All Chapters of THE MAID OF MADRID: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Diego’s grip was like iron as he slammed me back onto the mattress. The velvet bedspread felt heavy against my bare skin, a suffocating weight as the silk robe slipped completely off my arms, leaving me exposed in the sheer lace. The perverted smirk on his face twisted into something much darker, a feral hunger that made my blood run cold."Let go of me, señor!" I choked out, using my hands to shove hard against his damp, bare chest.He didn't move an inch. Instead, he pinned both of my wrists above my head with one hand. With his free hand, he reached down and aggressively ripped the white towel from his waist, tossing it onto the floor. He was completely naked now, his eyes dark with a ruthless intention as he positioned his heavy body directly between my thighs, forcing them apart. He was going to take what he wanted, and he didn't care about the disgust burning in my eyes.A sharp, terrified scream tore from my throat before I could stop it.The sound echoed through the quiet maste

The air inside the private red lounge was thick, heavy with the suffocating scent of cheap incense and expensive brandy. Unlike the main floor of Club Máscara, where the music thudded with a relentless bass, this room was a sanctuary of dark corners, deep velvet couches, and a single brass pole bolted to the center of the ceiling. The red light bulb above cast a bloody, dim glow over everything, turning every shadow into a deep, dark silhouette.I stood in the center of the room, the cold metal of the brass pole pressing against my bare skin. For the first time since I had started working at this club, the lace was gone. I was completely naked, exposed to the elements, with nothing protecting my identity but the intricate silver lace mask tied tightly around my eyes and the long, dark waves of my hair falling over my bare shoulders like a protective cloak.The wealthy client sat deeply in the shadows of the velvet sofa, a fat cigar burning between his fingers. He had a smug, heavy fac

"Your coffee, sir," I whispered.I quickly pulled my shaking hands away from the desk and turned around before he could say anything. My feet moved fast across the thick library carpet. I did not look back. I closed the heavy wooden door behind me and let out a long breath, my back pressing against the wall of the quiet hallway.Mateo watched the door close, his dark eyes fixed on the spot where she had just been standing. He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. There was a strange tension in his chest, a weird pulling feeling whenever that girl was near him. He had to admit, even in that oversized servant apron and with a bruise on her face, she had a fierce, striking look about her. Her eyes were sharp, deep, and far too intelligent for someone scrubbing floors.Stop it, Mateo told himself, shaking his head to clear the thought. He took a sip of the bitter black coffee. She is just a maid. He had only carried her to the guest room because Diego was acting like a total a

The cheap phone buzzed in my apron pocket just as I finished stacking the clean plates. I hurried out to the quiet alley behind the kitchen before answering."Luna, you need to get down here right now," Alejandro’s voice came through the line, loud and impatient. "The weekend crowd is already lining up at the door, and the VIP lounge is booked solid.""I cannot come tonight, Alejandro," I whispered, my eyes darting toward the mansion windows. My cheek still throbbed slightly, and the sheer terror from the night before was still fresh in my veins. "I am tired. Find someone else for the shifts.""Are you crazy?" Alejandro snapped. "You have clients specifically demanding the silver mask. If you skip tonight, you lose your slot, and I won't hold your bonus money. You have a goal, remember? Get your ass down to Club Máscara."The line went dead. I gripped the phone, my jaw tightening. He was right. I had a goal. I needed to focus on my future, on my escape to New York, and on saving every

The world tilted sideways as his hand connected with my face. The force of the slap sent me reeling, my head spinning as I crashed onto the velvet rug. My ears were ringing, and for a heartbeat, I couldn't even breathe. I was in utter shock, my vision blurred by a flash of white-hot pain. I had endured many things in this club, but no one had ever dared to strike me like this.As I pushed myself up from the floor, my hair falling wildly over my eyes, the man moved toward me with a guttural, animalistic grunt. He was towering over me, his naked body looking like a grotesque shadow in the dim red light. He reached down, his hands clawing at the thin mesh of my outfit, his fingers digging into my skin with terrifying intent. He wanted to rip it off. He wanted to take everything.Something inside me finally shattered. It wasn't fear anymore; it was a cold, sharp, dangerous rage. As his hand gripped my shoulder to shove me toward the heavy velvet chair in the corner, I didn't scream. I did