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“I…”
“Now!” he bellows, and I twist a little to reach my hand backward.
“Goddamn,mi reina. You have me so worked up. It’s only going to take a second to come all over you.” He releases my hair and takes hold of my hand, forcing me to touch his hardness.
“Stroke it or I’ll shove it in your tight little asshole. I told you you’d beg me to fuck you before I slide deep into that pussy.”
Vincent wraps his hand around mine and moves us back and forth along his hardness. “Eyes on my cock. Don’t let them close.”
Using my free hand, I push myself off the bed to look back at him. I tremble, wondering why I’m not as disgusted by this as I should be. There’s a small part of me that wants to dig my fingers into him, but I squirm. True to his word, he doesn’t last long before jets of white goo hit my bottom.
Rubbing it into me as it spurts out, Vincent looks at me. I can feel that animalistic stare but before I can say anything, he growls at me. “This ass is mine,mi reina. Don’t forget that.”
Not waiting for me to move, he yanks me off the bed and pulls up my panties. I’m too confused to fight him. He’s going to take my virginity, eventually. Right now, I’m not ready to accept it or have it forcefully taken from me, so I’m going to be good.
“You’ll wear my cum on you while you get pampered. The hairdresser should be here any second.”
His clean hand caresses my face, and he tilts my chin upward, so I have to look at him. I wonder how my brother could trade his life for mine with this monster. “Come. Only I am allowed in your room. You’ll meet the team downstairs in the living room.”
I don’t know what to say, so I shrug. “Ok.”
Vincent takes my hand, and as we walk, I feel his sperm hardening on my butt. My thighs sting, but I say nothing. No, I’m too busy trying to figure out how to rescue Espresso and leave here. I’m homeless, but I am sure I can get one of my friends from college to help me out.
The women have been with me for hours and I’m tired. They have cut my hair to my shoulders and lowlights are in it now. I liked my hair the way it was. Johanna, the manicurist, said everything would grow on me. I hate it. My nails have French tips and my toenails match. Makeup done and, to be honest, I feel like a hooker. I can’t stand red lipstick. There’s no reason for any of this.
I look in the mirror, I’m trying to find myself. All I see is what Vincent wants. Taking a deep breath in, I move to the rollaway closet and close my eyes. The stylist put all the dresses in there and I don’t like them. They are fancy and I have no need for them. She’s already coordinated the dresses with my bras and panties. If you can consider those strings of fabric panties.
“Where are my pants and blouses?”
“Mr. Davide told me to bring dresses only.” The woman seems awfully snooty.
“Well, I’m your client, right?”
The woman’s perfectly arched brow rises, and she looks at me sternly. “You are, but Mr. Davide is the one that’s paying the bill. You’ll get what he wants you to have.” She looks at me and gives me an evil grin. “Besides, all his whores get the same treatment.”
“Alright.”
That’s all I say. I could tell her I’m not a whore but what good will that do? She’s already made her mind up about me. Selecting a blue dress, I walk behind the makeshift curtain and put the dress on. It fits perfectly, and it’s beautiful, but this isn’t me.
“Where is she?” Vincent demands, and I sink into myself.
“She’s behind the curtain. She’s a wretched girl who doesn’t appreciate the dresses.”
I’m going to be in trouble, it seems. What a horrible woman! I step out from behind the curtain and look at Vincent. “Not that I don’t like dresses, this is—”
He’s livid. “This is not what we discussed.” He turns to the woman, and she trembles. “Get out.” He points at her, and she flees.
He comes to me and touches my hair. I try hard not to step back. “They’ve done more than I asked. I told them to cut your hair, not put dye in it.Fuck.You look beautiful, but this is not what I fucking told them.”
His words make me feel better. Maybe… maybe he didn’t want to change me?
Chapter Six
Vincent
Fuck!I should have stayed here and made sure they did what I wanted. The way Aribella won’t meet my eyes gives me all the answers I need. I know there is something about this that has to do with more than the dress and hair.
“Mi reina, look at me.” My voice comes out in a harsh whisper, and I watch as her lower lip trembles.
