25. Diego
CHAPTER 25
DIEGO
She screams the way I like it, her body collides with mine, and I’m hot all over. Furiously angry, ready to fight, fuck, whatever opportunity presents itself first.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I demand as my back hits the wall, and I bring her with.
How the fuck do I win with this girl? After what I pulled at the theater, she was supposed to be a sobbing mess, but instead, she’s hopping around as if she has no worries in the world.
Those pictures of her were never meant to be seen by anyone. It killed me to sit back, knowing people were looking at something that belonged to me and only me, yet I let it happen. This was meant to humiliate her, but if she’s not upset, it means all I did was torture myself.
Will my final plans even hurt her? Will she even care when her father finally pays?
It doesn’t seem like it. It doesn’t seem like I have anything left to affect her, and the fact that I’m the most powerful man in the city means nothing in the face of this snooty, unbreakable little heiress.
“I’m not going anywhere, you fucking nutjob. I was eating a donut.”
She has the nerve to sound offended. I should beat her ass black and blue for thinking she could leave that theater without my say-so. I sent her there to be punished, not run off and eat her sorrows away with fucking donuts.
“Who said you deserved a fucking donut?”
It works like magic. The color drains from her cheeks, and she goes utterly still. I’m waiting for an explosion next, but tears fill her eyes instead.
“Why? Is it because I’m fat too?” she shouts. “After everything, I’m fucking fat too?”
What the hell?
For a moment, I’m completely bewildered. Where did that come from? Yes, Maeve talks a lot about donuts, cakes, and whatnot, but I assumed she was lying. Girls like her are always on one stupid diet or another. Especially the ballerinas. But if she doesn’t care what she eats, I definitely don’t give a flying fuck.
Christ, knowing she’s not buying into this starving bullshit is probably the only decent thing about her. And of all the things wrong with Maeve, her body is definitely not on the list.
“You’re crazy if you think I have a problem with your body,” I tell her. “I meant that you’re a poorly behaved little bitch, who just had your whole ballet company look at your delicious tits, and you’re not getting a reward for that.”
Her eyes soften for a second, but then they harden again. “You made them look.”
I tip my head to the side. “Are you sure?”
She opens her mouth to argue, but my hands roam over her body, silencing her. I touch her curves, fucking shocked she could ever think such a thing. I displayed her nudity to humiliate and debase her, not because I thought her naked body was something to laugh at. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and that wouldn’t change if she gained some weight either. It’s her shape that’s so killer, the swell of that ass.
“You’re so fucking perfect and sexy I can’t keep my hands off you,” I growl in her ear, pushing her forward until her face is resting against the opposite alley wall. It’s an extremely tight space, no more than three and a half or four feet.
“Let me eat my donuts, then.”
I growl as I push her cheek into the brick and start to work my hands into her pants.
“No. You left your damn rehearsal, and I didn’t know where you were,” I say as I shove my fingers roughly inside her, so desperate to penetrate her I can’t wait to get her pants all the way down her legs. “Because I’ve been feeling like shit since I let you go knowing what was waiting for you, and when you came back, you didn’t even have the decency to cry.”
It sounds like a joke to my ears too. I crave her body, her reactions, and her tears. She cries now as I work a third finger inside her and stretch her past her limits.
“Put your hands out,” I demand as I pull my cock out of my pants. She’s going to comply or get her face fucked into the brick wall, and I don’t give a shit which way it goes as long as she’s around me.
My piercings sting in the cold. Spring is coming, but today is unseasonably chilly. I rub myself against her cunt, playing in her wetness, teasing her.
“Why should I cry?” she asks me just before I enter her. “Why should I give you what you want when you’re never going to give me anything I want?”
She’s insane if she thinks that’s true. “You’ve already taken more from me than you deserve,” I tell both of us.
I push deep inside her, not caring how my piercings forcefully shove their way through her insides.
“You want my cock, and I give it to you all the time,” I say in her ear.
She moans so loudly that if anyone walks past, they’ll hear. Anyone can look down and see her, but I don’t tell her to be quiet, nor do I care to cover her mouth. Shit, I hope she screams loud enough everyone in this town hears it. I hope her little dancer friends and whoever else was in that theater hears and comes to watch her pushing her ass against my cock.
Mine. Mine. Mine. I chant to myself as I fuck her. No one is going to look at her again. No one will ever touch her. This is my pussy, my ass, my fucking wife, and I will never let her go again. I’ll kill her before I let her go. I’ll die inside her because she makes me insane.
“This is mine.” I speak my thoughts out loud, and my balls draw up as the absurd pleasure of having her around me pulses behind my eyes. “That’s why my name is on your neck. Every part of you is mine.”
My hand finds her throat, and I squeeze it in a reminder that her life is mine. Everything about her is mine, and I need her to understand that. It’s a hunger I can no longer contain.
“Say it.”
“Yours,” she agrees, and my knees go weak. “If you’ll be nice to me, I’ll do anything you want, Diego, absolutely anything.”
The idea of her being agreeable and subservient around my cock every minute of the day appeals to me on so many levels. If I’m being perfectly honest, the idea of being soft with her isn’t bad either. She’s so fucking good, so plush, I’d like to know what it’s like to lie with the expanse of her body beside me.
My cock nudges her cervix, my piercings playing with her G-spot, and she’s getting closer to an orgasm. I’m torn. I want to make her come because I dream of the way her pussy will milk my cock, but that will throw off the balance of power. I’m ready to treat her a little better, but she’s still a pawn. She’s not my equal. Her orgasm will send the wrong message.
“Don’t come,” I tell her, adding pressure to my hand over her throat so I know she understands.
She’s not surprised and nods quickly as my orgasm seizes me. This time, I don’t pull out. I spill deep inside her, feeling how good it is to empty my balls inside Maeve.
When I pull out of her, a thick smear of cum drips down her leg, and she doesn’t fight it. She just picks up her pants and covers her ass.
I know I make her hungry. She’s begging to come with me, but right now, it’s the only thing I have. I lost the reins of this entire thing. I can’t give anything else.
She turns to me with a hopeful expression. “Does that mean you’re done punishing me? Does that mean as long as I behave, I’m done paying?”
I nod at her, and with a smile that could open the heavens, the impossible happens, and Maeve jumps willingly into my arms.