I know it isn't a threat, it's nothing but the truth and as he continues to abuse my body, I have no choice but to endure it.
He releases my hair and my head starts to drop but he catches it, shoving his fingers into my mouth. They're thick, salty, and absolutely filthy. I gag on them as he pushes them further inside until he's fucking my mouth just as thoroughly as my pussy.
"Let me hear you," he says as his fingers continue to invade my mouth.
I gag again, my eyes rolling back in my head when it feels like I'm going to vomit. I hack, bile rising in my throat but he pulls his fingers back before I empty out my stomach. I dumbly think it's in sympathy but I quickly realize I'm mistaken when he lets out a grunt before I feel him spilling inside of me.
He pulls out of me, giving me a rough slap on the ass.
"Good little mouse," he mutters and I hear him climb to his feet but it feels like I can't move. "You took my dick good. Next time you disobey me though, I won't take it so easy on you."
Easy?
He calls raping me in a nasty alleyway taking it easy on me.
The bile doesn't stop in my throat this time, spilling out onto the concrete in front of me. The putrid scent hits my nose but I only feel numb to it and the pain in my throat.
A small flicker of light fills the alleyway. I turn my head, finding Maximo leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his hand. He's fixed his clothes back up, not a thing out of place, not even a stray hair. His gaze only roams over me as he continues to smoke as if the events that just happened are only a figment of my imagination.
"Got a little something on your face," he says, pointing to a spot beside his lip. I continue to stare at him with my mouth opened wide. He shakes his head before striding forward and squatting down in front of me. He wipes a finger over the corner of my mouth before pushing it between my lips. At the bitter, acidic taste of my own vomit, I almost get sick again. "Perfect," he says before climbing back to his feet. He goes in his pocket and a flash of red catches my eyes, drawing my attention to the panties he ripped off of me.
He moves behind me, trailing the fabric over my still exposed slit before he shoves the panties inside of me. "That should keep you from trailing a mess all over the club," he says, stepping away from me. "Now go on, little mouse before my brother sends Enzo or Vito to come find you. I don't need them ruining my high." I glance at him, watching as a smoke cloud forms from his cigarette. His brown eyes meet mine. "Oh, and merry fucking Christmas."