He sounds so normal. Doesn't he?
"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
It's crazy how calm I am when today could very well be my last day alive. It's also my wedding day. Every time I thought about marriage, this is definitely not what came to mind. I always associated weddings with joy, happiness, and laughter. But most importantly, with Santi. He's the man I thought I would marry. But it's true what people say. Life has no balance. Today will either be the beginning or the end of my dreams. If I succeed, I will make it my life's mission to achieve everything I've ever wanted. If I don't, I'll be as good as dead. Dying should discourage me. El Rey's threats of what he'll do to me should make me rethink my decision but they don't. I'm more scared of being his wife. I would rather he kill me. "Okay, when I said use your beauty, I didn't know you'd master it so soon," Alma says entering with Ines on her heels. I smile at them, glad that I can see them before I leave "Girl, you hit the jackpot" "You're here" "Can you make me your personal hair stylist? I
Seven years later My fingers ghost over the tubes and I settle on the darkest one. Picking it up, I swipe it over my lips then smack them together to spread the color evenly. Whoever invented red lipstick deserves all the money in this world. It's my favorite. Always has been but when someone said it made me look like my lips were stained with blood, I loved it even more. Throwing it back on the counter of the vanity table, I run my hands over my body. The black figure-hugging dress I'm wearing highlights my curves. It ends right under my ass and paired with the red stilettos makes my legs look longer. "What do you think?" I ask the man standing behind me. "It suits you" "We need to improve your vocabulary, Salazar. Beautiful, pretty, sexy, hot, devilish. Feel free to use any of those words" "We should leave" "Why? It's not like they can start without me" "If we don't leave early, you'll have to wait until next year to kill Ramon" Well, that is one way
"It's just procedure ma'am. After they leave, you won't hear anything about it again" "I don't pay you just so I could go through procedures" I slam the phone down, my blood boiling "He's not getting paid this month" "Calm down..." "Why should I when the fucking police are in my house? Did you find the person who posted that photo? I will carve out their intestines and feed them to Bruno" "They're not leaving until they speak to you" "Go and scare them away or threaten them. I don't care. Just make them leave" "Ma'am!' "WHAT?" "They won't arrest you. They're only here to talk. Answer a few of their questions then I'll make them leave" "I'm not... I'm not scared" "Let's go" Salazar walks out, forcing me to follow him. I hate how indifferent he is. As if nothing scares him. Not that I'm afraid of the police. Seeing them just pisses me off. But I guess it's better they're here instead of asking me to go to the station. Two men are sitting in the living room, each with a cup of c
I'm sitting between Kahlo's legs with my back to his front as I read the book he bought me. It's a cute small-town romance with vanilla sex scenes. Something I would have enjoyed when I started I started reading but now it's boring. Bland. Where is the bully that makes the female lead's life a living hell but she still ends up with him? Where is the stalker or psychopath who doesn't know the meaning of privacy and personal space? Give me unhinged. Even better if it's the female because I can relate with them. But since Kahlo bought this book for me, I don't mind reading it. Although, it would be a little better if she at least got together with both guys. We all need some toxicity in our lives once in a while. "Why the sigh?" Kahlo asks, his hand rubbing circles on my stomach. He's not what I expected. For a brief moment, I'd hoped he would save me and when he didn't, a part of me had hated him. Sometimes I blamed him for leaving so soon. But over the years, Fanuco rarely mentioned h
"What did you tell her?" "That you have a small dick and are not worth the trouble," she says biting her lip. I narrow my eyes at her. "You're begging for a spanking. Aren't you?" Catalina glances over her shoulder saying "Nothing much. Just that it's not nice to seduce someone else's man" "Really now? And whose man was being seduced?" "Don't be cheeky. If the situation was reversed, what would you do? I doubt you'd be as civilized as I was" For starters, there would be no talking. If someone blatantly hit on her despite knowing she's with me? I'd put a bullet between their eyes. We need more time to figure out how far this thing between us can go but that doesn't mean I will allow her to be with another man. While she's in my bed, she belongs to me. I've only ever been in one relationship and it was complicated. But the difference is I wasn't possessive of her the way I am of Catalina. The thought of another man touching her makes my vision go hazy with jealousy. I would s
I roll over, stretching like a cat. Unfurling my body and releasing cramped muscles while sighing blissfully. For the first time in a while, I slept like a baby. There were no nightmares or memories that always leave me feeling hollow inside. The clock on the bedside table indicates it's 9:30 AM and I know the space beside me is empty without looking. He's an early riser. It's a bright day, a radiant sun spilling its warm light through the curtains and into the room. Outside, the sky is an endless expanse of brilliant blue, unmarred by even a wisp of cloud. I must be crazy because the weather has the side of my mouth lifting in a smile. Who wakes up feeling happy? I'm a grouch in the morning regardless of the day or weather but not today. And my euphoric mood has everything to do with the man I've been sleeping with. Yesterday was a delight. The owner of the cultural center promised to send us the mugs we made after they were done. Then we went to El Zócalo. A bustling central plaza
She's a drug that I'm slowly getting addicted to and it's hard to believe we've only been here for one night. Every time I'm near her, I want to be inside her. I want to touch her, kiss her, and hold her. In the few hours since we arrived, I've memorized all the sounds she makes when she's happy, sad, aroused, coming and the way her face changes whenever she's excited. Or scared like earlier when she asked if we were going to ride horses. Something happened to her and I hope one day she'll be comfortable enough to tell me what it was. I want to know all her fears so I can protect her from them. I shower and dress in the guest room before going down to get breakfast ready. Last night I decided to show her around town. The tour wasn't in my plans but if we stay inside, I can't help wanting to slide inside her and God knows I've done that more times than she can handle. But that wasn't the only reason. Back at the house, it looked like she didn't have the freedom to do whatever she want
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