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"Es mi decisión!" I growled at my father that it was my decision to take Alba to the fiesta and angrily slammed the laptop in front of me.

I knew he hated me and had from a young age. Knew he questioned everything about me and most of all he hated the whores that surrounded me every night. After all, my decision not to seek a wife was one of the reasons my mother hadn't spoken to me for years, even though there was so much more to it.

"You want to be seen in public with a whore?!" my dad yelled in disbelief and was about to take a step closer to me, but one look from me was enough to make him stop. He now knew what I was capable of and that my tolerance limit was no longer very high.

"You and mom retire and I'll take over the business. That was our deal for handing you Mira," I reminded him of a contract from our past, looking deep into his dark eyes as he nervously said it started straightening his tie. "So let it be my concern who I show up with and leave my house immediately!"

I trembled with rage just at his presence and looked forward to the day of his death, but as long as that bastard was still walking the earth, I guess I'd have to deal with him for as long as I could.

"The last word hasn't been said yet," he suddenly whispered and was just about to turn in my office to the door behind him when I ran around my desk with quick steps towards him and jerked his jacket around to me.

"I don't give a fuck about your last word and I'm glad I keep my mouth shut! Without Mira you would have been dead long ago and you should be ashamed to even invade my home!" I growled at him angrily, tensing every single muscle in mine body.

Father... don't make me laugh... He was nothing in my eyes!

"Now get out before I forget myself!"

His eyes pierced mine, but it wasn't me who stopped the gaze-duel first, it was him. Without saying anything else, he opened the light wooden door and disappeared into the long hallway, where I watched after him until he took the stairs down.

My anger put me in a state that made it impossible for me to endure my life any longer and I quickly went to my bedroom across the street, where Alba was standing at my large wardrobe mirror and seemed to be putting on make-up for the fiesta.

"Hola," she greeted me with a slight smile that seemed more fake than real. Of course she had heard me and my father arguing, but she covered it up skillfully, didn't ask any questions and looked back at herself in the mirror without paying any more attention to me.

Without flattering her, without preparing her for it, without warning her, I slowly walked up to her, putting my hands firmly on her hips so that I could immediately press her against the closet with my body.

"Emilio," she breathed softly, turning her face to the side while willingly spreading her legs apart.

And that's exactly what got me addicted to her.

That willingness was all I asked of a woman, and while I removed a hand from her small waist to unbuckle the belt of my pants, she cupped her hands under her red dress to pull them aside, panting push.

We didn't need any words. I didn't have to impress her, didn't have to talk to her, didn't have to promise her anything, and yet she gave me so much that I was starting to think maybe she really was a woman to marry.

"Do you want me?!" I whispered excitedly into her ear from behind and pressed my cock firmly against her ample ass, which made her moan longingly.

"Yes," she breathed, leaning on the cupboard in front of her with her hands to stretch her pelvis even further towards me.

I wasted no more time and grabbed her long hair with a firm grip to pull her head far back and place my cock right on her wet slit.

"Say it," I demanded in a dark voice and she glanced briefly into mine with her slightly glassy eyes, only to close them and take a deep breath.

"Fuck me," she begged in a trembling voice and immediately I thrust my cock hard into her tight midsection, only to bite her shoulder at the same time, making her scream loudly.

Her panic made me even hornier for her. The screams aroused me in a way I couldn't explain. All I knew was that using them the way I needed to kept driving me.

Again and again I thrust into her with firm, rhythmic thrusts. Watched her face in front of me in the mirror and enjoyed it to the full as she swallowed hard and moaned loudly.

But it still wasn't enough for me. I wanted to feel her even harder, even more of that rush that brought so much desperation but so much passion at the same time.

"Kneel down," I ordered her in a dark voice, pulling my wet-covered cock out of her while she opened her eyes again and dropped to her knees without a word.

Her hands automatically placed themselves on my erection and while I let my head fall back and moaned with pleasure, I suddenly saw this stranger in front of my eyes.

I was so shocked by the thought of her that I quickly looked back down at Alba, who was already sucking my cock and making every effort to do so, but I felt nothing except that I was being absolutely overwhelmed.

"Emilio?", her soft voice tore me out of my thoughts and still completely caught in my delusion, I looked down at her as she held my now limp cock in her hand and apparently didn't know what to do now herself.

Fuck! Something like that had really never happened to me and I cursed this butterfly, which made me lose my otherwise strong sex drive with a delicate flap of wings.

Ignoring Alba, I wrapped my cock back up, frantically buckled my belt, and glanced at myself in the mirror beside me.

My black hair was perfect, as was the three-day beard and my suit, the only thing that didn't fit was myself.

My soul seemed lost, and not just since today, but since the day my father first sold me to his business partners. Ever since the day his friends first touched me where an 8 year old boy wouldn't want to be touched and now after so many years I was just a fucked up motherfucker and that's why I wanted that butterfly in my mind get rid of.

She shouldn't become part of this mess called my life, because she was pure and innocent, not a wreck like me.

"Emilio, is everything alright?" Alba asked cautiously, standing up. I looked at her, recognizing her shaking and knowing that I was causing it, because such stillness never meant anything good for me.

But she was like me... Bad and fucked up. She understood the dark side in me. Accepted her, even if it made her afraid and panicky at times.

"You're not going to the fiesta," I let her know in a menacing voice, walking past her out of the bedroom.

I didn't want her with me, because that day a spark would be enough and I would smash everything to rubble...