Punished (Calavera Hotels #1)

Chapter Twenty Adrian

I’m walking around, doing maintenance in a few of the rooms, when I see Bryan walk in. Thalia had messaged me earlier to let me know he was going to be here, but I wasn’t sure if I would actually see the motherfucker. He’s wearing a suit and walking like a stick’s been shoved up his ass, his hair combed to the side. I laugh to myself. He’s changed, but not by much. He still looks like the same hijo de papi he’s always been. The golden boy living off Mommy and Daddy’s fortune. I watch as he meets his parents in the lobby, and they walk together to the event venue.

The venue has several doors you can use as an entrance. I peek through one and watch as Enrique shows them around the place. I get closer, so I can hear what they’re saying, but just as I move to another entrance, I realize I’m not the only one trying to spy. Mireya is hiding behind one of the doors, and she looks nervous as she tries to listen in.

Rage washes over me. Why the hell is she still concerned with what Bryan is doing? I walk over and she looks up when she hears my footsteps. She backs away from the door and walks toward me.

“Adrian. What are you doing here?”

“I work here. What exactly are you doing here?” I cross my arms over my chest and wait for her reply.

“I was just looking for Enrique.” Lies.

“I’m sure he’s in here,” I say and walk toward the door, but she stands in front of me.

“No. It’s okay. I’ll find him later.”

“What don’t you want me to see?”

“It’s nothing,” she says, as she starts that nervous habit of playing with her bracelet. I wrap my hand around her throat as I push her into the wall.

“Are you lying? You know you get punished for lying,” I growl.

There’s something about the way her pulse beats beneath my hand. Her eyes bulge as I tighten my grip, and she shakes her head furiously as a whimper escapes her mouth.

I drag her down the hall to a utility closet. I was just in there, so I know it’s empty, and if I’m lucky, there are ropes.

“What are you doing?” she asks once I close the door behind us and lock it.

“Why? Are you afraid of me?”

“No.” She bites her bottom lip. “I know you would never hurt me. At least not intentionally.”

“Really?” I watch her hands wrap around the stacked shelves behind her, using them for support, as I stalk closer to her. “Let’s try this again,” I say. “Why were you spying on Bryan? And don’t lie to me.”

Her eyes widen. I’m inches from her, standing toe to toe, and I can hear her breathing accelerate.

“I was just curious to see what he and Diana were planning for the engagement party.”

“Fuck Diana and Bryan.” I laugh maniacally at the thought. These two found paradise in bringing me down. The fucking audacity. At first, I’m pissed that they found happiness while I was in jail, but then something comes over me when I think Mireya might actually be jealous it’s not her marrying Bryan.

“And you’re jealous it’s not you and the golden boy getting married?”

She shakes her head, but I’m not focused on her denial. I’m focused on her breathing and the way my body is reacting to her.

I slowly let my mouth graze against her jawline and down her neck .

“Adrian.” She lets out a small moan, her eyes aligned with mine. They radiate with the same fiery lust.

“I’m going to devour every inch of you. I’m going to have you screaming my name, and when I’m done, you won’t remember anyone’s name but mine.”

I pull her shirt up and rip off her bra. When her breasts fall out, I grab them. She’s always been blessed in that department. Her tits are big and perky, and right now, they are all mine. I squeeze her nipple and she whimpers.

I grab the other nipple and pinch it. She whimpers again, but arches her back when I pull away. She wants more. The other night, when I was spanking her, she wanted more, too.

“Do you like when I punish you, diosa?” I bring my mouth down to her nipple and let my tongue circle over it.

“Yes,” she moans. I take her nipple between my teeth and bite down gently. I want to mark every inch of her. I want every Bryan, Brandon, and fucking Benjamin on this side of Texas to know she is mine. I continue to suck on her nipples, her chest, and neck, leaving marks across her. Claiming what’s mine. I pull down her pants and rip off her panties. She gasps, and I pick her up and set her bare ass on the metal steel of the utility rack behind her. She’s completely naked in front of me. The body of a goddess .

I shove her panties in her mouth and reach for the duct tape above her. Her eyes go wide as panic fills her body.

“Shhhhh.” I cup her face. “Do you trust me?”

She nods.

“Good girl. I promise you’ll like this.”

I find the rope I was looking for and tie her wrists to the bars of the utility rack.

“Breathe through your nose. If it gets to be too much, tap your hand against the bar and I’ll stop.” Once I have secured the restraints on both wrists, I scan her entire body.

“Spread your legs wide,” I say, and she balances on her ass, spreading her thighs apart for me. A fucking masterpiece. Her shaved pussy is already soaking. I run my knuckles over her hard nipples, over her stomach, and then over her clit. I plunge my index and middle finger inside her and feel her wetness devouring my fingers. I slowly thrust them inside her as my thumb circles her clit. I can hear her muffled moans under the duct tape.

“You like that? You want another one, my little slut?”

Heat rushes to her face, and I add another finger, stretching her. She thrusts into them, begging and pleading like her body depends on it. Her arms fight against the restraints as she tries to thrust herself into my fingers. Her eyes begging me to make her cum .

“Not before I get a taste,” I say, as I throw her legs up, angling her so her bottom half is tilted and the restraints pull tighter. I lower my head and lick her soaking cunt. She tastes so good. I was planning to take this slow, but her taste alone makes me mad with need. I scrape my front teeth along her clit, moving her arousal into my mouth. She is so wet. I squeeze her ass, bringing her closer. I can’t get enough. The smell, the taste, I want it all.

She becomes feral, bucking and pulling on the restraints. I quicken my strokes, licking faster, plunging three fingers back into her and nibbling on her clit. Her body convulses as she rides my face. When her orgasm hits my mouth, I suck in every bit of it, eager to not miss a single drop. I keep licking and sucking on her clit as she rides out her orgasm. Her muffled cries filling up the room. I remove the duct tape and remove her panties.

“This is how sweet your pussy tastes,” I whisper on her lips, then drive my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues swirl, and she’s still panting as she tries to catch her breath. I remove the restraints and help her off the utility rack as her body regains composure.

“Adrian,” she says through deep breaths. She leans against the utility rack behind her for support.

“Thanks for lunch,” I kiss her forehead, and turn to leave, but not before I catch her ear-to-ear smile.