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“Let them see,” I grin. “Let them see how vulnerable and beautiful you are.”
She and I stare at each other for a few seconds before she finally turns over on her desk, scattering stationery off it. She’s on all fours, pressed against the window. I glimpse her breasts squished against the glass and then raise her front a little, lowering her rear. I guide my now hard again dick into her, and I instantly start to fuck her. I want us both to come this time.
“Mig…Miguel, someone is watching,” she whimpers, her hands on the frame of the window.
I look over her shoulder. It looks like a professor is standing below. He’s standing by a tree, his hand in his pocket. I grin and move harder. “Your pussy is so good.”
“Miguel,” Kira cries out, “fuck me harder.”
I move faster, and I feel her clench around me. I grab her hair and pull her head back. She cries out, and I glance down at the professor, who is clearly being entertained.
I slow down and then thrust hard, and she cries out. I thrust again, harder. She cries out again. I do this four or five times before my dick can’t take it anymore, and I bury myself inside her, releasing a stream of hot cum.
I reach a finger around her and toy with her clit until she’s clenching around my dick again, shaking violently. Another stream of liquid. I didn’t know she was such a squirter. It’s a massive turn-on for me. I love satisfying her.
The professor is gone now, so I gently slip out of her, pick her up and place her on the bed. I spoon her and kiss her head.
“That was hot,” she breathes. “So fucking hot. I’ve never…I’ve never gushed like that before.”
“I’m so pleased I could please you,” I murmur, kissing her bare shoulder.
Present Day
I throw my glass across the room and into the wall. Jarred comes in to check on me, but I snap at him, “Fuck off.”
He leaves, and I stare at the mirror opposite me.
I wish these thoughts would go away just as easily.
Chapter 19 - Kira
I’m let out of my room again in the morning, but I have breakfast alone. Miguel is nowhere to be found, and I dare not try his office again. I’ve discovered my new guard is Lyle, Jarred’s brother, and they are both Miguel’s cousins.
He follows me downstairs and into the living room. He stands at the door while I curl up on the sofa, turning on the television. It’s still on the Spanish drama channel I left it on the other day, and I just try to vegetate on the sofa, trying not to think of anything. I can’t help it, though—the thought of Raphael being confused and sad that I’m not there is too much for me to bear.
Tears fill my eyes, and I sniff, trying to keep them at bay. I wipe furiously at my eyes, but they keep falling until I start sobbing, first quietly, then louder. I just want to hold my son in my arms and make sure he is taken care of. It’s all I’ve wanted from the day I found out I was pregnant, and no one, not Miguel or my father, could stop me.
I hear the front door open and close.
“What happened?” I hear Miguel’s voice.
“I don’t know, she came here and was watching a show, and then she started sobbing.”
I hear footsteps and look up, the tears streaming down my face.
“What’s wrong?” Miguel demands to know. “Did one of my men hurt you?”
He is such a fucking idiot. I stand up angrily and push past him and Lyle. I continue to sob as I hurry upstairs to my room. I slam the door after me and dive into the bed, sobbing heartily into my pillow.
The door creaks open and then shuts.
“Kira, what happened?” Miguel asks again. “Who hurt you?”
“Who hurt me?” I shriek, scrambling to get up. “Who hurt me?” I shriek again.
I start punching his chest. “You fucking kidnapped me, Miguel. You took me out of my life, a life I was just getting back, and you took me as a hostage. What do you want with me? What good am I to you? What is so important that you had to kidnap me?”
“You think I wanted you?” he roars at me, stopping my tears. “I wanted the Sorvino sister so I could negotiate better territories for my family, and instead, I got you. The one person I had hoped I would never lay eyes on again. Do you want to know what I want? I want you to go back from wherever it is you ran off to and fucking stay there while I make things better for my family. I have treated you fucking well. My hostages are beaten and tortured, not housed and fed at my estate where they can relax on my furniture.”
