Page 81 of Guarded

He shoves his fingers hard into me fucking me like an animal. Intervertantly pinching down on my clit. The pressure and pain mix just the way I like it. He’s corrupted my body to crave this.

Pressure builds, and moans fall from my lips, heightening in sync with each brutal thrust of his fingers.

“Ah.” I cry, my pussy throbbing as I ride his hand.

“That’s it, Ari. He may claim you as his girlfriend tonight, but don’t forget who owns this pussy.”

I come with a violent shake as pleasure bursts through my core.

Nero removes his hand and lifts it before my hooded eyes. My body is still riding the aftermath of shock and pleasure. I stare at my arousal, glistening on his fingers before he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.

He moves my limp body to the empty seat in front of me. Grabbing napkins from the bar, he wipes off the cum leaking down my legs. I’m still catching my breath when I feel the limo slowing down. Pulling myself upright, I peek out the window tofind rows of cars stalled in front of us. I slide my feet back into my heels and fix my dress.

“Can you hand me my panties?” I ask, avoiding eye contact with Nero.

“No.”

“What? Nero, I can’t go in there with no panties!” I protest.

“You can, and you will.” He replies arrogantly.

The smug smile on his lips unravels me, but my time to argue with him is limited when the limo stops before the red carpet entrance.

A quiver in my stomach replaces the adrenaline I had felt moments ago. Bright lights from cameras flash and reporters wait patiently outside. Nero gets out first, holding the door open. He stretches his hand out to me. I place my shaking palm in his warm one and let him pull me to my feet.

He squeezes my hand slightly before releasing it, then nods to the red carpet. Fear can’t be seen on my face. I know that, so I pull out the invisible mask. The one equipped with a false sense of confidence.

This was all a show. The Cuevas family picked this location because of the media coverage.

Nero steps to the side, and I look at him for reassurance before I step onto the red carpet. I smile at the cameras and wave.

Perfect daughter, perfect girlfriend, perfect woman.

My role tonight was to convince the world that I was having a private romance with Preston Cuevas and that we were taking our relationship public tonight.

Every episode ofLa Rosa de Guadalupe, my Abuela made me sit through had brought me to this moment. Could I fool the world into thinking I was in love with Preston Cuevas?

I walk methodically down the red carpet, smiling and waving. Then, I turn, put my hand on my hip, and smile again. Reporters swarm from the sidelines when they see me descending the aisle.

“Miss Reyes, you look stunning! What’s the fit for this evening?”

“Balenciaga,” I say sweetly into the microphone before more are shoved in front of me.

“Miss Reyes, can we expect a picture of you and the Congressman?”

“Where is Preston Cuevas?”

“How do you feel about the claims made by Messina?”

I swallow and feel the dark room closing in on me as a crowd forms around me. Question after question is shoved at me. I don’t have time to answer, and anxiety creeps in.

The darkness dissipates when I feel a touch on my lower back. I look up to see Nero’s stoic, cold face, his eyes hidden behind black shades as he guides me forward. Jasper pushes through the crowd in front of us to the restaurant entrance.

Once checked in, we are taken through the main lobby and whisked away to the main dining room, facing a small stage at the front. I spot my parents and push down the massive panic attack that is arising. Plastering a fake smile on my face, I walk toward the figure I recognize coming toward me.

“You’re much more beautiful in person than I realized.” He whispers into my ear. My eyes soften, and I try like hell to look like I’m lusting over him.

In another life, I would consider Preston Cuevas the perfect husband. Tall and lean, with a straight nose and caramel complexion, he looks like a politician through and through.

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