Before she could protest, he dragged her off the shattered piano. She stumbled, panties ripped to nothing, her dress hanging by one strap. Her thighs were shiny with cum, dripping as she moved.She gasped, whisper-shouting in panic.“¡No, no, no! Upstairs? There people upstairs, bosses, governors! I smell like sex, like vampire cock! They see—”He shoved his fingers deep inside her, making her squeal mid-sentence.“They’ll smell it anyway. Now walk.”He dragged her by the hair up the stone staircase, her heels clicking, her little brown body swaying, trying to cover herself but failing.At the top, the grand dining hall roared with voices—men in suits, women in gowns, servants moving trays. Everyone turned when Elijah entered with his little Latina maid dangling from his grip, dress torn, thighs dripping.Gasps. Whispers.Francesa’s face burned hot, but she gave a crooked little smile through her humiliation.“Eh… buenas noches…”One of the governors choked on his wine. Elijah shoved
Her blood hit his tongue and Elijah lost control. His hand ripped her uniform open, buttons flying. Her tits spilled free, dark nipples hard and begging. He latched onto one, sucking like a beast, blood smearing down his lips.Francesa arched, moaning loud, shameless.“¡Ay coño! You no gentle, papi… you animal. I like.”His hand slid down, yanked her panties aside, two fingers plunging deep into her soaked pussy.Her scream echoed through the cellar.“¡Mierdaaa! Yes! Put the whole fucking hand—”He cut her off by slamming her hips against the wall, shoving his cock out, already thick, already leaking. He didn’t ask. He didn’t wait. He pushed inside her with one brutal thrust.Her mouth dropped open, eyes rolling.“¡JESUS MARIA Y JOSE! Too big, papi! You split me!”Elijah grunted, dragging his length out slow, then slamming back in until her ass slapped against his hips.“You heal fast,” he whispered in her ear. “Your body… it takes me. You’re mine.”She laughed through her moans, hair
Francesa woke up sore between her thighs. She stretched, yawned loud like a cat, and mumbled in Spanish,“Dios mío… ese vampiro tiene una pinga gigante…”She rubbed her eyes, remembering every filthy second from last night. The way he bent her over, the way he bit her, the way his cock didn’t stop.But wait—he told her to forget.She smirked.“Ha! That shit no work on me. I no forget nada.”She threw on a wrinkled maid uniform and shuffled barefoot into the courtyard. Elijah was already outside, lounging in a chair, legs crossed, a thick book in his pale hands.He looked like a painting—cold, handsome, untouchable.Francesa planted her hands on her hips.“So… good morning, jefe. You sleep good? Or maybe you no sleep, you only fuck, hm?”Elijah’s eyes lifted from the book, flat and bored.“Did you say something, maid?”She blinked. He wasn’t even fazed.He really thought his hypnotism worked.“Eh… nada, boss. Only ‘good morning.’” She forced a smile, biting her lip. Ay, he think I forg
He growled—a raw, guttural sound of relief, his hand flying to her hair. His hips jerked forward as if his body couldn’t help it, shoving deeper into her throat.Her lips stretched wide around him, drool spilling as she gagged. She worked her tongue along his thick dick, sucking harder every time he moaned. His pain melted into pure, filthy pleasure, his veins slowly pulling back under his skin.“Fuck—yes,” he groaned, voice shaking. “Keep going. Don’t stop.” His grip in her hair tightened, guiding her, using her.She choked but moaned around him, her pussy throbbing, her nipples hard under her thin nightgown. She felt like a whore on her knees for her cold, deadly boss—and she loved it.“Fuck,” he groaned, the veins on his chest starting to recede. “Yes… more.”She sucked him deep, saliva dripping down her chin, her tongue swirling around his shaft.His fangs grazed her skin, so sharp she thought they might break it. His cock throbbed against her stomach.“Good little maid,” he grow
He was close now, so close she could smell his cologne—dark, rich, almost like smoke and spice.“I don’t Wait,” he said simply. His hand lifted, brushing her chin, tilting her head back just a little. His touch was ice-cold. “I take.”Francesa’s breath caught. Her heart pounded.“Take… what?” she whispered.His lips parted. For a second, she thought he might kiss her. But his eyes fixed on her throat again. He leaned in, close enough for his cold breath to caress her skin.Her nipples hardened instantly.Then—he pulled away.“Get back to work,” he said sharply, turning and striding out like nothing happened.Francesa’s knees almost gave out. She pressed a hand between her thighs. She was wet. So wet she could feel it soaking her panties.“Hijueputa…” she hissed under her breath. “He gonna make me crazy.”That night, she couldn’t sleep. The mansion groaned with shadows. Her pussy throbbed, aching.The house was too quiet. Until it wasn’t.At midnight, strange sounds echoed down the hal
“¡Maldito viejo sucio!” Francesa spat in Spanish as she yanked the apron off her curvy little waist and tossed it on the kitchen counter.Her boss’s wife was still screaming in the other room, calling her a slut, a whore, a snake. Francesa didn’t care. She was tired of gringos and their stupid problems. It wasn’t her fault the husband couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass when she bent over to scrub the marble floors.“Pack your things, you tramp!” the wife shouted, her face red and ugly. “My husband is drooling over you like a dog in heat—get out of my house!”Francesa blew a kiss at her just to make her madder. “Don’t be jealous, señora. I can’t help it if your man prefers me.” Her accent was thick, her English sharp but laced with spice. She turned and sashayed out, her hips rolling in that way that had gotten her in trouble more times than she could count.Outside, her “madame” was waiting in the car—the older woman who ran the cleaning service that had smuggled Francesa into America