“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.