Diego draws back and runs his hand along my torso, as though he is memorizing every inch.
“Are you on birth control?” he questions out of nowhere.
I tilt my head to the side and shake it slightly. Birth control has never been a priority. My periods are light and regular, and I’ve never been sexually active till now. I don’t share all this with Diego though.
Diego’s forehead rests against mine. His gaze burns into me with such intensity. I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking.
“Fuck it. Doesn’t matter.” He kisses me hard and deep, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as his dick plunges deeper inside me. I melt into him, feeling as though we are one. Our hips rub as he hammers me against the mattress. Diego doesn’t stop until I feel him twitching inside me and warmth runs down my thighs.
“Fuck, Princessa, you’re perfect. Perfectly mine,” he growls against my lips, kissing me once more.
I feel deliciously sated and like pure goo. I couldn’t move from this bed if I tried. Between my legs aches with a soreness I never knew was possible, however the pain was worth it. I find I already want him again, but I’m too tired.
His fingers dance across my belly and he lays next to me breathing hard.
“I’ll be right back.”
My eyes flutter as he slides off the bed. I jostle when returns pressing a warm cloth between my legs, gently cleaning me up.
“You need anything?”
“Huh uh.” I yawn and snuggle down into the bed.
“Get some sleep, Sybil. I’ll take you home after breakfast.” Diego’s lips meet mine and my eyes close. Fastening his arm around my center he pulls me into his embrace. We settle in under the covers. His arm and leg draped over my body. I tuck into his side like a perfect fit.
**
Coming to, I go to stretch my arms over my head but can’t. My eyes pop open, and I thrash against the restraints keeping me tied to the bed. Panic seizes me and pain shoots through my chest. My heart is in my throat as I scan the room. The night before becomes a distant memory as I scream. “Diego?!” Even my ankles are secured to the footboard. My body is stiff, and my wrists feel numb.
The bedroom door swings open and he leans against the frame wearing a smirk, watching me with amusement dancing in his blue eyes. He peels a slice from the juicy red apple in his hand with a pocketknife. I hear the fruit crunch between his teeth as he chews.
I pull with my arms again, hoping this is some sort of prank. “Diego, please. What’s the meaning of this?” I croak. Betrayal burns through my veins. I gave him my virginity. I trusted him with secrets I’ve never told a soul. I thought he liked me. I thought we had a connection.
His blue eyes pierce straight through me and then he shatters me completely. “Last night when you said that I was hired to kill you…you were right.” He pops another slice of the apple into his mouth. My head swims with dizziness and he crosses the room as I try to make sense of it all. “I need you to trust me, Princessa.” His traitorous lips press down on my forehead. Tears threaten to fall when a needle stabs me in the neck.
“Diego,” I whisper his name, and my world fades to black dying with my unshed tears.
**
I feel something crawling on me. My mind blanks and I shake my hand. I shift my head back and forth from side to side trying to wake up. I keep dreaming about insects crawling all over my body. I feel sick. My stomach lurches and bile creeps up my throat. Something pricks my skin. Something brushes over my face. I open my mouth to scream but the taste of dirt fills my mouth. I cough and gag, feeling as though I can’t breathe.
I can hear muttered voices, only they sound so far away like they are coming from above me. Darkness surrounds me. I’m so cold. Why am I so cold and stiff? Am I dead? Would I be able to move and think if I were? Probably not. I decide this is a good thing. The whole I’m not dead thing.
My body is lifted. Strong arms grip me. Finally my eyes open. I blink and inhale, catching a whiff of Diego’s cologne. At first, I’m happy he has me only then I remember what he did to me. I remember who he is and who I am. A girl with a target on her back and a price on her head.
I lose consciousness again. I’m drifting in and out of a dreamlike state.
He’s leaning over me. I’m being moved. I blink again. I’m disoriented, but I am smart enough to know I am in a fucking hole surrounded by the soil of the earth. I can smell it.
“Easy, Princessa. It will all be over soon.”
I smack at his hand and attempt to drag myself up the sides of the hole, but all I manage to do is bring more dirt down on my body.
My eyes widen as I realize I’m naked and covered in something sticky and red along with dirt and fucking bugs.
I open my mouth and scream as loud as I can until my throat feels bloody and raw. My tears sporadically fall like leaves in autumn.
Diego drops into the hole and gets hold of me. I jerk against him, even though I’m no match for his strong arms as they cage around me. Against my better judgment I sag against the warmth of his body as my teeth chatter. “It’ll be painless. Trust me, Sybil. You won’t feel a thing, baby.” His traitorous voice soothes me, caressing the shell of my ear like my favorite lullaby. I’m so tired. A needle pricks my skin. His lips kiss my forehead. “Sleep, baby. Sleep. It will all be over soon.”