Chapter 5:

The dining room shimmered with candle light and crystal bulbs. The Hidalgo estate had splashed millions of dollars again for their family celebration.

It wasn’t an ordinary celebration, but it was a family tradition to celebrate after a few days after a wedding.

The long mahogany table was filled with assorted food… main dishes, deserts etc. The champagne and expensive Italian wines were not left out, most of the glasses were filled to the brim.

Seated on the table was Lady Constanza Hidalgo, the queen of the household, mother of Santiago and an ex-wife to Domingo Serrano.

Renata sat beside her heartthrob, Santiago while Domingo sat directly opposite her.

He was dressed in a charcoal shirt with the top buttons undone and revealing his tattoos, sleeves rolled to the elbows. He stared at Renata, unwilling to let his eyes wander away from her, even for a second.

She hadn’t looked at him all night.

She couldn’t.

But he was already watching her. With the same eyes that had watched her fall apart that night.

Santiago reached for his wine glass, brushing her shoulder sweetly. “You look amazing tonight,” he whispered.

Renata forced a smile. “Thank you.”

Just then, Nina walked in through the door.

“Thank you, Mrs. Hidalgo, for the invitation.” She bowed to Constanza who simply smiled and raised the glass of wine to her lips.

Renata was surprised to see Nina at the family dinner. Nina was her best friend and that was it, Nina was never identified as family.

She trailed her eyes to look at Constanza who noticed that Renata was uncomfortable but didn’t say anything.

“Next time, refer to me as Lady Constanza,” Constanza stood up from where she sat and walked out the door to answer a phone call.

Under the table, something brushed Renata’s calf.

She froze.

It wasn’t the table leg.

She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. But she felt it again… warm fingers trailing down her thigh. Higher. Higher. Past the hem of her gown.

She clenched her legs together.

He didn’t stop.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she glanced at him across the table. Domingo didn’t blink. Didn’t smirk. Just sipped his wine.

The conversation around her blurred. Constanza was back and was discussing politics like she always does. Nina is giggling with Santiago. No one noticed, but her body was burning.

Her thighs trembled as his fingers pushed the silk of her panties aside and slid over her pussy.

She bit down on her lip with her eyes half-closed till she could taste blood.

Domingo leaned forward casually. He tore his gaze off Renata and rested his eyes on Nina.

“We have a fundraiser for kids who want scholarships. I believe your company might want to grab this opportunity.” His voice, calm and cool… while his fingers slipped inside Renata.

Renata’s eyes widened. She reached for her water glass, her hand trembling as she raised it to her lips.

“Everything okay, baby?” Santigo asked softly.

“Mm-hm,” she nodded, voice cracked. “Just… a little warm.”

“Would you like me to get the staff to…”

“No!” She blurted. “I mean… No, I'm fine.”

Domingo’s thumb pressed against her most sensitive spot and circled once, slow and cruel.

She nearly knocked her glass over. She darted her eyes across the room but no one noticed except of course, Domingo.

“I’ll use the restroom,” she got up immediately from the chair like a bee stung her butt.

She practically stumbled out of the dining room, the walls of the mansion closing in around her.

Her skin burned. In between her legs were damp and she could feel the juices damp her panties.

She needed a moment to breathe. To think. To erase the feeling of Domingo’s fingers still imprinted between her legs.

Her hand bent the door knob. She walked into the restroom room which was made of marble and gold… too elegant for a sinner like her.

She braced her hands against the sink, chest heaving, and her eyes on the wall mirror before her.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She had the opportunity to end it all back in that dining room, in front of everyone.

At least Lady Constanza would defend her.

She loved Santiago… didn’t she?

She hated herself for how wet she still was. For how her legs shook from holding in the orgasm he had almost stolen from her beneath that table.

Renata gritted her teeth and reached under her gown to straighten her underwear. Her fingers were damp and creamy. It was her cum.

But she noticed something different.

Red lace.

The red lace.

Her eyes flew open.

The panties.

The pair Domingo had gifted her in a white box. He had referred to them as a wedding gift but she knew he had other plans.

She hadn’t meant to wear them tonight. She’d grabbed them blindly while dressing. But somehow, she was comfortable wearing them, she didn’t feel disgusted.

A soft knock echoed at the door.

She froze.

“Renata, open the door,” his voice echoed. Low and dangerous.

She didn’t move.

“Now!”

She swallowed hard and opened the door.

Domingo stepped in, shut the door, and locked it.

The click echoed through her ears as she blinked uncontrollably at the dangling keys in the keyhole.

His eyes dropped immediately to the slit of her black gown, which had shifted to the side. And there it was, he had seen it. In between her trembling thighs, was the vivid red lace.

He sighed softly… more like he loved what he had just seen. His hand curled into a fist. “You wore them.”

“It was a mistake.” She slightly shook her head.

“Liar!”

He stepped closer. “Do you know how many nights I’ve thought about those? How I imagined sliding your dress up and seeing you in them… in my room, or my office… gagged so you wouldn’t scream my name?”

Her legs wobbled, but she held the sink like her life depended on it.

Domingo reached down and dragged his fingers along her inner thighs, just below the lace. “This design,” he murmured.

“It’s my favorite. I knew they’d cling to your pussy like a gift just for me.”

She whimpered.

He pushed her gently against the sink counter, sliding the slit of her dress wider.

“You walked into my house with this between your legs. You want to tell me again it’s an accident?”

Renata opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Just heat. Shame. And want.

His fingers brushed over her panties again.

Then he paused.

“Say the word, Renata,” he whispered, voice rough. “And I’ll have you right here… where anyone could knock. Where you could get caught with your husband’s father’s cock inside you.”

She gasped.

But she didn’t say no.

She let him slid a finger, then another and another into her pussy.

“Goddamnit!”

“You’re so wet,” his lips brushed against her earlobes.

She still didn’t say no.

Not when her eyes fluttered shut.

Not when he murmured against her neck…

“Say the word, Rena. I know you want me… you’re dripping wet,” he whispered as he continued to stroke her pussy, his fingers making a slimming sound at each thrust.

“You’re soaked already,” he growled into her ear. “You pretend to hate this, Rena, but your body doesn’t.”

“Please…” she cried with her eyes shut, her head tilted backward against the marble wall as she embraced the forbidden pleasure.

“Please what?” He didn’t stop, he went harder when he saw how her legs trembled fiercely.

“Please… don’t stop,” she cried in pleasure.

“Promise me… promise me I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He said softly.

“Yes… I will…” Her words caught in her throat.

“You will?” He kissed her neck, his mouth traveling down to her titties.

“Yes…”