by Stone, Piper
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I could tell I’d pressed my face against the cool glass, trying to garner some relief but as he smacked the strap across my upper thighs, I couldn’t hold back another whimper. Tears formed in my eyes, but I refused to give in. He wasn’t going to see any concept of weakness. I was a strong woman and had always been.
Fuck him.
I hated him.
I wanted him.
I craved him.
He refused to stop, smacking me again and again. I was breathless, so alive yet so disgusted with myself. How could I want this? How could I enjoy any part of such a horrible experience? Every cell was enraptured, every nerve ending on fire. Nothing could have prepared me for this; the pain and the concept of peace, the way my skin tingled.
Or the desire bursting from deep within.
Panting, I had no realization that he’d stopped or that he’d pulled me into his arms, his hand pressed against my forehead. Then I felt his cock throbbing once again, pushing against my bruised ass. So much hunger.
So much possession.
Nothing seemed real any longer, just this moment in time.
He continued to grind his hips, shifting back and forth. “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice little more than a husky whisper.
I clenched my eyes tightly, furious at the entire situation. “No.”
“When I give you a command, you will follow my orders. Do. You. Understand?”
“Such a bully. An American asshole.” I was ready to issue a scathing series of words in Spanish.
“You’re right. I’m many things.” He laughed his answer as if making fun of me.
“He’s hot, sugar,” one of the girls in the bathroom purred. “Carne de primera. Ooh la la.”
Prime meat. He was more like a primal beast. I shot her a nasty look, realizing she had her hand inside the bodice of her dress, sliding her fingers across her nipple. I was sickened, unable to stop hissing at her.
The girl just rolled her eyes, whispering to her girlfriend before licking her lips in an exaggerated manner. If the bitch wanted him, she could have him.
The words seemed to fuel him, his eyes lighting up with a wild fire of need. He shifted back, shoving me over the counter once again.
I slapped my hand on the glass, glaring at my reflection and taking several deep breaths. What the hell was he doing? I was pitched into a moment of being paralyzed as I realized he was unfastening his trousers, slowly lowering his zipper. Oh, dear God. The man was going to fuck me. Right here. In this godforsaken place.
“No. Don’t you dare,” I barely managed, my eyes falling to his thick cock, the bulbous tip engorged and purple. My mouth was suddenly parched, my throat tightening until the air was restricted.
“I already told you, princess. I take what I want. Besides, I can tell by the scent of your ripe pussy just how much you crave a hard fucking.”
“You’re wrong, you nasty, wretched human being.” God, oh, God. He was right. I was excited, every cell and muscle sizzling from the red-hot heat shifting between us. This just couldn’t be happening. This was just... I couldn’t finish the words, my eyes still locked on his throbbing shaft and swollen balls. I’d never seen a man so long and thick, a glisten of pre-cum already trickling from his sensitive slit.
You don’t want this. You can’t want this.
But I did.
You’re sick, disgusting.
But I wasn’t certain I cared any longer.
The predatory look on his face was perhaps the most dangerous thing about him. He knew there was nothing I could do, nowhere I could run. I was his prisoner.
One. Night. Only.
I tried to block out everything as he shifted closer but when he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, I moaned. “No. I can’t.”
“I’m going to take you in your tight little ass, but not yet.” He wrapped one hand around my ponytail, using it to yank my head to the side. Another two girls walked in, both mesmerized by the wicked show, both taking their time to rake their eyes up and down the length of his body.
I didn’t have to hear what they were saying to know. They longed to be in my place. If only they knew what my life entailed, the difficulties and aggravations. If only.
He licked down the side of my neck as he slipped his cock between my legs. Teasing me.
Taunting me.
I was even wetter than before, my panties now soaked. When he shifted the material aside, I bit back a whimper. This was really going to happen.
“This is only a taste of things to come,” he said in a husky tone, his tone dripping with lust.
And I believed him.
I held my breath as he slowly slid his cockhead past my swollen folds, his shoulders heaving as he pushed inside just an inch.
Every part of me was rattled and I pressed my palms against the glass, bracing for his savage action. He kept his hold on my hair as he locked eyes with mine. The same damn knowing smile. The same twinkling eyes that could draw anyone into his web of deceit.
And I was falling for the beast who’d lured me into his lair.
The moment he thrust the rest of his shaft inside, all breath was stolen from me. We were suddenly in a vacuum, stripped away from any concept of reality. There was no one else in the room, no booming music pumping through the floors and walls.
There was merely the two of us. I could only hear the sound of hard fucking, skin slapping against skin as he took me as brutally as I’d imagined. Instead of the horror I’d expected, I was thrown into such sweet bliss, every part of me sizzling. I wanted to fight him, to be true to myself, but I had to face the fact I didn’t know me any longer.
He growled like the true savage he was, pumping over and over again, the force shoving me against the counter. We were both panting, nothing but wild animals mating. Suddenly, there were others in the room, crowding all around us, cheering us on as if this was a sporting event.
Surreal.
Damning.
Enthralling.
The girl deep inside was free if only for an instant, issuing rasping sounds as he fucked me for several minutes. I could see the strain on his face, the veins in his neck bulging as he tried to hold back his climax.
“Oh, yes, I...” The words slipped from my mouth, further fueling the girls surrounding us. This had to be nothing more than a dream, a fantasy of some kind.
Or a horrible nightmare.
I bit back a scream, shocked as an orgasm caught me off guard. No one had ever made me come this way. Ever. The series of electric jolts shot through me, searing every nerve ending. As my pussy muscles clamped then relaxed, I heard the deep growl erupting from the very depths of his being.
The orgasm was intense, keeping me on my toes, stealing my breath. I slapped the glass several times, cognizant of how wild I must look, a crazy girl and nothing more instead of the prim and proper... princess.
While I might have no control over the man or the deal made, I did have control over this. I squeezed my muscles.
There was nothing like the sound of his voice as he threw his head back and roared like the beast I knew him to be. I took several deep breaths, shifting my gaze to the other women.
Jealousy.
I wanted to laugh. If only they knew what they were jealous of.
Miguel took a staggering step backwards, raking both hands through his hair. I would never have expected for him to lose control.
Not in this manner.
Perhaps I was his weakness.
I would keep the thought in the back of my mind.
I waited to adjust my dress until he had his clothes back in position. The steel armor and mask he was hiding behind was fully intact, his breathing completely normal. It was as if this had never happened.
When he trailed his fingers down my spine, another wave of repulsion and desire rushed into my system.
The dichotomy was sickening.
“Now, you’re going to walk out of here with me like a lady. We’re going to my hotel wher
e we’ll enjoy the rest of our evening. Do I make myself clear?”
Again, I had no choice, no manner to deny him anything. Tonight, I belonged to him.
But there would never be another time.
Chapter Three
Valencia
Excitement.
Did every woman feel that way around Miguel? Did they fall prey to his bad boy image hidden so cleverly underneath a beautiful package?
Sophisticated.
Muscular.
Sensuous.
He was this and much more.
I could still smell the scent of him, as if he’d permanently stained my skin.
He’d taken me to one of the most expensive hotels in Havana, the price unobtainable for ninety percent of the people living within the entire country. He was just as privileged as my father.
Then again, I would have expected nothing less from a man like Miguel, the penthouse suite overlooking the ocean. I knew without a doubt he had every whim catered to, could only imagine how many women he’d seduced since being in our beautiful country.
As I walked out onto the balcony, the warm, humid air seemed more refreshing than normal, yet every move reminded me of his harsh punishments.
And the humiliation I’d endured.
I’d never been one to cry for any reason, hardened by what my father called life training, but tonight, tears remained close. Everything Miguel had said about my father rang true, the accusations driving a stake into my heart. For all the love my father profoundly expressed, I knew in my heart I’d been used as a bargaining chip more than once. This moment with this man was the most egregious.
Which meant my father was desperate. Perhaps his reign was coming to a close, his true enemies seeking vengeance for all the wretched deeds that had occurred during the last several years. I wasn’t immune to those who’d threatened him and the lives of his family. The number of security detail surrounding us at all times had increased, my freedom locked down until I was nothing but a bird in a cage.
I leaned further over the iron railing, inhaling the sweet salt air, longing to be anyone else. In my bare feet, I could almost imagine walking near the cresting water, digging my toes into the sand. If only my life could be normal, as if I had any understanding of what that truly meant. For all the money and power my father had accumulated, we were no better off than prisoners of our fortune.
I couldn’t think about what my mother had endured over the years, although she enjoyed the lifestyle and the money my father’s power had brought. We were like royalty while so many others lived in poverty. I wanted out, to find my way in the world, but I knew my father would never allow that to happen.
Unless I was married to a suitable man, which meant providing more wealth to the family. I’d ignored my father’s ruthless tirades, the violence that had been a part of my life. Yes, I’d been sheltered, but I was no fool. I was well aware that my father was little more than a murderer, although his hands had never been soiled by blood or dirt. He’d never had to do a moment’s worth of manual labor in his life.
I folded my arms, shivering from the realization that my world was nothing more than a glass bubble. One day, there would be someone smashing the limited peace as well as the luxurious surroundings into bits.
I sensed his larger than life presence behind me, could smell his rich cologne, the scent all masculine and exotic. Miguel was exactly like my father, which was why I couldn’t stand him. No matter the attraction, I wasn’t going to fall for any man with a hidden agenda, or a penchant for violence.
As he moved behind me, easing a glass of champagne in front of my face, I could only sigh. This was just one night. I could deal with it. I was much stronger than succumbing to his prowess. “Champagne.”
“I believe this is what the lady requested,” he said in a half whisper.
I accepted the glass and the second our fingers touched, a slight moan slipped past my lips. I was gutted by my reaction, trying my best to shut down every emotion as well as the building longing.
I heard his ragged breathing and wanted to smash the crystal stem against his face, but I would be a good little girl in order to be released.
“You truly think I’m a monster.”
There was certain surprise in his voice, as if he was honestly shocked I could ever think such a thing. “I think you’re a vile man who uses your power and influence to get what you want no matter the number of people you hurt or destroy.”
“Hmmm... I’ve never had anyone put it quite that way.” Miguel moved away from me until we were almost two feet apart. He leaned over the railing, studying the night sky and the twinkling stars.
He seemed much more approachable with his jacket removed, his sleeves rolled up, the wind whipping through his hair.
“Maybe you’re right; however, I am also a businessman. Yes, some of the services I provide are for entertainment purposes, but I am very careful with what I do. If people betray me, do I make certain that will never happen again? Absolutely. That is a requirement in my world. Anything less would be considered a weakness that neither I nor my family could survive.” His words were almost haunting, but I refused to fall for his pretense or suave actions.
“You don’t trust my father at all, do you?”
He smiled, swirling the liquid in his glass. “I’ve stayed alive this long because I refuse to trust anyone. Your father is a snake, capable of backstabbing anyone to increase his stature. However, he has no understanding that if he fucks with the deal we proffered or with my family, he will die by my hands.”
“You enjoy threatening people.”
“I do what I have to do in order to keep my family safe.”
He’d mentioned the word family far too many times. “Family. Wife? Kids? I’m just the flavor of the week or the day.” I laughed harshly before taking a sip of the champagne. Another expensive seduction method.
“I have never married and bringing a child into this world with the kind of danger surrounding me wouldn’t be prudent. I have a father who rules our entire family much like yours does.”
His words were perplexing, actually giving me pause. “Let me guess, you’re the prince in training.”
He chuckled at the thought, lifting his glass in a salute. “How astute of you.”
“This life makes you happy, selling drugs?”
Now he was the one who seemed surprised that I had an inkling of what his business was comprised of, or perhaps because I realized how horrible my own father was.
“I am... as happy as I can be. Our family is involved in other businesses as well, those considered more legitimate.”
He was choosing his words carefully.
“How sad. Everyone deserves to be happy, including monsters. I would think all the women you capture and keep could provide that happiness for you.” I knew the words I said had hurt him by the way he tilted his head. Maybe taking out my anger on him wasn’t in my best interest.
“No matter what you think, Valencia, I don’t have a harem of women. I date infrequently. Relationships have been difficult.”
“Maybe you just haven’t found the right woman.” I was acting as if this was just a normal conversation between friends. He’d never be a friend.
A full minute passed by, my nerves frazzled. I hid behind the glass, taking sip after sip, lightheaded almost immediately.
But not from the liquor.
Not from fear.
From the connection we shared.
“Perhaps.” He guzzled the entire glass of champagne, shifting slightly until he was able to face me. Even in the hint of the gorgeous moonlight, seeing his sculpted chest was like a magnet. He was gorgeous in every way, chiseled to perfection. “I have no plans on hurting you. I abhor abuse of women and I meant what I said. I will protect you until you are back in your father’s house.”
I could tell my lower lip was quivering and with every breath I took, I realized my heart was beating rapidly. “I don’t need protection.”
; “My guess is that you do.” He inched even closer, brushing hair out of my eyes. “You are very beautiful, Valencia. I am certain there are many men who would do anything to have you. Never forget how incredible you truly are.”
Nothing could have shocked me any more than the words, as if he were a different man. As he closed the distance, the heat of his body combined with the soaring electricity left me breathless, no longer able to focus.
Or hate.
He caressed my skin, his thumb rubbing back and forth. “So very beautiful.”
I’d known men who’d reacted in this manner only to hurt me later. That’s why there’d only been one person I cared for. As he pulled the champagne glass from my hand, easing both down onto the table, his gaze turned possessive. Then he took me into his arms, every move so gentle and loving, romantic in every way, a complete change in demeanor. The night sky, the roaring ocean, and the way he hungered was almost able to break down my defenses.
Almost.
He cupped both sides of my face, his breath as scattered as mine. I had no idea what to expect or whether I should continue to be frightened of him. What I knew is that in my mind this night would be erased in my memories, gone forever. He wasn’t supposed to be in my world or I in his. This was just... dangerous.
As he lowered his head, his grip became firm, his fingers digging into my skin. He pulled me onto my tiptoes, forcing my mouth within centimeters of his. I fisted his shirt, clinging to him as if he were a lifeline instead of the irrefutable force of nature he’d made certain to show me. Yet with every touch, every additional second around him, I was drawn further into his quiet kingdom, hating myself for the very thought.
“I want you and I will have you. Tonight, you’ll beg me for more and I will enjoy every minute of breaking you.”
His words were frank. Not a threat but a statement, a man taking what he longed to have.
What he felt entitled to.
But he would never break me.
My lower lip quivered as he pressed his lips against my cheek, brushing them slowly down to my jaw. When he darted out his tongue, the tip barely touching, creating another wave of wetness between my legs, I couldn’t stop the guttural whimper.
