His full lips mold to mine, his tongue tangles with my own, dancing erotically along the length, and I suck him into my mouth, my teeth grazing the flesh, which draws out a deep growl from him.
Victor steps back, his eyes burning with desire. He shakes his head before ensuring there’s more space between us, and it’s only then do I see his hands fisted at his sides.
“Do you want to kill me?” I ask what I’ve been wondering since I first laid eyes on him. “I know I’m the payment for my father’s indiscretions, but I feel as if something has changed.”
“Don’t expect love from me, juguete. I may have feelings for you, but it will never be love.” His body is rigid. A bomb waiting to be detonated, and I wonder if it were to explode if we would all be pulled into the aftermath.
“I never asked you to love me, I asked if you were going to kill me,” I bite out, frustration turning my mouth sassy. Victor’s gaze darkens even more, not the color, but the expression, turning him from a handsome man to a villain.
The distance between us disappears when he nears me. I step back in shock at the way his mouth twists into a sneer. “Would you like me to kill you, juguete? Be careful what you wish for because I can make your dreams come true.”
“I told you once, and I’ll certainly tell you again, I’m not afraid of death.” My voice is hard, testing the restraint he’s clearly holding onto, and for a second, I see him calm, but then my stupidity takes hold and I taunt him once more. “Nothing you do scares me anymore.”
He grips my shoulders harshly, spinning me around, so my back is flush against his front. The mirror before us reflects a couple getting ready for a night out on the town, but it’s a lie. His hands land on my ass, then they lower to the hemline of my dress as he shoves it up over my hips.
“Hold your fucking dress,” he grits through clenched teeth. I don’t argue, I obey. He smirks when I do, and then his hands are on my panties, shoving them down to my thighs, and he kicks my legs wide. “If you move, I’ll cut you open and watch you bleed while I stroke my dick. Am I understood?” he warns, but I know he won’t do that. Somehow, deep in my gut, I know he won’t.
I nod.
He shuffles his slacks. The tip of his cock slides between my thighs, against my pussy, and the motion makes me bite my lip to keep the whimper from falling from my mouth. He jerks his hips, fucking himself against me.
I watch in the mirror as he uses me like a fuck toy. That’s what I am to him, his juguete. And I’ll never be anything else. That’s what he’s trying to tell me with his actions. But when he lifts his dark eyes, there’s something else flickering in them. A candle of emotion that steals my breath.
His expression is pained pleasure. His hands hold onto my hips, and I’m sure he’s going to leave bruises, which is exactly what he’s trying to do. He wants me to remember I’m his. His body locks, and I feel the stickiness of him coating my body.
When he stills, he opens his eyes and meets mine in the mirror. “Pull your panties up, you’ll wear my cum on your cunt all night, and when we get back here tonight after the party, I’m going to take your ass.”
I do as he says, as he puts himself back into his slacks. Once we’re both presentable, he pulls me alongside him as we make our way out to the car. I notice that Javier isn’t with us, but I don’t ask him about it.
I’ve angered him enough for tonight. The wetness of him mingles with mine, and it’s almost as if I can smell his masculine scent on me. He wanted everyone to know I’m his, and he’s done so in the most erotic way I’ve ever experienced.
The silence in the car hangs heavily between us. His tense muscles brush against mine as the car drives through the potholed streets. We pull up to the edge of the beach ten minutes later. Upon exiting the vehicle, Victor pulls me beside him, ensuring I’m almost hidden in the crook of his arm.
The beach is full of people who are dancing, drinking, and talking. There are so many women, most of them stare at Victor as we pass by, but he doesn’t even offer them a glance. I don’t know if it’s because of me, or if he really has no interest in them.
We make our way up to a fabric beach cabana, and when the curtains open, I gasp when I see the man inside waiting for us. Guillermo, my father’s best friend. He looks like he’s having the time of his life while my father is locked up in a dungeon.