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I want to say I’m relieved it was Dex who touched me and not the others, but I’m not. Just because I’m attracted to him, doesn’t give him the right to take what I didn’t offer.
Still, I can’t help feeling irrationally that he won’t hurt me like the other men will.
They were all dangerous, dressed top to toe in black, and were snarling in revolting ways at me as they touched themselves. Now they’re gone, and I’m alone with Dex once more.
I’m shaking, not sure what is going to happen next.
I’m a virgin, yes, but I’ve seen Todd’s cock. After our weekly Monday dinner, he drives me home and occasionally makes me stroke him until he comes. It never goes any further, and he won’t let me use my mouth. I’ve tried.
It’s confusing - like he’s playing with me.
Well, except he never touches me. If you don’t count the way he grabs my face and licks grossly over my mouth. I know he’s controlling and that I should talk to my parents, but then I hear my mother saying,be a good girl and make your daddy proud.
When she voiced that she wasn’t sure about the engagement when they had their party a few years ago, her mom had audibly gasped.Isabelle, do not say such things. You and Todd are meant for each other. A canceled engagement will bring shame to both our families. Do you want to upset your father?
No. I didn’t.
I’m sorry, Mom. I’m just nervous, and he’s demanding.
You do not want a weak man. Listen to what he says and remember the world you belong to. Not all girls your age come from the same money you do. Have fun and have your friends, then when you settle down, you will be a good wife. He will look after you.
Part of me wanted to scream that it’s not how the world works anymore, but that wasn’t true. In some social circles and parts of the world, that’s exactly how things worked.
Mom had gone on to tell me how grateful I should be that I’d never have to worry about putting food on the table, paying for health care, or being homeless.
I did know.
Or maybe I didn’t.
I’d grown up in a fancy penthouse in Manhattan and had every luxury one could have.
The private jet I’d flown on to Mexico wasn’t my first. My last destination was far happier than being kidnapped by the cartel.
Of which Dex was one of them.
I stare at the bare-chested man with arms like tree trunks and a scattering of sexy tattoos, thinking he looks more like a warrior than a scum of the earth gangster.
Maybe it's because he’s American.
“Come,” Dex says, reaching out his hand.
I want to spit at him, but I’m a mess, so I grab his forearm to steady my shaky legs and realize he’s almost made me orgasm twice.
Embarrassment slices through me.
But there’s a greater issue at hand. Dex thinks we are returning to his room to have sex. I can’t let that happen. But how am I going to stop him?
Worse, I don’t want him to stop. I’m desperate to come, and that makes me just as bad as him.
One of the evil men steps back into the room and rips a jacket off the back of a chair.
“I am looking forward to my turn. Don’t damage her.” He laughs.
“No promises.” Dex grins, then drags me back to his room.
When the door closes, he releases me and lets out a string of curses. Then he turns, and it’s like he’s taken off a mask.
“Are you okay?” Dex asks with what sounds like genuine concern as he threads his fingers through his thick, dark hair.
