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2026-05-07 15:20:06Rodah's POV
I was still shivering with need when we got back to the estate. My pussy felt hot and slick from everything Martinez said in the car. I couldn’t stop thinking about his dirty promises. He walked me straight to my room. Two maids stood waiting inside. “Help my wife with anything she needs,” Martinez told them. “Bath, clothes, food — everything.” The maids nodded. “Yes, sir.” Martinez looked at me, eyes dark. “Clean up. I’ll come back later. Don’t wear too much tonight.” He left and closed the door. One maid stepped forward. “Would you like a bath now, ma’am? The tub is ready and your meal is on the way.” “Yeah, I'd like a bath,” I said. “But I’ll do it myself.” They helped me out of the red dress and left me alone in the huge bathroom. I sank into the warm water. Bubbles covered my breasts. The moment I closed my eyes, the flashes hit hard. Martinez’s tongue licking my clit. His thick fingers pushing inside me. The way I screamed when I came on his mouth. It was the first time a man had aroused such primal need in me. It was the first time I had completely lost myself to a man's touch. He hadn't been merciful. He was every bit the devil they called him and he was proving so in the most unlikely way. I was the wife of Martinez Rinaldi and there was no escaping this man. Tonight, he would come back and stoke the fire some more. He would make me tremble and then leave me to my aching need. “It's so much torture…” I muttered. My hand slid between my legs. I touched my swollen clit and bit my lip. I had never slept with a man before. Only my rose vibrator had ever pleasured my clitoris, and my dildo was the only thing that had ever been inside me. Martinez was different. The heat from his touch wasn't like anything I was familiar with. Most days I stayed in my small art studio painting portraits. This life with Martinez was completely different. My phone rang suddenly. I grabbed it. It was my father. “Hello?” I answered. “Rodah darling! You sound real good, child.” “Yes…I guess I do, dad. How're you?” “I'm just hanging on. How are you enjoying the Martinez wealth?” he asked cheerfully. “Big house, nice cars. You must be swimming in money by now.” I felt anger rise fast. “Is that all you care about? The money?” He laughed. “Come on, don’t be mad. Martinez is rich. You’re his wife. You’re set for life. Lucky girl. You're the smart one, unlike your sister who didn't understand what it means to put family first and also didn't see that this was all supposed to be for her good.” “Lucky?” I snapped. “You sold me to pay your gambling debt! You didn’t even ask if I was okay.” “I’m sorry, Rodah. I was desperate,” he said. Then his tone changed. “But listen… I need money. It’s urgent. Some bad people are after me again. Ask your husband for it. He won’t even notice. Just a little help for your family. I'm the only one who's never left you. You know after your mother left…” “Stop it!” I snapped. My father was constantly blackmailing my sister and I over the fact that he hadn't abandoned us after our mom deserted him. But he always failed to mention that she left because of his gambling habit. I couldn’t believe he was asking for money. “You want me to beg Martinez for money? Just a couple of days after you sold me like meat to him?” “It’s not begging,” he said quickly. “You’re his wife now. He has plenty.” Tears stung my eyes. “This is why Abigail ran away. She left a note saying she wasn’t throwing her life away for your debts. I haven’t been able to reach her since. You don’t care about me at all and you sure don't care where in the world your first daughter is. You only care about the cash.” “Rodah, please —” “No,” I cut him off. “You’re irresponsible and wicked. You used me. I sacrificed everything and you’re already asking for more.” I ended the call. The phone dropped onto the towel on the side table. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt so used. So stupid. I hugged my knees and cried harder in the tub. The bathroom door opened quietly. Martinez stepped in. He saw my tears immediately. His eyes moved over my naked body in the water. “Tell me the exact reason you’re crying,” he said in a low, steady voice, “and I’ll fix it.”
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