My skin burns from the sting by the time he stops. Trying to catch my breath, I brace for the next strike. Instinctively, I know he isn’t done.

  His hand slaps against my pussy, and I whimper as my thighs squeeze together. He swats my pussy again, harder than the first time, and I can’t control the moan that escapes me.

  “No. More. Panties. For. Mi. Reina,” his hand repeatedly slaps against my pussy as he speaks each word. I wince with every swat, my skin feeling like it is on fire. My clit is swollen and tender, another firm slap causes my legs to tremble as a small, yet painful, orgasm shoots through me.

  “Now,” his finger slides inside of me with ease. “About this tight little cunt I need to mark as mine.”

  His finger gingerly works my pussy as I hear the distinct sound of his zipper. Slowly pulling his finger from me, his lips press against my ear as he whispers, “Is your perfect little cunt still sore?”

  His words and touch both so soft and tender, I let my guard down as I answer, “Yes.”

  “Good,” he snarls, and I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance, “I don’t want you to ever forget how good it fucking hurt when I marked this cunt as mine.”

  He shoves the entirety of his girthy length into me. My hands kneed at the concrete wall before me as he groans against the crook of my neck. My pussy aches, with pain and need, as he continues to stretch me with each aggressive thrust. His hands press over mine on the wall and he continues to roughly work his hips against me.

  “Come all over my cock, mi reina. Mark it with your sweet fucking cream, but know it already only belongs to you. I was fucking made for you.”

  His hand slides down my arm until it’s on my throat. His fingers grip firmly as he growls into my ear, “Come for me. Squeeze that tight little cunt around this thick cock so fucking hard that you force me to come inside you. Show me how much you want me to own this perfect cunt of yours.” His fingers tighten around my throat as he drives into me without abandon. There is no controlling the cries of pleasure spewing from me. I should hate this and be screaming for help. But the only screams from my mouth are from me coming around his cock, just as he commanded.

  twenty two

  ANDRES

  Screams billow from her lungs as I thrust my cock ferociously into her perfect, tight, wet cunt, demanding that she come for me.

  She squeezes around me so tight that I hiss against the back of her neck as I drive into her. Her whole body trembles against me as the vice grip of her cunt quivers around my cock.

  “Fuck,” I roar while painfully thrusting into her one final time. My cock spasms inside her, coating her with my cum.

  I want to keep my cock buried inside of her for the rest of the day…

  “You’re fucking mine, mi reina,” I whisper against her ear as I slowly pull my cock from the warmth of her cunt. The head slides from her, and my cum trickles down her thighs. Reaching my hand between her thighs, I slide through the cum and collect it in my palm as I drag it back up to her cunt. She whimpers when I slide my hand against her entrance to collect the bit of cum slowly seeping from her.

  “Open your mouth and stick out your fucking tongue,” I command while squeezing her throat. Delight flickers through me when she doesn’t hesitate to do as she was told. My cum coated palm repeatedly drags over her tongue until she begins to willfully lick it clean. “That’s it. Lap up every fucking drop. Don’t stop until you have it all. I want you tasting me as you feel my cum dripping down your thighs, while that painful ache from your cunt reminds you that you’re mine.”

  All fucking mine.

  Pleased at the cleanliness of my hand, I delicately press her tongue back into her mouth and kneel behind her. The perfect round ass before my face is riddled red with my handprints. I place soft kisses over the tender flesh as I help her back into her skirt. Zipping her skirt as I stand, I press against her back and breathe in the aroma of our mixed scents.

  “Keep the tie,” I smirk at the thought of using the blindfold to bind her wrists. “I’ll be seeing you soon, mi reina.”

  Stepping away from her, I quickly make my way to the stairwell before she has a chance to pull off the blindfold and see my face.

  Making my way to my office, I don’t know how I’m going to get shit done with her lingering scent of lilacs all over my clothes. I glance at my watch and I realize just how long we were in the garage.

  Reaching my office, Ryder is lingering outside the door. I’ll give him credit, for a guy generally dressed in denim and leather with greasy hair hanging around his face, he cleans up well enough to not totally stand out in this office.

  With the exception of that fucking man bun.

  I am about to shake his hand and rag on the blond bun atop his head when something clearly catches his attention behind me. His blue eyes are fixated on whoever he’s staring at as his tongue licks hungrily over his lips.

  Turning to find he is staring at my queen, anger fills me. In an angry tone meant for Ryder, I spew my words at Alexys before I truly take in her appearance, “Where the hell have you been?” She is only a tad disheveled, as she managed to straighten up well in the elevator, with the exception of a little blood trickling down her face.

  “Darling,” Ryder’s voice oozes with charm as he brushes past me. “Are you okay?”

  Taking the folder and tie from her hands, he drops them on her desk before lightly swiping his finger against the blood on her cheek. I swallow down my rage, hating that he is placing his fucking hands on her, as he shows her the blood from her face.

  “Oh, I….uh,” she stammers trying to come up with a lie and shows her palms. “I tripped in the garage. Didn’t even realize I cut my face.”

  Ryder presses his finger back against the scratch on her cheek, and I growl, “Don’t fucking touch her.”

  I don’t even realize what I did until the two of them dart their attention to me. Their eyes both fixed on me, I pull a tissue from her desk and place it into her hand as I address Ryder, “The last thing Alejandro and I need is her suing us for your sexual harassment. Head into my office, I’ll be there in a minute.”

  “Take the rest of the day,” I turn my attention back to Alexys as Ryder leaves us. “Use one of the company cars and have them take you home.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Ramirez,” her tone is so genuinely grateful for my offer. Holding the tissue to her face, she lifts the folder from her desk, and I watch as my tie slides from it. Lifting the tie from her desk, I slide it through my fingers while looking at the scrape on her cheekbone as she stares at me.

  “Lex…. Next time your boyfriend swings by to visit during your lunch break,” I lay the neatly folded tie on the desk, “Maybe tell him to be a little more gentle.”

  Her mouth gapes, and I barely manage to contain the huge smile that spreads across my face until I turn from her.

  twenty three

  ALEXYS

  Mr. Ramirez smugly walks into his office, and I stare at the perfectly folded tie lying before me.

  Fuck. I am so getting fired.

  While I wouldn’t normally take him up on his offer to leave early or use a company car, my body is completely exhausted. The idea of putting in a full day or walking to and from the subway both sound abhorrent.

  Calling down to Driver Services, I’m informed they’ll have a car out front for me in ten minutes. Figuring it’ll only take me a couple of minutes to get down there, I head to the ladies’ room to clean up my face.

  Stepping before the mirror, I immediately run my fingers through my hair to smooth it while grabbing and dampening a paper towel to clean my face. Once cleaned, I find it’s just a tiny scratch. The fleshy part of my palms have similar abrasions from rubbing against the concrete wall. I didn’t even notice, but I must’ve scraped my face against the wall as he fucked me.

  Swinging back to my desk, I grab my purse and shove the folded tie into it before heading downstairs. I find the car waiting for me at the door, just as the pleasant lady on the phone had said.

  We are nearly at my apartment when my phone dings.

  UNKNOWN

  I see mi reina listens to her boss better than she listens to me.

  You might want to remember who it is that you belong to.

  Thanking the driver as we pull up to my building, I let myself out and reluctantly take the stairs up to my floor. A gasp exits me as I look at the door. I don’t recall seeing it this morning in my rush, but smeared in blood is a handprint and a single word.

  MINE

  Snapping a photo, I send it to him.

  WTF?

  That’s right, mi reina. You’re mine.

  Since you feel like sending pictures, now send me a picture of what’s mine. Show me the cream pie I left in your abused and well-used pussy.

  I don’t think so

  Suit yourself. But if you don’t have one to me in ten minutes, I’ll be by later to fuck your sore cunt until it’s overflowing with my cum while I ensure you don’t have the pleasure of coming once. And when I’m satisfied, I’ll take one of my own.

  The mere thought of him fucking me again, arouses and terrifies me.

  I’m fucking sore.

  Physically, I don’t know if I could handle another round right now, let alone several. Undoing the zipper to my skirt, I push it over my hips leaving me bare from the waist down. I take a seat at the edge of the couch and spread my thighs wide. Next, I place my phone between them, and take the photo.

  Why the fuck is that hot?

  I look at the photo before sending it to him. My pussy is red and swollen, with the remnants of his cum pooling at my entrance.

  That’s my good girl

  You look fucking delicious with my cum dripping from your cunt. I bet you taste as good as you look.

  I know he’s fucking goading me, but I can’t help but give him exactly what I know he wants. Swiping on the video on my phone, I hit record before gingerly pressing my finger through his cum and inside of me. When I pull it from me, it glistens with his cum and my arousal. I slide it over my tongue and diligently suck it clean. The moment I hit stop, I send it to him before I have a moment to rethink my actions.

  Even fucking better…

  I wish I could hear the deep needy growl I know is grumbling over his lips.

  Muting the volume, I leave my phone on the coffee table when I head to the bathroom. After turning on the water, I strip from my remaining clothes as it warms. I wrap a towel around me while the bath draws and make my way around the apartment checking all of the window and door locks.

  While it appears there is no stopping him from getting to me, he is at least going to have to fucking work for it. The fact that this has become a twisted game to us both isn’t lost on me.

  It’s not like you can call your shrink to tell her about the questionable game of cat and mouse you’re playing with your stalker.

  Not caring that it’s only three in the afternoon, I grab a bottle of wine and forgo the glass to enjoy during my soak. The scalding hot water feels amazing as I slide my aching body into the water. Sipping from my bottle, I try to enjoy the book I’ve been reading, but I’m too consumed with the unknown man that stepped from my nightmares and into my life.

  twenty four

  ANDRES

  Ryder has only half-held my attention throughout our meeting; my thoughts entirely focused on Alexys. I nearly check out when she sends the video of her sucking my cum from her finger.

  “Care to share what keeps popping up on your phone?” Ryder teases as I watch her video loop through a second time. “I can practically hear your cock hitting the underside of your desk, so it must be good.”

  “Fuck off,” I jokingly hiss at him.

  “So, it’s serious?” He cocks an eyebrow.

  Serious? No.

  Fucking fatal? Yes.

  “Forget about the agreements of our meeting,” I stand from my desk, “I tend not to enjoy working with assholes.”

  Ryder laughs, “Your whole fucking world is full of assholes. Most of who would happily remove your head if they were having a bad day.”

  Not lies.

  “I don’t have anywhere to be until much later this evening; want to grab a drink? Celebrate this new business arrangement between the Diaz Cartel and the Masters of Mayhem?” I question, trying to find a way to bide some time before I visit Alexys.

  “I mean,” he peaks around me toward Alexys’s empty desk, “I was kind of hoping to grab a drink with that gorgeous, curvy assistant of yours. Maybe get her to come back to the clubhouse for the night.”

  “Don’t even fucking think about it,” I snarl at him, eliciting a cheeky smirk.

  “I’m going to raincheck on the drink, I have church I need to get back for. We’ll celebrate after this shipment goes off without a hitch,” he says as we walk to my office door, “but be sure to tell that sexy little thing I said hi when you see her later.”

  “Get the fuck out of my office,” I lightly push him out the door. Ryder is a complete pain in the ass, but there’s no arguing that he is smart and observant as fuck. It took him no time at all to figure out that I’m fucking Lex.

  Closing my office door, I take care of some mundane work before giving Alejandro a call to bring him up to speed on the agreement with Ryder and the Masters of Mayhem MC. In exchange for use of his guys at the port, he wants exclusive distribution rights for his satellite clubs upstate.

  “We have no arrangements with anyone up that way,” Alejandro tells me through the phone, “Might piss off the local guys, but we can handle that.”

  “That was my thought, too.”

  “And that other issue?” he questions and I know he’s referring to Benecio.

  “Sent back to Mexico in a gift box, complete with pretty bow.”

  “Good,” his tone is all business, “I’ll be back tomorrow in plenty of time for the upcoming delivery.”

  “Sounds good, brother. Tell that gorgeous redhead of yours I said hello.”

  “Fuck the meeting I was setting up next week for a CFO, we’re going to focus on getting you your own woman, so you can stop fucking flirting with mine,” he half jests. He’s possessive as fuck about Isabella, but, even before Alexys, that is not a line I would ever think about crossing.

  “Working on it,” I mumble.

  “Don’t think we aren’t talking about that when I get back,” he chodes as I hear Isabella’s voice in the background before he abruptly ends the call.

  Hanging up the phone, I turn to the windows to find the skyline outside is dark. Even the lights in many of the surrounding buildings are out. Glancing at the clock, it’s late. But it’s never too late to drive across town to check in on my queen.

  The lights in her apartment are out when I pull up to her building, and at this hour, I figured she would be fast asleep. Quietly letting myself into her apartment, I stop at the door to remove my shoes and pull on my mask before heading into her bedroom.

  Her hair is splayed across her pillow and partially covers the peaceful look on her face. One of her legs is draped over the blanket, and I can barely pull my eyes from her smooth skin.

  She is always so fucking beautiful when she sleeps.

  Kneeling beside the bed, I tentatively place my hand on her bare leg, unsure if I want to wake her or enjoy watching her sleep. I slowly glide my hand up her supple thigh, she stirs slightly and rolls away from me onto her side. As she does, the blanket pulls from her hip and exposes her lace covered ass.

  “Tsk. Tsk. Mi reina,” I quietly whisper to myself while pulling a knife from my pocket. It slides through the fabric with ease as I cut the lace from her body. My lips graze over her skin and I place a light kiss on her hip before I stand.

  Fighting the urge to climb into bed with her, I place the shredded lace on the pillow I want to lay my head on.

  “Tomorrow, mi reina,” I place a soft kiss on her temple and gathering some things, leaving as quietly as I entered.

  twenty five

  ALEXYS

  The sun blares through the windows as my eyelids flutter open. My head throbs as I roll over to look at the time. It’s nearly noon.

  Maybe opening that second bottle of wine wasn’t such a good idea.

  Getting up to pee, I make it halfway to the adjoining bathroom before realizing that I’m not wearing any panties.

  Was I so drunk last night I didn’t actually put them on?

  Padding across the hardwood floor, I stop in my tracks when I see the remnants of the panties, I was wearing last night. They lay on the pillow next to a note and the perfectly folded tie from the parking garage. Walking around the bed, I lift the panties, which are now nothing more than shreds of lace, before grabbing the note.

  So defiant, mi reina. Did you enjoy your punishment that much? Too bad. Next time you want me to mark your ass, you’ll have to ask.

  What the fuck does that even mean?

  I’m about to climb back into bed when I turn to look at my dresser. “He wouldn’t,” I mumble to myself as I cross the room and open the drawer that contains my panties. More correctly, the drawer that used to contain my panties.

  Every pair is gone.

  Even the period panties that no man should ever see.

  Storming back into the bathroom, I dump the hamper and rummage through my dirty clothes. There’s not a single pair to be found.

  “Ugh,” the groan billows from me as I practically stomp toward the bed and grab my phone.