Page 47 of Blood and Beauty (Owned by The Don)

“Like what you see?” I ask, my voice is barely above a whisper. His response is a growl. When he speaks, he doesn’t look me in the eye, just continues staring at my sex.

“Gira para mi.”Spin for me.

His voice is dark and scratchy, and it makes me want to listen to him for once. I turn around slowly, showing him my ass. My hands caress my sides as I look at him over my shoulder. His eyes are wild and he's stalking me like an animal, his rough hands grip my hips from behind. His lips are at my ear when he speaks.

“Don’t make a sound.”

I hold in my gasp as he begins to slide the thong down my legs, the silk landing at my feet as he drops it. I look at him in the mirror before us, our reflection showing at every angle in the room. It’s hot like this, me being able to watch him touch and admire me. He pulls my dark copper hair from my shoulder, biting it sharply to test my response. I yelp at the contact and his hand clamps down on my mouth, his eyes boring into mine. I feel wetness leak from my pussy and moan when the fingers of his other hand caress my nipple through the silk bralette.

“You’re going to have to try harder with what I’m about to do to you, Esmeralda.”

His voice is so low, that the bass of it vibrates against my throat. I close my eyes as his free hand pulls my breast from its silk confinement, my nipple puckering when the cool air hits it. He repeats this same motion with my other breast, his whisper in my ear warming my entire body.

“Open your eyes, Esmeralda. Look at how fucking beautiful you are right now.”

His words do more than just warm me. My body practically lights on fire when he mutters the wordbeautiful.My eyes open slowly, and I gaze at us in the mirror. The sight before me was enough to make me come on the spot.

Dante’s powerful form stands behind me, his hand still covering my mouth while the other rests over my navel. My breasts are completely bare, the red silk peeking beneath them. My sex is on full display, I can see my wetness gleam in the light. It makes me moan against his hand and his cock responds excitedly, hardening against my ass and making me grow wetter.

His hand goes down to my sex while the other stays tightly over my mouth, I let out a small moan when his fingers find my clit, the sound makes his hand push over my mouth tighter. It shouldn't be erotic, but it is. He starts fingering my wet flesh and my whole body shakes with a release that I didn't anticipate would come so soon. He does this to me, leaves me completely unhinged within seconds of touching me.

He brings his fingers up to his lips and sucks my wetness off of them. My eyes never leave the erotic sight and I grow even wetter from looking at it. I hear the telltale sound of his belt being undone when his fingers leave his lips, his smooth and hard erection pressing hotly against my lower back. I wiggle my ass greedily and he chuckles darkly.

"For a woman that hates me so much, your body says otherwise."

I want to bite back with a remark, but he's already pushing inside my swollen walls. My head falls back to his shoulder and I close my eyes.So fucking good.He pumps into me roughly for a few strokes and then grabs my hair, pushing my head back up from his shoulder.

"Keeps your eyes open while I fuck you. You need to see what you look like when you come around my cock. Maybe then you won't defy me anymore."

My eyes snap open and I watch my breasts shake as he fucks me into oblivion. The sound of our skin slapping echoes through the changing room and I'm biting my tongue so hard to keep from moaning that I taste blood. His hands are still gripping my mouth and hips, his veins in his arms sticking out from the intensity of his hold.

It should make me feel scared, that he's handling me in such a brutal way, but all it does is turn me on so much that I burst, erupting around his cock like a volcano. His face hardens and he lets out a low grunt before releasing inside me. I stand and watch this beautiful monster let go around me.

We stand there in silence, the only sound filling the room is our labored breathing. He lets go of me and zips up his pants when a knock sounds at the door, Marianne calls out behind it.

"Everything fits okay, Esmeralda?"

I look at Dante and he looks nonchalant, fixing his cuff links as if we didn't just fuck each other ten ways to Sunday in a designer retail shop. I shake my head at him before changing into my regular clothes, the lingerie bunched up in my hands.

"Yes, Marianne. Everything fits great. I'll be out in a moment."

I hear her footsteps walk away and look back at Dante, who is casually scrolling through his phone and ignoring me. I hate that he makes me feel so good and powerful while we fuck, but then so small when we're done.

I brush past him, my shoulder checking him in the chest as I walk out of the changing room and slam the door behind me.

He really is an asshole.

20

Esmeralda

It's beentwo days since I spent the day with Dante. He dropped me off at my apartment after spending nearly five thousand dollars on my new hair and wardrobe and I've never felt more degraded in my whole life. I didn't sign up to be some expensive call girl for him, but that's essentially what he's made me. He comes and goes when he pleases, using my body and fucking with my emotions in the process.

It’s Friday and Dante’s event is tonight. He told me to be ready by five and that my dress was waiting for me at his house. I’m curling my hair at my vanity when the burner phone he gave me goes off. It’s a text from Sergio.

Be there in 45.

I sigh in frustration and finish my hair before applying a light, nude makeup look. My dress was statement enough and I honestly didn’t want to draw too much attention to my face tonight. He’s given me little to no detail in regards to what this event is for as well as who will be in attendance. It could be several bosses in his cartel for all I knew. That in itself makes me want to hide away in the shadows.

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