Tears pool in the corners of her eyes and I watch as she physically swallows her fear before answering with shaky words, “Yes. I want to know who you are.”

  Releasing her jaw, I rub my bloodied fingers over her cheeks until they are stained red.

  Firmly fisting her hair, I roughly pull it as I command, “Then get on your fucking knees.”

  eighteen

  ALEXYS

  “What?” I wince in pain.

  “I’m not asking, mi reina.” He pulls hard enough on my hair that my knees buckle to relieve the pain radiating through my scalp.

  My lips part, but I can’t even call out his name to beg for his mercy.

  Because I don’t even know what it is.

  “You think you want to know who I really am,” he snarls. “Get on your fucking knees because I’m about to show you the darkness that hides behind this mask.”

  The masked man standing before me is different. The glimmer of warmth I thought I saw in him has been completely replaced with a cold darkness. Yet, I lower myself to the ground until I am on my knees and staring up at the massive man towering above me.

  His fingers still firmly entangled in my hair, and his eyes locked on mine; he commands, “Take out my fucking cock.”

  Eyeing the zipper before my face, it is apparent that he is hard. I hesitate too long as I look at the bulge before my face, and his fingers tighten the grip on my hair, causing me to wince.

  Tentatively lifting my hands from my thighs, I dip my fingers into the top of his jeans. I struggle against the slight shake of my hands and pull the button free before grabbing the zipper.

  Even though I am no longer looking at his face, I can feel his eyes staring at me. I have lowered the zipper halfway when his gruff words startle me, “Are you scared?”

  I look up at him, fighting back my tears as I respond, “Yes.”

  “Good,” his voice a slow deep whisper, “because you fucking should be.”

  My chest rises with every breath as I lower his jeans just far enough that his thick, veiny cock springs free. Precum rolls off the tip of his massive, fully erect cock standing before my face.

  Without realizing what I’m doing, my tongue glides over my lips and he moans at the sight. My heart is racing, and I am more terrified of him than ever, yet the noises echoing from him are enough to incinerate my panties.

  If he hadn’t previously taken them from me.

  “Hands! Now!” His deep, demanding tone startles me from my thoughts, and I immediately raise them both above my head. Gripping my wrists in one of his hands, he holds them tightly above my head. His free hand slightly lifts his shirt to move it from his cock, exposing his rock-hard abs thoroughly covered in intricate tattoos.

  I should not be this turned on and scared at the same time.

  “Open your mouth,” he commands as his hand wraps around the base of his shaft. Tipping his cock toward my lips, he squeezes my wrists harder when I don’t immediately comply. My lips slightly part, and he rubs the soft skin of his tip against my lips, smearing his precum over them before snarling, “Fucking wider.”

  I stare up at him, my mouth open wide, as his tip rests on my lower lip. He doesn’t move. He merely stares down at me until spittle begins to dribble down my chin.

  Pushing his hips forward, he slides the head of his cock over the length of my tongue, stilling again as he approaches my throat. My lips instinctually wrap around his shaft.

  “Look at me,” his voice slightly softer, “I’m going to fuck your face and shove my cock down your throat until those pretty pink lips of yours are red and swollen.”

  He doesn’t wait for a reaction; he pulls back and thrusts the entirety of his length into my mouth. It hits the back of my throat, and I gag as he continues to slam into me. Without hesitation, he firmly repeats the motion, and I gag violently around his cock, while fighting back the involuntary urge to vomit. My gags cause him to groan and only take my mouth harder.

  I pull at his tight grip around my wrists as he withdraws from my throat, hoping desperately to stop, or at least slow, his next violent thrust. He doesn’t release my arms and instead tightens his already bruisingly tight hold on me.

  “Look at you,” he groans while releasing his grip on my hair. “Mi reina on her fucking knees, eagerly taking my cock like a greedy little whore.”

  Unable to speak, my mouth full of his cock, I look up at him with pleading eyes hoping for just a little mercy. Mercy that doesn’t come as he takes my throat again and again. Gagging repeatedly, I can feel tears, spit, and snot running down my face as he continues to have his way with me.

  “Mi reina. Crying tears of joy because she’s so fucking grateful to be servicing my cock,” he grunts out the words as he continues to thrust down my throat. “Is that tight little cunt of yours also weeping for my cock?”

  Yes…

  As ashamed and repulsed as it makes me, I cannot deny what his savage words and brutal thrusts do to me. I can feel the dampness of my arousal dripping onto my thighs.

  His cock grows rigid in my mouth, and I gag around him once more as I wait for him to release his cum down my throat or into my mouth. Animalistic roars billow from him as he pulls himself from my mouth seconds before I feel his warm cum splatter across my cheeks and chin.

  “You’re fucking beautiful in my cum.”

  Using his grip on my wrists to pull me from the floor, he spins me before bending me over the bed and shoving the side of my face into the mattress.

  “This is who I am, mi reina,” his hard body presses against my back. Pinning me to the bed, his large hand firmly holds my face against the mattress. The other hand presses against my pussy as he whispers into my ear, “but I will always worship you with the same brutality.”

  His fingers drive into me, blissfully and painfully demanding that I come for him. My screams are muffled by the blankets, and he forces orgasm after orgasm from me. I can barely hold my eyes open when he slowly slides his fingers from me.

  “I can’t fucking get enough of you, mi reina,” his lips vibrate against my ear before traveling down my neck.

  nineteen

  ALEXYS

  Rolling over when the alarm goes off, every inch of my body is sore. The groan rising from my lungs burns as it rattles through my throat, and my hand rubs over my neck, trying to soothe the discomfort beneath it. My other hand dips between my body and the bed, tenderly cupping my equally sore pussy.

  Fuck.

  The last things I remember are his fingers violently thrusting inside of me as he repeatedly whispered in my ear about belonging to him, how he can’t get enough of me, and the sheer pleasure he gets from worshipping me. His fingers roughly demanding that I come for him as his lips tenderly kissed along the back of my neck.

  My pussy clenches at the recollection, and I groan at the twinge of discomfort it causes.

  I don’t recall him stopping or remember him leaving; the soreness I feel to my bones, the scent of him on my skin, and the stains of blood and cum as I lift my face solidify that it wasn’t a dream. Every bit of it was real.

  Tenderly climbing from the bed, I make my way to the kitchen for a much-needed glass of water. Stepping into the room, I’m surprised to find a bag of groceries on the counter. Peeking into the bag, it’s the same items I dropped in the alley last night.

  Did he really take the time to go shopping and replace them last night?

  Noticing the envelope by the bag, I open it to pull out a heavy-weighted note card.

  Apparently mi reina isn’t used to being worshipped the way she’s always deserved. Take the day and rest up, I need you well-rested and conscious when I take that tight cunt.

  If I find you outside this apartment today, I will punish you for disobeying me – I don’t care how sore you might be.

  What the fuck?

  Did he actually finger fuck me until I blacked out last night?

  Is that even a thing?

  I fight hard to recall, but I can’t. The only memories I have are coming on his fingers with him on top of me until each orgasm became more blissfully painful than the last. I can’t even recall how many there were, just that they didn’t end. The moment I came, he’d begin working me aggressively toward the next one.

  Holy shit…

  Looking at the clock, I decide to ignore his warning and get ready for work.

  What is he going to do? Bend me over my desk and fuck me in the middle of the office?

  Turning on the shower, I shake my head at the absurdity of the thought. Yet, when I see my reflection in the mirror, I’m suddenly no longer certain if that is a line he wouldn’t cross. Tears of mascara stain my cheeks, which are painted with the remnants of the cum and blood that didn’t rub off onto the sheets while I was sleeping. The hair framing my face is matted from his fluids that were smeared into it.

  Taking my time in the shower, I thoroughly scrub every trace of him from me. But no amount of soap will eliminate the fact that I can still feel his presence aching between my thighs.

  It takes me a little longer than usual to get ready, forcing me to jog down the street to the subway. Slowing for the steps heading down to the platform, my phone dings in my purse. Ignoring it, it dings again. Watching the subway doors close as I reach the bottom step, I let out an exasperated sigh before pulling out my phone and waiting for the next train.

  UNKNOWN

  Does mi reina want my cock in her sore little cunt that badly?

  I told you I’d be punishing my cunt if you left today.

  Or is that what you want?

  I have work. I can’t just not go because you said to stay home.

  And this is not “your cunt”!

  Do I need to cover it in my cum to claim it as mine?

  Like I claimed those swollen red lips last night?

  My thighs clench as my fingers delicately rub over the bright red lipstick on my lower lip.

  Based on your reaction, maybe I’ll bend you over that bench you’re sitting on and claim your tight little cunt on this nearly empty subway platform.

  Do you think any of these men would stop me from taking what’s mine?

  Quickly looking up from my phone, my eyes dart around the platform looking at each of the men, trying to put a face to the man on the other end of the phone. But none of them carry his towering physique.

  Looking for someone?

  Stop fucking with me.

  You enjoy me fucking with you. You can fight this all you want, Lex. But by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for me to worship you again, mi reina.

  twenty

  ANDRES

  Hiding in the shadows behind a pillar at the end of the platform, I watch her fingers repeatedly type against her phone, but she doesn’t send any replies. Even from this distance, it’s impossible not to see the frustration in her eyes as she glares at my messages.

  Maybe just one more.

  I’m going to enjoy surprising you today and filling you with my cock. But not nearly as much as I’m going to enjoy coming all over that bare fucking cunt of yours.

  Crimson creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks as she reads my message. My words physically affect her, and I fucking love it.

  She deserves to know exactly what it’s like – having someone else consume every bit of you.

  Following her onto the train, I get on a few cars back to ensure I’m not seen. During the ride into Manhattan, I look at my calendar for the day to see where I can fit in some time for my defiant little queen at the office.

  Perfect…

  Shuffling a few things around, I clear some time before spending the rest of the trip trying to determine where and when I can get her alone. Even though I would love nothing more than to simply spread her across her desk and fucking claim her in front of everyone.

  Ensuring everyone knows who she belongs to. That she is mine.

  My cock begins to grow hard at the idea, and I push the thought from my mind before I wind up with my cock in my hand on the A train.

  I can see it now: Billionaire CEO arrested for indecent exposure on subway.

  Alejandro would fucking shit himself if he had to get the lawyers to get me off for that. Shaking my head, I laugh at myself.

  Get me off….

  What the fuck has this woman done to me?

  Pulling into the station closest to Marcano Enterprises, I discretely follow behind Alexys until she makes her way into the building. After ensuring she is safely inside, I walk around the corner to the parking garage and make my way to the area reserved for Alejandro and me.

  I stand beside my car and pull up the security feed of the garage on my phone. Taking my time and walking the garage, I locate the numerous blind spots in coverage.

  Definitely going to fucking deal with that later.

  For the rest of the morning, I eagerly watch the clock as I work from the coffee shop across the street. When it’s finally time for her to take her lunch, I call her desk.

  “Marcano Enterprises, you’ve reached Mr. Ramirez’s office,” her voice is so sweet and perfect.

  “Lex, it’s me… Mr. Ramirez,” I ensure my voice sounds stressed. “I’m off-site at a meeting and need the documents off the backseat of my car.”

  “Um, okay. Do you need me to courier them over to you?”

  “No time. We reconvene in an hour. My car is unlocked in the garage. Grab the folder, scan them, and email them to me.”

  “Okay,” she tentatively replies.

  “Level six. The code to exit on that floor is seven, one, eight, six. Got it?”

  “Seven, one, eight six,” she efficiently repeats back to me as though she is writing it down, “I’ll take care of it ASAP.”

  By the time I hang up the phone, I’m entering the side door to the parking garage and promptly taking the stairs up to level six. Walking past my car, I lean against the wall in one of the many blind spots of the camera and pull out my phone.

  Leaving the supposed safety of your desk?

  Do you think that’s a good idea, mi reina

  ALEXYS

  I’m at work, how are you watching me?

  There is nowhere you can go that I can’t follow

  Pretty sure you aren’t following me here.

  The elevator dings, and the doors slide open in perfect time as my next text dings on her phone.

  Then why do you look so afraid to step off that elevator.

  Her bright hazel eyes are wide as she stares at her phone in disbelief. The doors of the elevator begin sliding shut and she shoves her hand through to keep them open. She hesitates for a moment before taking a tentative step out of the cab and into the garage. The doors slowly slide shut, leaving her alone with me.

  twenty one

  ALEXYS

  The faint hum of the elevator pulling from the floor is almost drowned out by the thumping of my heart. Goosebumps prickle over my skin when I feel his eyes hungrily staring at my body.

  “Hello,” I quietly call out into the empty garage, knowing I’m not going to get a response.

  My heels click against the concrete, the echo of my slow steps reverberating around the garage as I make my way to the corner where Mr. Ramirez parked his Range Rover.

  A faint noise draws my attention, and I spin around haphazardly, expecting to find someone standing behind me. But no one is there.

  Fuck, Lex. Pull yourself together.

  “Mi reina,” his deep voice growls from so close behind me that I feel his breath blow across the my neck, “I told you that I would follow you anywhere. You can’t hide from me.”

  “But—” My words are cut off by his hand sliding over my mouth as he walks me to the dark corner behind the car.

  “Hands on the wall,” he slides his hand from my mouth and aggressively helps me to place mine on the wall above my head. A silky fabric slides over my eyes and he tightly cinches it around my head, blindfolding me.

  His large hands rub down my shoulders and slide around to my breasts. He needily palms at them as his soft lips roughly kiss down my neck. His teeth nip at my neck, and I feel his fingers deftly working the zipper at the back of my skirt. A slight tug over my hips, and the fabric slides down my legs.

  “What the fuck are these?” His fingers snap the elastic of my panties against my skin.

  “My panties,” I blurt out a response before realizing that it was a rhetorical question.

  “And what did I tell you about panties?” he snarls as I feel cool metal sliding along my hip. My breaths are ragged as the metal drags down my thigh and back to my hip. He tugs at the lace and roughly pulls them from my body. “Pretty sure I told you not to wear them.”

  The cold metal grazing my skin is replaced with his warm hands, rubbing down both my legs as he pulls my thighs apart and widens my stance.

  “Are you just defiant, mi reina?” His lips vibrate against my ear, “Or is it that you want to see what happens when you don’t listen to me?”

  Before I have the opportunity to respond, his hand firmly strikes my ass. I yelp, both from the surprise and the pain. A heady growl comes from him as he strikes me again. My brief cries only fuel him, and he strikes repeatedly, alternating between my ass cheeks as my pussy clenches in anticipation of the next strike.