The Sex Slave

CARLOS

“So you fucking blew his eyes out? What’s your problem?”

Michael is stressed with the whole Minty event. Tony stands in front of me with a smug grin, pleased that our brother has sided with him. I don’t give a fuck—I don’t need backup.

“She’s mine now, for all intents and purposes. I need someone to accompany me to events, and I’m sick of being asked when I’m going to take a wife by all the nosy bastards there.

“If you don’t like it, go and talk to each other about it because I don’t really give a fuck.”

Michael and Tony exchange a look before Michael sighs.

“Just discuss things with us. That’s all we ask.”

I stare at him for a beat before he drops his eyes to the ground. Out of the three of us, I am the youngest. But I have spirit, and I am fearless.

Michael is going soft in his old age, and Tony just tries to be the perfect mob boss. I couldn’t give a fuck.

“I’m going to relax before the gala. Are you done bitching?”

I don’t wait for an answer, turning on my heel to walk toward my quarters. The girl is fucking beautiful, but she is also savvy. I need someone like that, not some ditz who giggles and swoons every time I glance at her.

I’ve had enough of those.

The elevator opens, and I pause at Ria’s door. It’s silent, and despite knowing no one has entry to my quarters but me, I still decide to check on her. Fuck knows why.

The room smells delicious, the scent of peaches and cream greeting me as I walk in.

The dress is hung up neatly on the wardrobe, the jewelry box unopened on the dresser.

And she’s asleep in the bed, her blonde hair is covering her face, and I tentatively move it aside to see her properly.

Her plump lips are parted slightly, her thick lashes resting on her cheeks. There is a reason she is so popular. She looks like an angel.

Her robe has slipped off, revealing her breasts, her chest rising and falling as she sleeps.

I instantly harden and groan inwardly. I have sworn not to fuck her purely because business should remain just that—business. Her eyes flicker open, and I see the fear in them.

“Baby-blue eyes, hair like spun silk, and the body of an angel,” I murmur as she watches me carefully. “It’s believable that I’d marry you.”

She sits up then, making no move to cover herself. Her skin is tanned, her nipples hardening beneath my gaze.

“Thank you.”

Our eyes connect then, and she bites her lip slowly. The small act makes me feel almost dizzy, and I realize she is having quite an effect on me.

The image of that brute forcing himself onto her makes me feel sick, and my hand reaches out to cup her face.

“This is a better existence for you. It’s the closest you will get to freedom.”

Her hand strokes mine, and I stiffen under her delicate touch. “Thank you,” she repeats and lifts her azure-blue gaze to mine.

I’m not sure why, but suddenly, she kisses my hand softly. Her lips brush the skin gently, and I push my thumb into her mouth. She lets out a slight moan.

I drag my thumb away as she pulls me onto the bed. Her movements are slow and determined, and she is driving me fucking crazy.

“You don’t have to do this anymore,” I remind her gruffly, and she nods.

“I know. I want to,” she says, lifting her lips up to mine cautiously. “Do you want to?”

Ah, fuck. The doe-eyed expression, her legs wrapping around my waist. My throbbing cock.

“Yes,” I mutter before kissing her gently. She tastes sweet, and her tongue is dancing eagerly with mine.

I drop my mouth to her nipples, giving them equal attention.

She is arching her back now, her full breasts in my face as I continue to devour her. My hand caresses her slick pussy, and I feel her shudder beneath me when I slowly stroke her clit.

“You do want me.” I smirk as she gives me a delightful smile.

“I do,” she whispers, rocking her hips against my hand as I continue to stroke her.

I realize how much I want her, but not just sexually. The minute I saw her, I knew, but I refused to acknowledge it.

I hated knowing she was fucking other men, but the money she brought in was astounding. But it was when one of her regulars asked if he could buy her at a price that one shouldn’t ever refuse.

But I did.

I made sure she was protected at all times until that bastard Minty began to make his intentions clear. I didn’t think he would deceive me so quickly, but when I caught him—

“What are you thinking about?” Ria asks, her eyes searching mine as I shake my head.

“You.”

Our mouths meet again, and she is soon tugging at my belt eagerly. I decide to embrace it, the attraction between us.

I reach for a condom from the bedside table, which is, of course, fully stocked. Before this room was hers, it was mine, after all.

“I want you to know that this isn’t just a fuck to me,” Ria says while I position myself at her wet entrance.

I glance up at her in surprise as she pulls me closer to her. My cock slides in easily, and she sucks in a breath while I allow her to accommodate me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasp, raising myself to my hands as I thrust into her. The sheets fall away from us, our naked forms writhing together as we make love.

She swings us over expertly so she is on top of me. Her hair covers her nipples as she leans back. I grip her hips, my hands still darker than her tanned skin.

She is insanely talented at what she is doing, her hips swaying in circular movements as she bounces on top of me. I feel close to the edge, but I know I can’t lose it yet.

“I don’t cum, so just do it,” she gasps, as though reading my mind.

I try to resist it, but it’s impossible, my cock kissing the neck of her womb as I explode into her.

She is still rocking against me, and as I look up at her, she smiles softly. “Better?”

I twist us over so she is beneath me, and I pull myself out of her before removing the condom. I toss it into the trash and part her legs.

“No, honestly, I don’t—”

“Yeah, I heard. But you’re going to, or we ain’t leaving this room, darlin’.”

I bury my face into her mound, the faint taste of latex reminding me that I’d just reached the perfect orgasm in this very spot.

My tongue strokes her clit repeatedly as I nibble and suck at her folds. My finger gently plays with her sensitive spot, and she grips my hair into her fists.

“Fuck, Carlos—” she gasps, her body shuddering when I pick up momentum, her hips rocking against my mouth as I devour her.

I flip her over, burying my face in her pussy and ass, my tongue and fingers barraging her simultaneously in both holes.

My other finger is rubbing her clit, and I know she is on the brink of losing control. Her body stiffens, her breath halts, and her juices flood my mouth.

“Let go, baby,” I mumble, not stopping my movements as she lets out a satisfied cry.

I move away slowly, dragging her into my arms as she sobs, years of release clearly flooding her system. I stroke her tears away and turn her to face me.

“I’m sorry. For everything,” I whisper sincerely.

She smiles through her tears. “Why couldn’t we just meet in a bar like normal couples?” she wails before snuggling into my chest.

The realization of what she just called us grips my heart in fear, but I know she is right. We were meant to be together.

“Because I don’t drink. Shall we start again?”

She turns toward me, her eyes filled with concern. “I don’t want to work for you. I want my freedom.”

I exhale then, before knowing what has to be done. “You have it then. I’ll walk you out myself if that’s what you want.”

My chest feels hollow, but I can’t deny her a single thing.

“No. I just wanted to know you’d give it to me if I wanted it. I want you.”

Before I can respond, her lips are on mine, and round two begins. I don’t know about pretending to be my wife, but I’m damn sure she will be one day.