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Crying out, I collapse onto the bed, no longer able to hold myself up. Mateo continues to fuck me until he comes with a shout, gripping my hips and holding me tightly against him. “Fuck,” he groans. His hips flex one last time, and I feel every spasm of his cock as he releases into me.

I lay there, unmoving, trying to catch my breath as he plants kisses up my spine. That was…incredible. Just like the first time but better. How is that even possible? If it keeps getting better, I’ll never be able to tell him no. I’ll never be able to resist him…or his monster cock and talented tongue.

Mateo slowly pulls out of me as I groan in frustration, hiding my face with my hands.

“What’s wrong,corazón?” he asks as he fixes my thong and my dress.

I part two of my fingers, staring out at him in the space between. And just seeing his heavy, long cock hanging between his powerful thighs and the way it glistens with our combined juices has me squeezing my eyes shut.

“Nothing,” I lie. And then I confess, “Everything.” Sighing, I stand up, my legs feeling like jelly.

“Well, while you decide, we’re late for dinner,” he tells me while pulling up his pants. He glances at his watch and then says, “Very late actually.”

“Fine.” Scowling, I walk past him and towards the bathroom.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks me, and it feels like a loaded question.

I turn, facing him. “To the bathroom to clean up,” I explain even though it should be obvious.

Mateo shakes his head and closes the distance between us in a few strides. “No, Aria. I want you to wear my cum inside of you to dinner,” he orders, his voice low and deep.

I open my mouth to protest, but he puts a finger under my chin and forces my mouth shut. “Do this for me, Aria.” And then he says, “Please,” and I can see the intense fire behind his dark eyes.

I want to ask him why, but I don’t. Instead, I simply glare at him and make my way out the door on shaky legs, cursing him and his cock internally the whole way downstairs.

CHAPTER38

Aria

AS I WALK towards the dining room, I can feel Mateo’s release coating my thong and thighs, and I squirm uncomfortably. This is such a bad idea, but it’s too late to turn back now. I don’t know why I gave in to him. There was just something in his eyes and the way he begged that made me surrender. I’m sure Mateo has never begged for anything in his entire life. And once again, it gave me a sense of power over him.

Mateo catches up with me, guiding me into the room. And when we enter, I see his uncle and some of the staff milling about. Paranoia instantly hits me, and I suddenly worry that everyoneknows. Knows what we just did. And maybe they can even smell his cum between my legs. Embarrassed…and a little aroused by that fact, I can feel the heat of a blush coating my chest and making its way up to my ears.

“It’s about damn time,” Domingo says, his words slurring. I see a myriad of empty glasses in front of him at the table. “I drank your most expensive whiskey. Hope you don’t mind, but I was getting bored.”

Mateo flashes him a grin, but I can see the shadows flickering in his eyes. “You could have started dinner without us,” Mateo suggests as he pulls out a chair for me.

“Bah, I wanted to wait,” Domingo says with a shrug.

I watch as Mateo rounds the table and sits opposite of me. His uncle is seated at the head of the table, and I don’t like the fact that he’s basically in between us. The man gives off a creepy vibe. I felt it the first time I met him.

Domingo turns to one of the staff members and says, “You may serve us now.”

The staff get to work, rushing back to the kitchen and bringing out our meals — juicy steaks with rice and grilled vegetables.

We’re just beginning to eat when Domingo asks, “So, is this the woman who was on the plane?”

My eyes dart to Mateo, and I can see him tense up in response to the question. He takes a sip of red wine before he answers with, “Yes.”

“Ah, so you’ve been with Mateo for a while now. Interesting,” Domingo says with a vigorous nod as he cuts into his steak. “Has Mateo told you about his family yet?”

This gets a bigger reaction from Mateo. I watch as his hands curl into fists on the table. His eyes shoot invisible daggers at his uncle before he turns his gaze to me. “Aria knows that they’re dead,” he says.

“She doesn’t know anything about your past other than that, though, does she?” Domingo says, looking towards me with amusement lacing his features.

“You’re drunk,” Mateo says, dismissing his uncle with a wave of his hand.

“Did you not tell her what happened, Mateo?” Domingo starts. Instead of letting Mateo answer, he just continues. “Mateo was just a boy. They left him alive,” he says, taking a swig of liquor. And then he adds, “Well, barely. They whipped and beat him within an inch of his life.” He looks in his nephew’s direction. “Do you still bear the scars from that night?”

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