“Would you believe me, Se?or Douglas, if I told you I’ve never even fucked the girl myself?”
Actually, this did surprise Colin, but his insides heated with hatred at the man’s attitude of goodwill. Marco Ruiz was the devil underneath. The tempter and tester. A bejeweled serpent. But that wasn’t how he saw himself at all, was it?
“Is that so?” Colin forced himself to ask. “You’ve been missing out, Mr. Ruiz.”
The words were sour on his tongue. As was Marco’s saintly expression. Colin sensed an obstacle coming. If he could keep his emotions and anger in check, he could pass this last fucking test, exchange money, and get Angela out of Spain by nightfall.
“Angel,” Marco said. “Kneel beside Se?or Douglas.”
Colin’s blood pounded hot and hard as Angela moved to his side, never looking up.
“Perla.” Marco moved the girl from his lap to stand, and spoke to her in Spanish. “Pleasure the Se?or for Angel to see.”
It took Colin a few seconds for the words to crash down. Ah, fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Colin felt heavy. He didn’t want to fucking do this. And yet, he made no move to stop the latin beauty as she unbuttoned his cargo shorts.
“Watch, Angel,” Marco commanded, and her head snapped up.
Perla worked his semi-hard cock in her hand until he was fully erect. When her mouth came down over him and Colin moaned, Angela’s eyes flicked up to his face long enough for their eyes to briefly meet.
What he saw there made him groan with lust. Angela’s eyes were filled with the fire of jealousy.
Colin pulled Perla’s head down further onto his shaft, signaling her to move faster and deeper. All the while he watched Angela’s eyes on them, and he imagined it was her mouth around him. The way her small nostrils flared with anger was fucking hot. Colin couldn’t hold back from touching her, but he knew he couldn’t be gentle, so he let out his beast, embracing it one last time.
His hand gripped the back of Angela’s neck, forcing her face up to his.
“Do you wish it was your mouth I was fucking?” Colin asked.
Angela whimpered and closed her eyes.
His hand tightened, forcing her to cry out, “Sí!”
“Do you wish to be owned by me, Angel?”
Her eyes opened now, hitting him in a hot wave before she dropped them to the sight of his blow job. In a quieter voice she answered, “Sí, Se?or.”
Marco chuckled, enjoying the fucking show, no doubt.
Colin released Angela to focus on the ministrations of Perla, and soon he was arching his back and blowing his load into the woman’s throat. He felt satiated and perverted as hell. Guilt kept him from looking at Angela as he tucked himself back into his shorts.
And then Marco spoke. “Angel, Perla. Aquí.”
In that moment the world seemed to slow and stop as Marco motioned Perla to his side, and Angela between his legs. Colin could feel Marco’s eyes on him as Angela’s sweet hands were pulling out the man’s stiff, sad excuse for a cock.
He wanted to vomit when her lips wrapped around the other man’s purpled head. Colin’s orgasm should have calmed him, but he wanted to break shit and wrap his bare hands around Marco’s neck. Then pound his stupid, smug fucking face. Colin must have appeared enraged because he saw Luis’s hand move to rest on his gun. The bodyguard was watching him closely.
“It is hard to share, Se?or, is it not?” Marco said lazily, his hands rubbing Angela’s shoulders, while he eyed Colin with interest. “Try to remember it is for her benefit, to keep her in line and remind her of her place.”
Marco hissed and closed his eyes as Angela picked up the pace. Colin envisioned himself tearing Angela away and killing Marco a hundred different ways. Violent and bloody.
Just as his entire body was twitching to jump up and rip his fucking head off, Marco’s hips jutted upward and he let out a series of short moans. Angela finished him off and sat back on her heels. Marco put his puny shit away, then he got serious.
“Perla, take Angel below deck.”
Colin braced himself, senses alert. The girls hurried away with their heads down, and Luis moved closer. Marco’s eyes bore into Colin and he rubbed his palms together. The man appeared almost nervous now.
“Se?or Douglas, you should be warned that Angel has been a difficult acquisition. She has never lost her sense of self the way a proper slave should. You see…” He cleared his throat, upping the dramatic effect. “Angel is from the U.S., and people are actively searching for her, even now.”
Marco raised an eyebrow and Colin forced his face to slacken in surprise as he said, “I can see how that would make things difficult.”
“Yes. Worst of all, she is still a willful American at heart. We keep her under tight supervision because I would not put it past her to try and escape or make herself known. I’m not sure I would entrust such a liability to a first time owner…especially if she can be tracked back to me.”