Rosita's POV Ice-cold water was splashed on my face, taking my breath for a second. Every pore on my skin slammed shut, and I felt that kind of cold that had nothing to do with the weather. My eyes snapped open, and there he was, the new owner, hovering around me, the iron bucket banging against the floor like an evil omen. "What are you doing in my house, Esplendido (gorgeous)?" he demanded, his arms crossed, a frighteningly calm expression on his ugly face. "Who are you?" The cold water streamed down my face, plastering my hair to my forehead. I coughed, the cold clinging to the back of my throat. "We… I… I didn't know," I stammered, each word a shaky exhale in the frosty air. "This was…my friend’s apartment. I didn’t…know that the landlord had rented it out to someone else." I swallowed hard, lifted my chin, and boldly met his gaze. "If you let me go," I pleaded, "You will never see my face again, I swear." He laughed; his laugh bounced around the room and scraped against
Deangelo's POV I felt myself falling, staggering towards the door of the room. I realized I had fallen asleep waiting for the doctor to finish checking on Vincenzo. The bright lights streaming in from the hallways told me it was already morning. I wasn’t sure if the doctor was even still inside or had left. My knuckles hurt as I knocked on the door. "Doctor? Are you still in there?" I called out, but there was no answer. “Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!” I screamed, my voice all sharp edges. My impatience grew to explosive proportions, and I was unable to stand by any longer. I started slamming my body against the door, hoping it wasn't what I was thinking, that Vincenzo had somehow overpowered the doctor and escaped. I groaned, moving back and throwing my body against the metal door again, feeling the pain shoot through my bones. Finally, the door swung open from the inside, and I stumbled into the room, coming face to face with the doctor, who tossed me a confused look. "W-Wha
Rosita's POV “T-They found us,” I whispered, my fingers anxiously parting the window blinds. Dolores grunted, stuffing a few bundles of cash into her pockets. "Who found us, Rosie?" I narrowed my eyes at the car parked in front of the apartment building. The doors were pushed open, and a group of people stepped out of the car. My blood turned to ice as I saw that it was Madam Dinero and her goons. The lackeys were cocking their guns, their big eyes scanning the surroundings as they moved towards the building. I turned back to Dolores, my face serious. "It's Madam Dinero and her underlings, those two dickheads from before. They found us." She stared at me, appearing confused and frustrated, with maybe a little bit of fear in her eyes. "How...how did they find us?" she questioned, but it was a rhetorical question. She squatted down and picked up the plastic bags filled with food from the floor. "I can't... I can't go back to being a sex slave, we have to lose them." "We do
Rosita's POV "Strip!" I put the book down on my chest, my heart pitter-pattering against my ribcage as my fingers found their way to the tiny buttons of my jeans. I had never felt this turned on from reading a novel before, but there was something about the way the words flowed that made me think of Don Deangelo. I couldn't help but imagine it was him asking me to strip, his tongue working its magic on me instead of the fictional man in the story. "Take off your clothes," I whispered to myself, my fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. I closed my eyes, letting the words crash over me as I wriggled out of my pants, leaving me in nothing but my lacy panties and tank top. My fingers trailed down my belly, stopping just above the waistband of my panties. I bit my lower lip hard, imagining it was Deangelo's fingers, not mine, that were tracing the outline of my most sensitive spot. I slipped my hand inside, my fingers finding their way to my clit as a moan of ecstasy slippe
Deangelo’s POV The security guard, practically trembling with respect, greeted me with a "Welcome, Your Highness," and led me towards the glass doors of the office. He swiped his card on the reader next to the door, and the light flashed green. The door clicked open in a snap, and he grabbed the handle, pulling it wide and bowing his head again. I took a deep breath and let it out, praying that it was truly President Victoria on the other side of the door, not her being held hostage by my evil stepmother and Vincenzo. "What are you waiting for, pendejo?" Romano's voice cut through my thoughts, impatient as ever. "We are finally here. Are you having some doubts about me? Do you think I would set you up?!" My mouth dropped open, ten rebuttals on my tongue. I pursed my lips and walked into the room as slowly as I could, my hand resting on the gun holstered at my belt. The moment my eyes registered what was inside, I nearly fell to the floor. Romano caught me, steadying me with a
Deangelo’s POV "This is the place!" Romano announced, thrusting a finger towards the main door of a luxurious mansion. We had just walked into the gigantic courtyard, and it was creepily quiet. No cars, no guards, not a single sign of life. It felt like an abandoned dump, and my doubt about trusting Romano was increasing with every footstep. Romano, ignorant of my doubts, frowned at his smartwatch. "This is it. The GPS location is leading us right here. Vincenzo is behind that door, let’s go check it out." Suspicion and anger coursed through me, and I was unable to suppress them anymore. I grabbed Romano by the collar, yanking him back. "You better be right about this, cabrón (bastard). If you are not, this stupid deal between us is over." A chuckle escaped his throat, pushing my finger off his chest. "Relax, Scorpion. You are being paranoid. Just get your gun and follow me before they find out we are here, or else we are screwed." I nodded, pulling my handgun from my pock