In one surge, he drives into me with pitiless pressure until he bottoms out, bringing our bodies flush.
“Mine, lil’ motherfucker.” He growls, withdrawing until just the head remains inside. I watch the way his jaw tightens. He’s trying to hold on. “Leave again.” He slams in, making my muscles quake in their effort to hold him in the spot he’s hit. “G’head.” He growls into my ear. “I want you to.” Withdrawing, his gaze snapping to mine. “So I can hunt you down again.” My chest seizes with every drive that follows as he powers into my pliant pussy again, and again.
Helpless to do anything other than to take the punishing pleasure my guardian turned captor is exacting, I allow myself to do nothing — not think, not judge — nothing other than feel what he’s doing as he pleasures my body with every unswerving powerhouse drive of his hips.
Something shatters inside me at the same time I reach my climax.
“I got you.” Cupping my head in his big hands, he looks down on me as he fucks me through one orgasm right into another one.
Holding me like this, he surges inside me, filling me with his essence.
Only our harsh breathing can be heard in the room for long minutes.
Stepping away from me, he tucks his still tumescent dick into his jeans with effort.
He nods, and the twin cousins come onto the stage carrying his robe.
Turning from me, he faces the crowd. Never one to raise his voice, his remains level. “Saban was under my protection. She remains so. She is mine alone to punish. Saban Toussaint’s debt to el Diablo is satisfied.”
A murmur of approval rises among the crowd until a cheer rises.
I barely notice. My legs feel like jelly. The hood is pulled over my head for a moment before it’s snatched away.
“We don’t hide.” Though his words are to Lorena and Sara, but his gaze is on mine.
“C’mon. We’re going home.”
Leading me down the stairs, we make our way through the crowd that seems riveted on us.
A snicker sends dread through me before, “Make way for Snake and his cumdumpster.” followed by a rough chuckle.
My eyes dart up just in time to see Snake whip out his bowie knife plunging it into the side of the guy’s neck. He drops so fast to the floor it’s obvious he’s dead before he hits the ground.
Without a word, he swoops me up into his arms, stepping over the guy like he’s trash.
chapter thirteen
SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME
SNAKE
Saban twists, turning into the pillow, whimpering this time not in pleasure like she did hours ago at the el Diablo clubhouse. This sound is the pitiful one she emits when she’s having her night terrors. Nothing, I’ve done has help her alleviate them in the years since I rescued her from that puto trying to rape her.
The loss of her parents that night in the jungle is something that has haunted her all her life. No amount of therapy has helped us find relief.
“Fuck,” I swear, watching her over the CCTV as she abruptly sits up, looking around with her face a mask of terror.
“This is no good,” she says to herself, rubbing her hands over her face, looking at her damp fingers in dismay. Adjusting her bonnet, she gets up and goes into the tiny bathroom. I count the minutes waiting for her to come out.
Regretting that I hadn’t put a camera in the bathroom, wanting to afford her some semblance of privacy.
“What is she doing?” I ask no one but myself as I will her to come out of the bathroom.
After another ten minutes, I contemplate asking Aponi to go check on her until I check the time. It’s well past one A.M and I’m sure my house manager is asleep.
Maybe Saban fell asleep in there, though where she would find the room I wouldn’t know. The bathroom only houses a small shower, sink and toilet.
The worry turns into abject fear when she still doesn’t emerge in the next ten minutes. What if she smuggled something out of the club?
