, he's not the boss of me. I can do whatever I want. "What is it?" I snap because d