Page 59 of El Malo

“Need some help, mami?” Javier croons.

“Mmhmm,” I moan in response around his flesh.

He grips my hair and starts force feeding me his cock. It’s too big and my mouth is inclined to close around him. I can barely breathe and my gag reflex makes my throat constrict. Tears and snot stream as I struggle to breathe.

“Fuck,” he snarls, the tip of his cock pushing into my throat. I can feel my teeth scraping against him, but he’s fearless. “Fuck, my sweet Rosa. Fuck.”

The very idea that I have this strong, terrifying villain losing control has me delirious with pleasure. I gag and sputter around him, but I let him use me to feel good. It makes me feel good. I’m already dripping wet between my thighs at the wonder of what will happen next. Will he facefuck me until I pass out?

He pushes my head all the way against him. My nostrils are smashed against his pubic hairs. I can’t breathe or move or think. All I can do is give in to the monster. Black clouds of lust and desperation swirl around me.

I’m his.

I’m his.

I’m his.

Despite the fact I’m completely at his mercy, I trust him. A monster. The monster. I trust him more than I ever trusted Michael. He pulls away sharply and I dry heave. I suck in air that smells like him, getting high on the scent. Then, he’s pushing back inside my mouth. He skullfucks me hard and furiously until I’m on the edge of blacking out.

“Oh, Rosa, you goddamned perfect woman,” he bellows before yanking out of me.

His hand wraps around his cock and he jerks himself until his hot streams of cum spurt on my messy face. I’m so under his spell and desperate for him, I open my mouth, eager to taste him. Saltiness lands on my tongue and I greedily drink it down. Most of it lands on my face and eyelids. When he’s done coming, he staggers backward, nearly falling with his pants at his knees now. He bends and hastily jerks them up before he dives his hand into his pocket.

When he pulls out the knife, I don’t even flinch. He could plunge it into my neck right now and I wouldn’t even care, as long as he was the one to do it.

I’ve fallen.

I’ve fallen so hard for this man and I’ll never get back up.

In the deep, dark depths of hell is where I belong, it would seem.

He walks behind me and proceeds to saw through my bindings. When I’m free, he hooks an arm around me and hauls me to my feet.

“Sweet, perfect Rosa,” he murmurs as he scoops me into his arms. “Let me clean you up, mami.”

I close my eyes and smile.

I’m lost, so lost, but he keeps finding me.

Over and over again.

The rest of the world doesn’t matter.

It’s just him and me.

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