Santiago runs his finger over my bottom lip and my red lipstick slightly smudges.
"Santi," I hiss. He leans down and nicks my bottom lip in return.
"It's Mr. Alvaro to you, secretary," he rumbles. He ran his hand that was resting on my hips down to...
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An hour or two into my nap, incessant knocking on the front door woke me up. Aolani and I aren't behind on our rent and the light bill wasn't due until tomorrow.
I haven't done anything illegal, and I presume Aolani hasn't done anything too risky lately.
When I dragged myself out of bed, I didn't expect Santiago to be standing at the door, seething.
He was confronting me about everything that happened last night. The fact that I lied. He really hated the fact that I lied.
"I knew it. I knew you remembered. But you lied to me. And now you'll be punished."
"P-Punished, how?" I croak.
He gives me a small smirk before grabbing my hips and yanking me forward. My body was pressed against his and even though his face and energy were raging with anger, the lump in his pants told me that he was turned on.
Feeling something. For me.
Something primal was stirring inside of me as different ideas of sexual punishments flared in my mind. I pressed my body closer to his and a low groan escaped his mouth. "Your trouble, aren't you?"
His grip on my hips tightened so hard to the point where I'm sure he's left marks. "Where's your room?"
"T-The right. First door on the right."
He moves away from me and the brush of the cold AC returns. He walks to my bedroom. "I hope you're following me. You wouldn't want to add to your punishment."
My eyes go wide, and I hurry over to my bedroom door.
I'm running so fast that I bumped into Santiago's brick wall of a back. "Ow. Jesus."
"Nice room. It's very...you." That sounded backhanded as hell. "Thank...you."
Santiago spins around to face me and shuts the door behind me. His arm hangs over me and I feel the overwhelming urge to look up at him.
He grips my throat and uses his thumb to push my face even closer to yours. "I wonder what it would be like to taste those perfect lips."
"Y-You can if you want," I breathe out. I don't even realize the words until I say it.
"I should kiss you? Do you think you deserve it?"
"Santi, I had no choice! I was trying to keep my jo-"
"So, what." he grits. "Were you just going to let me roam around, senseless? Watching your every move and daydreaming the way I would love to rip your clothes off and fuck you against the window?"
