Page 18 of Punished

“Adrian!” She stands in protest, but I’m already out the door.

I need to get the fuck out of here. I see where she is coming from, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. I never knew what I was expecting in finding her. That I could make her love me. Nothing I did would ever matter to her because I am still the son of a monster. It’s not only her that looks at me like that, either. I see everyone and hear the whispers. They are worried I will be as ruthless as my father. Why not give them what they’re waiting for?

Iam halfway into a bottle of Patrón when I hear a knock on my door. I spent most of the day walking around to clear my mind before stopping by the liquor store. I had several missed calls from Patricio, followed by a text message.

Patricio: We just left. We need to talk when you’re ready.

I take another sip of the liquor and let it burn down my throat. When I open the door, Mireya stands and takes me in. I watch as her eyes observe the darkness in the house. The darkness in me. She takes a step in. That’s her first mistake. She must not have gotten the memo to steer clear of the devil’s bastard. She notices the empty room in the back and looks at me as I take my seat on the couch next to my bottle. Peso Pluma’s version ofFuentes de Ortizblares from the speakers behind me, and I pull out a cigarette as I stare at her.

“I don’t think they allow you to smoke in here.”

“Ask me if I care.”

Her eyes shift, and she nervously scratches her arm. She’s still in her work uniform, but I haven’t been able to get the images of her from last night out of my mind. The way her fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy. Her little moans as I pumped my dick. I want to take her to my bedroom and tie her up so she can never leave me. So, no one can ever leave me again. I stare at her and blow out the smoke in a satisfying exhale.

“Is everything okay?” she whispers, taking in the half empty tequila bottle on my coffee table.

“I don’t know, Mireya. Why don’t you tell me?” I say, giving her a long, hard stare. I am tired of the bullshit games we are playing, tired of trying to figure all this shit out on my own. She had a part in that setup. I want to see if she is willing to own up to it or hide behind a lie. I want to rip all the band-aids off today.

“Maybe we need to talk, Adrian.”

“Great. Let’s start with why you lied and said you were with Bryan the night I got arrested? Or why don’t you tell me why your mother was the last person seen with my mother?” Her eyes shoot toward me and her eyebrows furrow.

“I… didn’t know about my mom.” She rocks back and forth as I stalk closer. My six-foot frame towering over her.

“I had no idea what Bryan was doing that night. I didn’tknow you were involved until it was too late. I was… I was just doing what I was told,” she says, looking up at me, her pouty lips trembling and her eyes searching mine.

“And you’re such a good girl… Do you always do what you’re told?” She backs into the wall and I cage her in. My knuckles tracing along her jawline and slowly grazing down her neck, over her pulse, that familiar vanilla scent overtaking my senses. I let my knuckles roam to her breasts and stroke lazy circles around her nipples. Her eyes shut as she takes in the sensitive touch.

“Do you think I deserved to be punished for something I didn’t do?”

“No,” she says in a raspy breath.

“Do you think you should be punished for lying?” I grab her breast and squeeze it.

She arches her back and whimpers. All fear washes from her face, replaced with something that will damn us both–desire.

I’m staring into Adrian’s eyes. My hands move to the bottom of his shirt, and I lift it over his head. My pulse races as I reach a hand out and run my fingertips over the tattoos covering his bare chest. I lick my lips as I find the hardness of his abs. He sucks in a breath at the delicate touch. My silent response to his question.

Do you think you should be punished for lying?

Maybe I should. Maybe my body has been craving this release. Craving him. He can see it in my eyes. He pushes into me, and I back up into the wall as he slides a hand down the front of my pants. To the throbbing between my legs. He growls into my ear as he places a finger inside of me.Santo Dios.

I go to look away, but he grabs my face, turning my attention back to him. His brown eyes filled withthe same heat as his touch.

“Eyes on me.”

I stare back at him, and he adds another finger. I adjust as he stretches me, thrusting his fingers inside. My breathing picks up with the movement. I can hear the wetness, and my pussy clamps around him, begging him to stay there. I’m on the edge of letting the sensation overtake me when he pulls his fingers out.

His eyes stay locked on me as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on my arousal. I’m frozen in place as I watch him. He removes his fingers and uses them to nudge my lips open.

“Taste how wet you are for me.”

My lips part, and I stick my tongue out as he glides his fingers in. I close my mouth around them as I taste myself. His fingers fill my mouth, and I moan around them.

“Good girl.” Those two words gasoline to the flames in my heart. My tongue chases after the taste of his fingers, and I lick my lips when he removes them from my mouth. He wraps a hand around my throat, and my hands move to his.

“Take off your clothes.” His tone is authoritative and rough as he releases me. My hands shake at his intense glare. I pull down my pants and remove my shirt. There is something intoxicating about the way he is looking at me.He hisses in approval as I stand before him in my black lace bra and thong.

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