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He licks his fingers before reaching down and touching my entrance. He’s making sure I’m wet enough for him. His fingers are quickly replaced with his dick and I slam my eyes shut.
“I had to use a fucking condom since you had to go and fuck some random piece of trash,” he says against my ear through gritted teeth. “I told you from the start, you would always bemine.”
He keeps talking, but I tune him out.
“Open your fucking eyes, you whore.” Kevin slaps me across the face and my eyes shoot open. The look on his face is demonic. If I believed in such things, I would think he’s possessed. His hand comes to my neck, cutting off my breathing. My heart races in my chest. When I think I’m about to pass out, his hand is gone, and he pulls his dick out. I cough, trying to catch my breath, but I don’t get much time.
“Rollover,” he orders.
As soon as I roll onto my stomach, Kevin slaps my ass. “This is what’s going to bring in the big bucks. This perfect ass.”
Kevin’s fingers rub the inside of my pussy before he slides them out and over my ass. He’s never done this before. My heart is about to pound out of my chest. One of his hands is back in my hair with a tight grip as the tip of his dick is shoved into my ass.
I cry out, but my cries are muffled by the pillow as Kevin holds my head down while he forcefully pumps himself in and out of my ass. Tears are falling, but all they’re doing is making a puddle in the pillow as they have nowhere else to go.
“Oh, shit,” Kevin mutters as his body shudders on top of me. He finally lets go of my hair and pulls himself free of me. I keep my face buried in the pillow. The side of the bed dips as Kevin rolls off it.
“Julio, come get this whore trash and take her to her own room. I’m done with her,” Kevin spits out. I feel his breath against the side of my face. “You are going to make mea lotof money.”
A few seconds later, the bathroom door closes and the shower is turned on. It’s not long before the bedroom door opens and someone is by my side. I force my eyes open as Julio wraps something soft around me. Maybe a blanket or a robe. He picks me up, cradling me like a helpless child and carries me out of the room.
Maria is standing in the hallway waiting for us. She closes the door behind us before leading us to the elevator.
“I’m so sorry,chicita,” Julio whispers.
He’s sorry? Sorry for what?
“I wanted to prevent this from happening, but I haven’t been given the green light to break anyone out yet,” he tells me.
I want to ask him what he means. Ask him if he’s working with Bull and the club. But I can’t muster up the energy.
“It won’t be much longer until you’re away from here and safe,” he adds.
By the time he’s done talking, we’ve arrived at my new appointed room. Maria unlocks the door and walks in, Julio follows.
“Maria will keep you safe until we can get you out of here,” Julio says to me as he lays me on the bed, then leaves.
“I’m going to start you a bath with some special herbs. It’ll help you feel better,” Maria tells me as she disappears into the bathroom. While she does that, I take the time to rest my eyes and end up drifting into a light sleep.
“Athena! Athena!” Maria shakes me awake. There’s a red light flashing in the corner of the room. “Athena, get up and put these clothes on. The building is under attack!”
She shoves some clothes in my hand and ushers me to get up and moving. I slowly stand from the bed, my legs shaking.
“I hate to rush you, but this is urgent.El Jefe’s men will be coming for us any minute to make sure we’re taken to their secure floor,” Maria tells me.
I look at the clothes in my hands.
“No underwear?” I ask her.
“I was in a hurry, so no,” she says with an apologetic shrug.
I slip the robe off my shoulders and carefully step into the jogger sweats she gave me, then slide the shirt over my head. No sooner than I pull my shirt down, the door is slammed open.
“This was unexpected, but could work in our favor,” Julio says as he walks in.
“Put these on.” Maria hands me a pair of Toms. I slip them on my feet and am instantly dragged out of the room.
“What the fuck is going on?” Miguel,El Jefe, roars.
