Page 2 of Trapping His Angel

“You mean because my father is the head of the Venezuelan Cartel?” I clarified numbly.

“Hm, I was thinking with your roots,” he shot me a pointed look. “You’d already know how to do this. Your people have spirit, don’t they?”

I would not call him racist to his face. That would catch me a punishment, but just because I was half Latina, didn’t mean that I had some kind of generic fiery temper for him to get off on.

Part of me wanted to kick his ass, but growing up in the shadows held me back, hidden like a terrible secret, and I guess I was, in some ways. I refused to let him see anything ugly in my personality, giving him no chance to blame myrootsorhome training,like he had since the moment they shipped me off to this godforsaken tomb.

“No, mypeople,as you so eloquently put it, don’t all know about these things.”

He snapped his fingers like he’d had a eureka moment. “I’m just saying, with a whore as a mother, shouldn’t you excel in these classes? Are you trying hard enough?”

I ground my teeth together to hold back my tongue. “I guess.” I shrugged.

“Kids these days. Well, I’m going to have to put you in sped-up classes. Your family, along with your soon-to-be husband, are not fans of this report card and neither am I.” He put on his ‘I’m so disappointed in you’ look.

He shuffled some papers around and then stood. I knew not to get up. He would tell me what he needed from me. He walked towards me and unbuckled his belt, a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded.

I didn’t. I wouldn’t. His foul appendage dangled weakly in my face, and all I could think of was to bite it off. The last time I attempted that, was the first time he sent me to the tombs though. I couldn’t go back down there.

For now, I sat.

He chuckled, his menacing presence over the top of me like a plague. “You think you’re being brave right now.” He leaned forward, his halitosis breath wafting in my face, nauseating me. “You’ll regret that.”

I shivered in my seat, but if this was the last act of defiance, then I was damned sure going to make it count. I was almost an adult. If he killed me now, my father wouldn’t be too pleased, not when the Cartel almost had everything in their reach.

He pinched my cheeks, trying to force my mouth open, but I wouldn’t budge. He swung my face back and forth, losing his temper, then he slapped me.

“Open your fucking mouth!” He screamed in my face, spittle hitting my eyes.

I kept it closed.

He took a step back, then went over to his desk and reached inside a drawer. He withdrew a vial filled with an iridescent, blue substance.

My father had talked about creating this drug, but I didn’tthink he had finished it. Last I heard, it had broken down in the lab, and the effects lasted thirty minutes at best, before the body metabolized it.

He lifted his head and inhaled deeply, as he inserted the needle into his veins. I couldn’t hear anything over my racing heartbeat. This was going to hurt. He could go for hours, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

“Once I finish satisfying myself, I’m going to break you,” he warned. “Your, what do you girls call her? Yoursistercannot protect you now,” he added.

I gulped, and he walked toward me. The drug was already taking hold. I jumped out of the chair, but it was too late. He caught me around the waist and I kicked out, screaming.

“No!”

His cock was hard against my back as he chuckled. “Don’t fight me now.” He slammed me on the floor.

I tried to squirm away, reaching for nothing, as there wasn’t anything on the floor to fight back with. I lifted my leg and tried to kick out, but he bore his weight down on top of me.

“Please stop,” I begged.

He ripped my clothes off, and shoved himself deep inside me with no hesitation. I screamed, and he laughed loudly above me. “No one cares, but you will submit to me, and be my little fuck toy.”

I couldn’t get away, but I screamed until my voice grew hoarse. I held onto my fight for hours, as he assaulted every hole. He turned me every which way but loose. He tore me apart.

As he thrust into my ass for the third time, I stared at the floor. My tears had dried long ago. I kept trying to kick out weakly. He laughed, and called me all kinds of names, as he forced his cock inside of me.

It burned so much.

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