Page 34 of Defy

“I was. Now I’m back.”

And apparently my name still means something.

Good to know.

Twelve

A LOT OF MEN ARE EAGER to get to the fucking. They go for the low-hanging fruit so-to-speak, grabbing relentlessly and clumsily at boobs and pussy. What most guys don’t know is that the crease at the base of a woman’s ass, right where her ass meets her thigh, is usually extremely sensitive. And it just so happens that part of my waitress is exposed directly in front of my face as we climb the stairs to the private room. I trail my fingers along this sensitive skin and watch for her reaction. I can feel Luis’s eyes on me from the floor below.

Rosalita has to stop climbing for a second as she grips the railing on either side of her with both hands and her legs shake, confirming my earlier suspicions.

She’d let me fuck her senseless and leave her in a puddle on the floor.

I unlock the door and usher her inside. It’s quiet in here with the soundproofing in the walls blocking the noise from the floor below.

Necessary since I’m sure fucking isn’t the only activity conducted in here and people panic when they hear gunshots… or screams.

The lights are on, but dim. The dark walls and stainless-steel appliances in the kitchen give it an intimate feel. There is a faux window with white curtains on the wall, oddly making the mini apartment feel like a home. Soft music is being piped in from somewhere. Perhaps to calm the unfortunate souls who lose their lives up here. There are only two rooms in this “apartment” but it doesn’t feel claustrophobic. The room we’re in is for negotiations andotheractivities. A long couch, two oversized arm chairs, and a small dining table with four chairs is in the open space. In the back, behind a locked door, I know there to be a “wasting room”. No decorations, no paint on the cinderblock walls, and a drain in the center of the floor for easy cleanup. I try not to spend too much time on that and focus instead on the room in front of me.

The mini bar is fully stocked but I have just the right amount of buzz from my first drink and I left my second one downstairs - which I won’t touch.

I offer something to Rosalita who should probably decline because she’s working, but doesn’t because she thinks she’s about to get railed by a six-foot-three monster with a two by four as a dick.

She’s not that far off on size assumptions but there won’t be any fucking in here tonight. At least, not by me.

I pour the bottle with ease. Amazed at how quickly the human body can repair itself after a gunshot wound. As I hand her the drink I tell her, “I’ll pay you well to act like I fucked you hard in here.”

Her confusion is loud and clear on her features before anger starts to set in. She thinks I’m messing with her.

I’m not an idiot. I asked Luis for cash beforehand just for this occasion, wanting to make sure my intentions were no secret. I give her the equivalent of a thousand U.S. dollars and her eyes go wide as I gently grab her chin.

“Anyone asks, I fucked your brain out up here, got it?”

She nods, eyes wide with fear and still probably a little lust.

“I mean it, Rosalita. You sell this shit like your life depends on it because mine does.”

“Si, entiendo, señor.”Yes, I understand, sir.

She immediately sets about smearing her lipstick and messing up her hair. I hold a hand up when she starts to unbutton her shirt. Didn’t we just cover this?

“Watch,” she says as she begins to rebutton her shirt, purposefully getting the buttons off by one, making it look like she got dressed in a hurry. She goes over to the sink as I continue watching. “Come here,” she demands, putting a small amount of water on her fingers. “You have a reputation, Dominic. If I’m not out of breath and sweating when I go down those stairs, no one is going to believe you touched me.”

She wets the hair at the nape of my neck, my forehead, and base of my throat. Her breathing falters as she touches me before she turns to do the same to herself. The look on her face is perfect, because she isn’t acting. Her parted lips and dilated pupils are enough to sell this so to keep them in place a while longer, I grab her by the back of her neck and kiss her hard. There is no hesitant seeking, only dominance and control in the kiss. She allows my tongue to sweep across her open mouth with no argument before I pull back and gently bite her bottom lip. I tug on her hair hard enough to elicit a groan while also cupping her ass and pulling her against me with my other hand.

When I end the kiss, she’s panting for real. With her eyes still closed and her fingers clutching my shirt she says, “Dios mio. Quién te enseño a besar?”My God. Who taught you how to kiss?

I let out a low laugh and whisper in her ear. “Una bruja.”A witch.

After we descend the stairs, Rosalita passes our table and makes a show of wiping the corner of her mouth in front of Camila and tells Luis, “I’ll have your drink right out.” She still sounds breathless and looks dazed.

Luis holds his fist up for me to bump with my own as I sit down on the couch next to him, dragging a hand across the back of my neck to bring attention to the moisture there. “Welcome back, Dom,” he says with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I knew you’d come around.”

Meanwhile Camila flashes me a dark look full of possession. “You’re a pig,” she finally says with a deceptively sweet smile on her face.

“Don’t worry, there’s enough for everyone.” I wink at her before looking up and seeing something else I need to tend to. “Excuse me, I need the restroom.”

It was a strategic exit. I saw a familiar face enter the restroom first.

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