Page 21 of Punished

“I don’t know. There must be a reason she never told us, and we need to leave it at that.”

We finish our tacos and write out a grocery list for the week. I’m walking back to the hospital trying to piece together what she told me. I wish Thalia could trust us as much as we trust her. She genuinely cares about what we are going through and wants to help us in any way she can. That’s one reason I trust her so much, because I know, at the end of the day, she will be there for me. I’ll never forget the day her dad died, and she told me she felt so relieved. I could only imagine what happened to make someone happy to see their own father dead.

I’m walking around, doing maintenance in a few of the rooms, when I see Bryan walk in. Thalia had messaged me earlier to let me know he was going to be here, but I wasn’t sure if I would actually see the motherfucker. He’s wearing a suit and walking like a stick’s been shoved up his ass, his hair combed to the side. I laugh to myself. He’s changed, but not by much. He still looks like the samehijo de papihe’s always been. The golden boy living off Mommy and Daddy’s fortune. I watch as he meets his parents in the lobby, and they walk together to the event venue.

The venue has several doors you can use as an entrance. I peek through one and watch as Enrique shows them around the place. I get closer, so I can hear what they’re saying, but just as I move to another entrance, I realize I’m not the only one trying to spy. Mireya is hidingbehind one of the doors, and she looks nervous as she tries to listen in.

Rage washes over me. Why the hell is she still concerned with what Bryan is doing? I walk over and she looks up when she hears my footsteps. She backs away from the door and walks toward me.

“Adrian. What are you doing here?”

“I work here. What exactly are you doing here?” I cross my arms over my chest and wait for her reply.

“I was just looking for Enrique.”Lies.

“I’m sure he’s in here,” I say and walk toward the door, but she stands in front of me.

“No. It’s okay. I’ll find him later.”

“What don’t you want me to see?”

“It’s nothing,” she says, as she starts that nervous habit of playing with her bracelet. I wrap my hand around her throat as I push her into the wall.

“Are you lying? You know you get punished for lying,” I growl.

There’s something about the way her pulse beats beneath my hand. Her eyes bulge as I tighten my grip, and she shakes her head furiously as a whimper escapes her mouth.

I drag her down the hall to a utility closet. I was just in there, so I know it’s empty, and if I’m lucky, there are ropes.

“What are you doing?” she asks once I close the doorbehind us and lock it.

“Why? Are you afraid of me?”

“No.” She bites her bottom lip. “I know you would never hurt me. At least not intentionally.”

“Really?” I watch her hands wrap around the stacked shelves behind her, using them for support, as I stalk closer to her. “Let’s try this again,” I say. “Why were you spying on Bryan? And don’t lie to me.”

Her eyes widen. I’m inches from her, standing toe to toe, and I can hear her breathing accelerate.

“I was just curious to see what he and Diana were planning for the engagement party.”

“Fuck Diana and Bryan.” I laugh maniacally at the thought. These two found paradise in bringing me down. The fucking audacity. At first, I’m pissed that they found happiness while I was in jail, but then something comes over me when I think Mireya might actually be jealous it’s not her marrying Bryan.

“And you’re jealous it’s not you and the golden boy getting married?”

She shakes her head, but I’m not focused on her denial. I’m focused on her breathing and the way my body is reacting to her.

I slowly let my mouth graze against her jawline and down her neck.

“Adrian.” She lets out a small moan, her eyes aligned with mine. They radiate with the same fiery lust.

“I’m going to devour every inch of you. I’m going to have you screaming my name, and when I’m done, you won’t remember anyone’s name but mine.”

I pull her shirt up and rip off her bra. When her breasts fall out, I grab them. She’s always been blessed in that department. Her tits are big and perky, and right now, they are all mine. I squeeze her nipple and she whimpers.

I grab the other nipple and pinch it. She whimpers again, but arches her back when I pull away. She wants more. The other night, when I was spanking her, she wanted more, too.

“Do you like when I punish you, diosa?” I bring my mouth down to her nipple and let my tongue circle over it.

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