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He was mastering her, showing her that he could do anything he wanted to her, whether it was to cause pain or pleasure. He could give her the world and he could take it away just as easily. While he wreaked havoc on her body, he devastated her mind. As long as she knew he was capable of doing this to her, attacking her, forcing her pleasure against her will, she would never be his equal partner. She would always be just a woman.

He twisted his fingers inside her. She cried out as his knuckles dug into her sending sparks of pain radiating through her ass. But as quick as the pain came, it receded and was replaced by an equally unbearable pleasure. He pressed his thumb into her pussy, until he was hooking her in both holes. The pressure was so intense she didn’t know which way was up. She was so far past fighting him, she was now just trying to survive what he was doing to her. She covered her face with her hand, trying to at least visually block him out.

“Look at me,” he demanded. She moved her hand without thinking. She wouldn’t defy him now, not while he had complete control over her. His fingers picked up a rhythm that made everything within her focus on that precious orgasmic point. Her salvation. To fly into oblivion, away from him. “You will not take your eyes off me when you come.”

She stared up at him, watching his hard, implacable face while he forced the forbidden on her. Drove her higher and higher. She tipped her head back, but kept her eyes glued to him as her orgasm screamed towards her.

“Who is your master?” His voice was harsh.

She bit her lip and shook her head, refusing to give him what he wanted. Suddenly the pressure in her anal passage increased. She didn’t know what he did, was beyond being able to follow his movements, but the shift sent her soaring higher. Higher than she thought possible. She thought she would shatter, that her heart would stop from this sexual torture he was playing out on her. He was going to kill her with sex.

“Who do you obey?” he asked, his voice a guttural snarl.

She couldn’t take any more. “You!” she screamed as she hurtled over the edge of her orgasm. He didn’t let her enjoy it though, he kept pumping his fingers, demanding more from her.

“Say my name!”

“Sotza!” she yelled, tears leaking.

He moved his hand to her throat and squeezed, just shy of choking her. “Again,” he demanded, pulling his fingers from her ass and lining his cock up.

“Please,” she begged him, sobbing, not even knowing what she was begging for. She was terrified that he was going to enter her anally and tear her to shreds. But a dark part of her wanted him to. Wanted that magnificent pressure to come back.

“My name!” he shouted from above her.

“Isaac Sotza!” she yelled back. He thrust into, taking her vaginally. Relief and pleasure shot through her sending her soaring.

“Again,” he growled hovering over her. A bead of sweat fell from his forehead onto her cheek.

“Isaac Sotza!” she screamed, digging her fingernails into whatever piece of flesh she could reach.

“Who owns you, Elvira Sotza?”

“Isaac Sotza…” She sobbed. She would have promised him the world in that moment.

His fingers tightened around her throat, cutting off her ability to breathe. She didn’t care. In fact, she was so caught up in the moment, drugged with endorphins that her lack of breath pushed her higher toward the intense peak she was desperately seeking. Her mouth opened in a wordless cry of ecstasy, she pressed her knees into his sides, cradling him, taking each brutal thrust and silently begging for more.

He lowered his face until it was inches from her own and watched her, his wild dark eyes holding hers captive as he fucked her with a brutality that was exciting, erotic, terrifying. She didn’t know if she would survive, blackness dotted her vision and she felt helpless to do anything but take the savagery he was forcing on her. She felt his cock grow bigger inside her as he neared his own release, as he drove her toward another exhilarating peak. She tried to gasp for breath, but nothing came out.

Just as he slammed into her one last time, releasing his tight grip on her neck and forcing a shattering orgasm from her, he lowered his lips and growled into her ear, “Mi esposa. Hasta la muerte.”

My wife. Until death.

Chapter Thirty-Six

“She’s planning something.”

Mateo had asked for this meeting. Was giving Sotza a complete picture of Vee’s movements for the week. Since meeting Vee in person, getting to know her intelligence and cunning, Mateo had more respect for her. Was more willing to babysit a woman. It certainly didn’t hurt that her daughter was a stunning, younger version. And the two women spent a lot of time together.

“Explain,” Sotza said, sitting back in his chair and watching the younger man coldly.

Mateo didn’t sit. He rarely sat down unless invited to dinner at the main house. He was energetic, athletic and driven. Sotza suspected he also wasn’t conformable enough to settle easily around his boss. Sotza didn’t have a problem with his subordinates feeling ill at ease around him. It indicated healthy respect.

“She’s watching the security rotations with more than passing interest and asking questions.”

“That is her right as my wife and mistress of my property. If she were to see a fault in my security I would expect corrective action to be taken immediately.” Sotza placed a hand on the desk. The one with his wedding band.

Mateo’s eyes flickered to the plain gold band. He pushed forward, despite the subtle warning. “No, she’s not complaining about security. She’s filing the information away in that sharp brain of hers. She’s definitely planning something, and I don’t like it.”

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