AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She nods silently, a tear falling down her cheek. I release my hand from her mouth and pull a lever, dropping the back seat, giving myself more space to move. I grab her legs and pull them apart. She is not wearing underwear.
I tug my belt off, pulling my pants open to free my throbbing cock. Her eyes grow wide at the sight of me, and she tries to shift up the seat, away from my cock, so I grab her throat, leaning down hard, watching her eyes water. I press my cock against her pussy and thrust hard into her. Her body jolts, and a silent cry falls from her lips.
I run my hand over her naked breasts, ignoring the torn remains of her dress as I thrust into her. All of my anger and frustration and buried emotion all come pouring out of me. Every time, I thrust harder and harder. I feel her sobbing beneath me, and it only drives me deeper into her.
I release her throat to grab a handful of her hair, pulling her face away from me as I explode into her, my cock pulsing and my body shaking with adrenalin.
I lay on top of her, pinning her beneath me, while I catch my breath. Then I lift myself off her and sit on the seat next to her while she scrambles away from me. I pull my pants closed and toss a wad of cash at her.
“Get the fuck out.”
She grabs the money and I can see she is about to scream at me until she looks down and realizes how much cash she is holding. Her lips smear into a dark grin.
“I said get the fuck out.”
Clutching her arms across her chest, she tries to cover herself; her dress, now little more than tatters, offers no protection. And just like that, she vanishes from my life.
I wake up with a hangover and confusion. It is still dark; I'm still dressed. I pull myself off the bed to locate my phone. It is ringing and I don't know how long it has been ringing for.
I squint at the screen but don’t recognize the number. All I know is that the area code is New York.
“Hello.” My voice sounds rough. My throat is dry.
“Is this Antonio?” A woman’s voice.
“Who is this?”
“My name is Rebecca.”
“What do you want, Rebecca?”
“Antonio, I'm your father’s sister. His younger sister.”
My heart stops beating for a moment.
“Are you still there?” she asks.
“I'm here.”
I stand up, walking through to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. I need to push away this foggy hangover. The shock of her introduction has woken me up fully, though.
“I know this must be a bit of a surprise to hear from me. I always knew about you. Your father didn't even know that I knew. I'm sure you have heard of his passing by now. The funeral was this morning.”
“I'm aware.” I don’t know what to say; I have so many thoughts running through me.
“The thing is, I want to meet you, and I'm flying to Hong Kong in a couple of days. Are you able to meet with me?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation.
“Lovely. I'm so looking forward to it. Family is important. I'm going to call you when I arrive.”
“I'll wait to hear from you, then.”
I end the call with a surge of excitement, tainted because this might be a trap.
It could be an attempt to murder my father’s only son, to end his bloodline; it could be anything. I don’t know. But I know it is worth the risk. I have questions, and I want answers.
5
