“I don’t hate you. Raúl, please—”
“Don’t lie!” I bellowed, my tenuous calm ripped to shreds by her continued attempts to deceive me. “No more lies. Not one more fucking word.”
A broken sob wracked her body, triggering an answering pang in my chest.
No mercy. I wouldn’t be fooled again. I wouldn’t fall for her pretty lies.
She’d betrayed me, deciding that my death was an acceptable trade for her freedom. I’d been an idiot to forgive that. I’d been stupid to convince myself that she wasn’t a deceptive little snake.
All because she’d made me feel like she cared, like she saw something good in me.
My fury was sharpened by an edge of pain.
No mercy.
“Do not run from me.” My snarled edict was nearly drowned out by the merciless crack of my hand on her ass, followed by her ragged cry.
Every time my hand connected with her soft flesh, her lush body jolted over my lap, stimulating my dick. Her soft curves rubbing against me heightened my most savage instincts. I craved to free my cock, rip away her panties, and drive into her wet heat.
The power behind my blows softened, and my palm lingered against her enflamed skin after each slap, pressing the brand of my touch deeper into her tender flesh. My maddened rage at her escape attempt developed into perverse, possessive hunger. The feel of her squirming and shaking in my iron hold overtook my mind; my entire world centered on the perfect bounce of her curvy ass beneath my hand and the cruel pleasure of her thrashing hips teasing over my throbbing cock.
As my blows slowed, her harsh cries roughened to deeper, gasping moans. Between slaps, my fingers began to explore her burning flesh, caressing the curve of her ass. Her overheated skin pebbled beneath my callouses, and her thrashing regulated to a steady, undulating motion of her hips.
When she pressed into my erection, I grabbed her cunt, anchoring my fingers just above her clit. I ground my palm against her labia, and she arched to press deeper into my hand.
“I knew you’d be like this,” I rasped, barely aware I was speaking the words aloud.
Testing her, I rotated my palm against her pussy. I groaned at the wash of desire that soaked the cotton barrier between us.
My cock strained against my jeans, aching to get inside her.
I gritted my teeth and denied my most primal urges. Marisol had deceived me. She’d tried to run from me.
“You won’t get to come for a long time, corderita,” I promised darkly, continuing to stimulate her cunt. A soft, broken sound shuddered from her chest, and she rocked her hips into my harsh grip. “That’s it. Suffer for me.”
“Raúl…” My name was a low, anguished moan.
I shifted her slightly, so I could work my belt free. My dick throbbed, but I wrestled for control of my worst urges. The torture of self-denial only sharpened my cruel plans for her. If Marisol was experiencing even a fraction of the painful lust that tormented me, I’d force her to languish in it. I wanted to look into her dark, desperate eyes as she whimpered my name and begged for release. I wanted her fully under my control, bound to my will.
She wouldn’t try to run from me again. Not after today.
She tensed at the whisper of leather against denim as I pulled my belt free, but I didn’t intend to whip her. I shifted her off my lap and rolled her onto her back. Immediately, she tried to push up onto her elbows, but I grabbed her wrists with a warning growl. I pressed my chest close to hers, pinning her into the dirt as I drew her arms over her head.
She wriggled beneath me, but she focused more effort on rubbing her tits against me rather than trying to pull free from my hold. I’d fantasized about her full, perfect breasts during her time as my untouchable hostage. Now, I could do whatever I wanted, touch her however I wanted. I had Marisol all to myself, and I could fully indulge my most wicked desires.
I looped my belt around her wrists, binding them together before securing the leather around a strong sapling. She was thoroughly trapped, and now, I had both hands free to explore the lush little body that’d tempted me almost to the point of madness.
“All mine.” Slowly, I traced the contours of her curves, learning the feel of her hourglass shape as I laid claim to every delicious inch of her flesh.
She shuddered and whimpered, but her eyes were dark with need. Dirt shadowed her cheek, and I brushed it away with my thumb, caressing her fragile features.
“Raúl…” My name left her rosebud lips on a strained whisper, a desperate plea.
I lowered my face to hers, so we exchanged each panting breath. “What do you want, corderita?” I purred, trailing my free hand over the swell of her breasts to tease her hard nipples through her dress. “Do you want to be released? Or do you want me to stroke your hot cunt until you come all over my hand?”