Vanessa
After being yanked from my bed in the middle of the night, I find myself sitting in a black SUV beside a psychopathic, egocentric monster.He has fair skin, a chiseled jawline, piercing, sky blue eyes, and a rugged allure that makes him appear both sexy and terrifying. His hair is a gorgeous waterfall of black curls, gracefully framing his face. Dressed in an all-black ensemble, tattoos subtly peek out from beneath his jacket sleeves and adorn his neck, adding to his dangerous persona.We've been driving for at least an hour. My senses are on high alert, my blood pounding in my ears so loudly, I can't hear anything else. I scan the car for a way out, but there isn't one. Even if I manage to find a way to knock this asshole out, I would still have to deal with the man who's driving, and my sister, Alicia, is trapped in the other car. I have no doubt that his men would kill her in an instant if I actually made a move.How could my father do this to us? Five million fucking dollars? I've never even seen anywhere close to that amount of money in my entire life. I knew he was selfish, but he was really stupid enough to think he would get away with stealing that much money from this dangerous man?I'm not sure how to feel knowing he's dead, it's not like he was an active parent. We only saw him once or twice a month when he dropped off groceries. Alicia has been raising me since Mom passed away eight years ago, when I was twelve and she was seventeen. We weren't allowed to leave the house because Dad said it was too dangerous. I just didn't realize that he was the one putting us at risk. I figured he was into some shady shit, but not with men in the fucking mafia.At twenty-years-old, I'm still a virgin. I'm not too sure about Alicia, she was seventeen before we were put on lockdown. Mom actually allowed her have a life, and we were in public school before Dad yanked us out and forced us to finish school online.I tightly grip Mom's urn, fearing that it might vanish. This Dickweed nearly destroyed the only thing I had left of her.I can't believe he was about to kill us until I agreed to be his, "pet". I don't even know what that means, besides the fact it's something sexual. Do I just fuck him when he needs relief? I mean, he said "his" pet, so I assume he's not going to pass me around to all his men...right?"We're almost home, Mama."Mama. Why does every time he call me that, my stomach clenches? What the hell is wrong with me? How could I possibly get aroused by my father's murderer?"I have no home. You just burned it down, dickweed," I mutter bitterly.He grabs my face, squeezing my jaw as he forces me to look at him. "You will learn to respect me, Mascota (pet)."His voice is low and menacing. His eyes resemble the raging sea and I'm about to damn near drown in them. But I don't look away. I may not know the twisted thoughts in his head, but he'll never be able to break me.My voice is unwavering as I say, "Choke on a dick and die."It all happens in a flash. One second, we're locked in a heated gaze, and suddenly, I find myself pinned underneath his powerful body with his hand firmly around my neck. His lips are dangerously close, and I can almost taste the tequila lingering on his breath.I refuse to show him my fear. That's what this sick pervert wants anyway. "Get off of me!" I hiss, venom dripping in my tone.I watch as his jaw tick. "The faster you learn how to behave, the better. I don't wanna have to punish you every day."Punish me? I wish he'd fucking try, so I could kick him in his balls too.The car finally comes to a halt, and the driver utters something in Spanish. Dickweed glances up at the window and sighs. "Ahh, we're home. Ahora eres mío (Now you're mine).""I'm sorry, what the fuck did you just say?"Every time he switches to Spanish, and I don't understand a word he's saying, it terrifies me even more. Damn it, I should've paid more attention in my online Spanish class or watched more Dora as a kid. But it's not like I ever imagined getting kidnapped by a Mexican drug lord.Ignoring my question, he shifts his weight off me before helping me sit up. "Are you going to get out of the car, or do I have to carry you?" he asks in a calm, menacing tone."I'll go willingly," I mumble, and he motions for his driver to unlock the doors. Once I step out, my jaw drops as I realize we've arrived at a massive estate. It's breathtaking, every part of the structure carefully crafted to perfection. It's like something out of a dream.Or my very real nightmare.Vanessa As Alicia gets out of the car, accompanied by two of his men, I make a desperate attempt to get to her, but Dickweed grabs me firmly by the arm. His voice drips with malice, as he warns, "Don't even try it.""Let me go or I'll scream."A mischievous glimmer dances in his eyes. "Try it. Let's see if that helps you at all."I'm tempted to do just that until I glance back at Alicia, who looks like she's about to piss herself, or knowing her...piss herself again. Our eyes lock, and she begins to sob, a new stream of tears cascading down her cheeks."If you fuckers lay a finger on her, I swear I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!" I scream, fighting against his hold, still careful not to drop Mom's urn.He passes me over to the man I heard him call Danny on the way here. Dickweed says something in Spanish that is way too fast for me to even try to decipher, causing panic to grip my chest. I feel my body switch into fight or fight mode as I begin to flail in Danny's arms. But there's
Vanessa The second the words leave my mouth, he forces me onto my knees. Grabbing my hair, he yanks my puff almost painfully as he unbuckles his pants with the other hand and yanks out his dick. I've never seen one in real life before, only in porn, and quite honestly, I'm afraid of it. It's long and thick and there's no way it will fit in my mouth."I-I've never done this before," I stammer, feeling tears brimming in my eyes from the painful burn of my scalp. Dickweed grabs my chin, stroking it as he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. "That's okay, Mama. I knew my pet would need some training." He squeezes my jaw. "Open."I reluctantly obey, feeling a shiver of revulsion crawl down my spine as he spits into my mouth. The thick wad of saliva rests on my tongue, and I fight the urge to gag.Eww, what the fuck? The bodily fluids of other people gross me out, and here this disgusting asshole is spitting into my mouth! How am I supposed to escape this situation, or spit it out wit
Vanessa My eyes flutter open, and I see my captor's face peering back at me. I'm still wearing my pajamas from yesterday when he snatched me from my bed. I breathe a sigh of relief. That means he didn't drug and violate me last night. When I signed that contract last night, it was implied several times that he can just take what he wants, so I was afraid he would act on that last night. He appears to be deeply asleep, warm air blowing against my face with his every soft exhale. This is my chance to escape. I wonder if there's a way I can get out of here without him waking. From what I saw, he only has a few bodyguards. I just have to find Alicia in this huge ass house, and we can escape. I know if I make any noise, I'm fucked, so I carefully roll over onto my other side, my heart pounding like a drum. The movement causes the bed to dip, and I freeze, silently praying it hasn't woken him up as I peer over my shoulder. Good, he's still asleep. I attempt to move again,
VanessaI feel his powerful presence behind me, and I clutch Mom's urn harder as if it could shield me from him. He yanks my hair back, forcing me against his chest. His hand snakes around my neck, his warm breath hot against my skin. "I'm disappointed you weren't in my bed when I awoke. I hope you weren't trying to escape from me, Mama." His voice is calm and low, as if he's just waiting for me to confess my sins so he can revel in my punishment. But I refuse to give him the satisfaction. "I'm sure she knows better than that, Diego. She probably just wanted something to eat," the green eyed man assures him with a smirk. So our captor's name is Diego. That information will be useful for the police report I'll be filing as soon as I get the hell out of here. "Is that true?" Diego asks, his grip on my neck tightening just enough to assert dominance. "Do you usually bring an urn with you to breakfast?" My body betrays me, trembling with fear and an inexplicable heat that po
Vanessa I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that everyone who witnessed my humiliation is gone. "Stand," Diego commands. I glare into his eyes, letting him know just how much I hate his fucking guts as I rise to my feet. The dickweed just smirks back at me. Leading me over to the table, he gestures for me to sit beside him. The older woman smiles and places a full plate in front of him. "Para mantenerte fuerte y saludable (to keep you strong and healthy)," she says. As he thanks the woman serving him, I resist the urge to scoff at his facade. Grandma must be oblivious to the fact that he's a violent, dangerous murderer. "¿Tiene hambre, Senora (Are you hungry, ma'am)?" Staring at me, she patiently awaits my answer to whatever the hell she just asked me. Diego quickly intervenes in Spanish, and she smiles and nods. For a moment, I anticipate that she'll return to the kitchen and grab me some food, but she simply leaves. Well, I guess just fuck me then. No matter how frie
Vanessa "I'm not wearing this," I say defiantly. Unable to hide my grimace, I toss the dress back to him. He chuckles as though I'm merely a tantrum-throwing child. I'm already wearing his stupid collar, now he wants me to put on a stupid dress that is way too short. Dad taught us that only girls asking for trouble wear skirts and dresses. Just imagine if he had seen this one! Diego cocks a dark eyebrow. "Have you never worn a dress before, Mama?" "N-No. And I don't need to wear one. I'm not the whore you're trying to turn me in to!" I assert, feeling my cheeks flush. A shadow crosses over his face. "And who called you a whore?" I ignore the question. "You said you weren't going to pimp us out. So, why are you making me dress like a whore?" I ask, my voice rising in fear and anger. "I already told you that you're all mine, Mascota. My club is upscale, so dressing casually will make you stand out." He rises from the bed and adjusts his black suit jacket. "Why don't yo
Vanessa My arms are tightly folded against my chest as I turn my attention back to the window. "Vanessa." My head snaps back in his direction. "What?" I growl, annoyed at myself for even acknowledging him. His gaze becomes gentle, like a calm ocean. "I'll make sure you're safe and well taken care of while you're with me." His words ignite a flicker of emotion in me, but I push it away. I don't need anyone to save me, especially not someone like him! "Take care of me? Please!" I scoff. "You're just another power-hungry control freak. I can't wait for these six months to be over." He lets out a loud sigh, his eyes boring into mine. "Once I can trust you, you'll have more freedom. But for now, you're a risk," he says firmly. "But you're taking me to your club?" I'll find a way to escape, and once I do, he won't be able to track me down. I'll change my identity and start fresh in a new country. Anything to never have to see his face again. As if he can read my mind, he
Diego "Have you found out where the fuck my money went?" I growl, fixing a menacing glare at the small, tan man before me. My money has been missing for a month now. Five million dollars is nothing to me, but if you allow something like that go unanswered, it sends the wrong message to our enemies. As the head of the family, I can't allow that to happen. Brian adjusts his glasses nervously. "N-No, Mr. Reyes, not yet. He made sure it was untraceable," he stammers. Leo leans back in his chair and yawns, throwing me an annoyed look. "We're never going to find it at this point, Diego. I'm almost positive he sent it to the Russians, but they refuse to meet with us. I don't believe that's just a coincidence." "If they won't meet with us, we'll make sure they get a warning they won't miss. No one steals from me and gets away with it," I say through gritted teeth. "Uh, how would you like to do that, Sir?" Brian asks. "I want to know everything. Who they are, where they live, every singl