"...no...it hurts...remove...it.."

"Better?" Alfredo asked only inserting the tip of his manhood.

"...no..." Mila pouted below him with her thighs spread in front of him. She did not want him to think, she was being a child. It genuinely hurt, she was as aroused as could be when she woke up in his arms with his hard on pressed against her. For a moment all Mila felt was her hormones raging with want. This man had a body to devour, running her hand down his chest was what led to this scene. He woke up devoured her lips to no end. Kissing her torturously until she begged for him to fuck her. They did not know what time it was but Alfredo could tell these were the early hours, the sun was beginning to rise.  As Mila stared at his face, perfectly sculpted down to his Adam's apple. Alfredo had actually been awake for a while before Mila. He watched her sleep, besides that the noise in the area was relentless. He wondered how Mila was able to sleep peacefully unbothered by the caterwauling downstairs. From the screeching and hooting of cars to drunk men yelling profanities and screaming, probably someone having sex up stairs or below their floor? Noted the walls must have been very very thin. Alfredo could make out a person walking up and down on the upper floor of Mila's apart. Was this the New York life? Never had he ever experienced such.

"We need to get lube."

"I've never had to use lube before." Mila told him, a bit embarrassed. It was not that big, perhaps she only felt extra sensitive as her period was approaching? She should have know Mexican men were above average in this department.

"Just until you can get used to my size." Mila felt embarrassed. Clearly he had came here for nothing. Being understanding Alfredo spoke up. "I did not come here for sex."

"Then why are you here?"

"I had to see you..." He replied running a hand through his locks. Without saying another word, he put his manhood back in his boxers that hung low on his waist. Mila could not deny this man was absolutely stunning, as attractive as could be. Maybe that is the reason why Mila have him benefit of the doubt. Allowed him into her home when he was a stranger. It was true, attractive people could easily get away with anything and be trusted just as easily. Who would have thought Ted Bundy was a nymphomaniac serial killer? Semi-hard, Alfredo was not that bothered at all. Mila closed her thighs before she could move away, Alfredo pulled her panties up for her. He thought she was simply stunning. He wanted to lick strawberries and chocolate off her smooth caramel skin. The way she looked at him, with curiosity brought him down to a brim of desperation.

"...something about this reminds me of my first time." Mila said with a nervous laugh. Alfredo cuddled her as he listened. "I was very dry not ready at all, a warning would have been nice but he kept on going; it hurt so much. I swore, I thought I'd die..." laughing was her coping mechanism. Alfredo did not laugh. It was not funny, forced intercourse was not funny.

"Why did you not tell him to stop or leave?"

Leave? Mila thought. As if she had that option. Her family would have received the forfeit. She knew that she could not deny him what he wanted, she did not try to be difficult either. Hoping she would return home like nothing had happened. Return and pretend it did not happen. That wasn't the case, the whole village labeled her tainted. It proved hard to socialize or be seen anywhere. Everyone knew, with belief that the Molinero's curses and misfortunes would dawn on the virgin, the day they were intimate with the Molinero heir. No one wanted to be near her, not even her family.

"Tell him to stop? I doubt he would have."

"Why did you not leave?" He added, Mila looked at him and shook her head slowly. He would never understand what exactly happened and why it happened. She would never tell him the full story either, he was Mexican. If she told him that she was the virgin sacrifice, he would be out of the door in seconds. She wanted him to leave but not in that way. Moreso she was afraid yet again someone would remind her that she had been with the devil intimately. Reminders that she was cursed from that day on. Was she really? Had her life came spiraling down that very same week of her rape. At times she wondered how different everything would have been. Many people deal with sexual trauma differently. Her? She became hyper sexual. She did not care for intimacy, sex was just sex it meant nothing to her not even with her previous boyfriends. A provoking thought had always crossed her mind, since the Molinero's had planned to ruin her for everyone and everything she valued in life. The least they would have done was let their son use protection. Maybe just maybe she wouldn't have gone down even more shame, regardless it was not something she wanted or wished to discuss, it was her past and she preferred it behind her.

Laughing to hide how much it still bothered her. She replied. "It does not matter, it happened and there's not so much I can do about it."

The reason why everyone told her she was cursed because she slept with the devil was because the ritual in itself was meant to cleanse their son from the misfortunes of their blood money. A virgin thought to be pure would cleanse him on his 18th birthday before he fully took over; a trial he had to face before taking over. It deemed him superior, taking someone's purity that is.

'I will kill this man.' Alfredo thought to himself. The thought that someone had hurt her this badly, it made him very upset. He did mean to be overprotective but it was hard when she became emotional.

"I apologize for reminding you of that scene..." he added softly.

Mila had been with many men, they all fit inside her without any pain. Alfredo reminded her of her first time because it was bigger than average. He stretched her to full capacity. That night when they hooked up, she must have had too much alcohol to not feel it. She felt it the next day. Walking normally proved hard to too.

"How was yours?" She asked wanting to change the subject. With a subtle smirk, he looked her... caressing her cheek. "It was the usual." He gave her a peck on the lips. Refraining from speaking too much about it.

"Oh..." she replied.

"I was inexperienced and did not know what to do. It was... I think I only lasted a minute in. She was so skintight. I found it hard to even insert it. It was embarrassing." with the cameras watching Alfredo thought. He had to manly and roughly to prove to his father that he could do this.

Mila laughed. "Granted it was your first time, it had to be embarrassing."

Something about the way Mila had her thighs open for him earlier reminded him of her. The similarities between their bodies and skin tone, ofcourse he has never seen her face but— clearly she was getting to him. It had to be the guilt. He needed to understand the girl was no more, he needed to stop seeing her in every woman he was intimate with.

"I suppose."

There was silence between them, some sort of content stillness in each other's arms. "What do you do?" She asked out of curiosity.

"Property, real estate among those lines."

"Oh... it must pay a lot."

"Sometimes..."

"Come on, you live in a presidential suite and you have a Rolex laid on my bedside. No sir, blue jeans and pizza aren't going to fool me into thinking you're an average Tom, dick and Harry with a 9-5. Plus body guards, where are they today?"

"Property and real estate, that's what my family does." He added playing with the curls in her hair.

"Right, well not even Tom Cruise needs a body guard."

"Let's just say my family is well known."

In a sarcastic tone. "Oh goodness does that mean I will be in the paper. Headline : Playboy at it again."

Mila laughed, so did Alfredo he couldn't help himself. There was some innocence, playfulness and naivety about her. He needed that in his life.

"Doubt that, most papers aren't allowed to publish what I haven't approved of. My family's PR team sues very quickly."

"Oh, sounds nice."

He nodded putting a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked away from his eyes, not being able to keep eye contact. His grey orbs had this intimidating aura.

"Would you like to dine with me at my suite tomorrow night?"

"I will be working." She replied quickly.

"The night after?"

"Same, working... but I know someone who'd love to—" In this instance she knew Pat would be very happy to have him.

"No, hermosa if I wanted a woman to entertain. I would have had her in my bed but I do not want that. That's why I am here."

Mila felt awakward. "Uh...I honestly do not know what you want from me. What you see in me? I'm not into men of your stature. I learnt from my bestfriend's mistakes." Thinking of Della, she noted how shevsaid Andre had scouted her until she eventually said yes. Mila had no desire to entertain a man full time. The sex was essential but having a boyfriend? It did not really excite her, it was not something she needed or wanted.

"Men of my stature?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Filthy rich."

"Why's that? I'd like to assume that's every woman's dream. Not that I am 'filthy rich'..."

"No need to be humble, you're of the moneyed. It reeks off you from your cologne to everything." Mila scoffed. "It might not seem like much but I love my life. The life I've made for myself. I do not want a man to show me what I have been missing. To shower me with expensive gifts and so on."

"Of course, I can respect that."

Mila nodded. In her mind she assumed they had come to an agreement that they would not be doing anything together. This had to be the last time she saw him. Mila did not want a ruckus, she loved her simple life. Besides being with rich men would only have you end up like Della. They'd shower your poor self with money and gifts then later claim and certify you a gold digger. She preferred an average man would could take her to taco bell and have a simple life. Alfredo did not see it that way, the more he saw her and learnt more about her... the more he wanted her.

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