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Never give up on the things you want, babe.

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CHAPTER XXV

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“YOU BEAT UP Miguel?”

I rolled my eyes and turned away from the dishes I was doing.

“Who told you?”

“Nobody,” Lucie answered quickly, obviously not wanting to tell me the truth.

I wasn't going to pry for it either. I didn't care enough.

She stood next to me for a few seconds as I ignored her presence and went back to washing dishes.

“Well...”

“Well what?”

“Well what happened? I want to know,” she almost whined, making me cringe back.

“That's unfortunate because I don't want you to know,” I bit back at her, but she didn't take the hint and move on like I wanted her to.

“I've got a message for you, but I'm only going to tell you if you tell me what happened.”

I paused and looked at her in absolute disbelief. She was twenty-something years old. A good few years older than me and she was still acting like a three-year-old child.

Shaking my head, I shut off the water. “It's boss, isn't it? He wants me, right?” I asked, using my initiative to guess what she wouldn't tell me.

One of them would obviously want to see me after the stunt I had pulled earlier that day. I was just surprised it didn't happen sooner.

“How did you know?” she asked foolishly as I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest, not caring that soapy water from the sponge was dripping onto my uniform.

“Which one? Daniel or Lucien?”

“D-Daniel. He's in his room.”

I nodded at her and gave her a small, fake smile before pushing the sponge into her hand. “Thank you.” And then I was off.

I marched through the halls until I was directly in front of Daniel's door, not having to open it as it was already wide open. I stepped in quietly, wanting to get this whole thing done and over with because I was still pissed at his father.

Daniel was sat in the same armchair he was sitting in when he was speaking to Celeste with a glass of water in one hand and his phone in his other.

I stood by, biting down on my lip as I contemplated what to do. Obviously he hadn't noticed me, so how could I make my presence known?

“Come here.” Apparently, I didn't have to.

His eyes remained fixated on his phone as I shuffled my way across the room, letting my sock clad feet scuff against the wooden floor in my own shame. I left the door open, only realising that I had when I was more than half way across the room. And even then, I was too far gone to turn around.

I stopped in front of Daniel, but he didn't look up at me and I felt my stomach drop. I felt disappointed in myself because I had made him angry. He probably didn't like me anymore.

I got down onto my knees, ready to start begging and grovelling for forgiveness when he suddenly put his phone away and looked up to meet my gaze. What surprised me though was the small amused smirk on his lips.

It was either he found something that I couldn't see funny, or he was more psychotic than I had originally thought. It stayed like that for a minute, my heart speeding up the longer he continued looking at me with his same amused eyes.

“Who do you belong to, Araceli?” he asked finally, putting my heart at ease, but making my stomach flip at the sound of his deep, humoured voice.

I tilted my head to the side, my brows furrowing as I tried to answer his question.

Nobody? Myself? To the cartel perhaps if what he was doing was testing my loyalty? I had no idea what to expect with each answer. Any of them could be right or wrong depending on the time the question was being asked.

And what did my punishment have to do with who I belonged to? I didn't belong to anyone.

“My... self?”

Daniel let out a snort of laughter as he leaned closer into me and took my chin in his hand. I placed my hand on his thigh to help me keep my balance and stared up at him, hoping he would catch the silent pleading in my eyes. “And...?”

“And...” I trailed of pathetically, “I don't know.”

This one actually made him chuckle, only making me all the more confused.

“Me,” he finally answered, bringing his hand down to my neck and applying a bit of pressure as if, in a way, chastising me for not knowing. “You belong to me.”

“I'm yours?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around his words as he bit his lip and scanned his eyes all over my face. His thumb softly caressed my chin and his eyes met mine again.

“Say that again,” he demanded, a serious look in his eyes. “Without the question.”

“I'm yours.”

“Exactly. You're mine.”

He then pulled me up so my lips could meet his and didn't even hesitate to immediately pry my lips apart and slip his tongue between them.

“T-The door is open,” I stuttered, attempting to pull away from him as he kissed down my jaw. “Someone might see.”

He rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat, leaving me to either get up or continue kneeling there for whatever reason I had. And a reason I did have as my shopping trip with Anna suddenly popped back into my head.

With a shy smile, I rubbed small circles onto his thigh with my thumb and looked up to him with wide eyes. Due to my unusual light-coloured eyes, it was easy for them to look bigger than they really were and so pulling off the innocent look was effortless for me.

Daniel, though, saw right through my act and narrowed his eyes at my sudden change in demeanour.

“I really want to go somewhere on Saturday,” I began, looking down as if I was nervous or something.

“Then go.”

“I would,” I continued, looking back up at him, “but my off day is on Sunday and La Bruj—” I cut myself off, shaking my head at my mess up, “Margaretta won't let me change it this week.”

The humour returned as he watched me closely. “And what do you want me to do about that?”

“I was thinking that maybe you could talk to her. I mean you're her boss. She has no other option than to listen to you.”

“And why should I do that?”

I paused, not really knowing why exactly I expected him to help me out. But with a small shake of my head, I only smirked up at him and inched my hands further up his thigh.

“You should do it because I'm willing to pay the price,” I said, letting my hand just briefly brush between his legs before bringing it back down to his inner thighs.

“You're going to have to convince me,” he said, playing along as I smiled up at him.

“Come here.”

“I'm already here.”

“No,” I rolled my eyes and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. “Come here.” I pulled him down to my height until our lips touched and he reacted quickly, bringing his hand to brush my curls out of the way.

I didn't stay kissing him long because I was more eager to suck Daniel's dick than he was to get his dick sucked by me. I placed small kisses along his jaw, only properly sucking and biting his skin when I reached his neck; intentionally leaving lovebites.

I placed my hand over his crotch, grabbing him through his jeans and softly massaging him as I continued my agonisingly slow journey down his body.

His breath came out uneven and I felt his left leg jump and kick me a bit as he grew in my hand, making my lips perk upwards in satisfaction. It was good to know that I could make him just as uncomfortable as he loved to make me.

I trailed my other hand up his shirt, finding there was no point in kissing his torso with it on and began to fumble with the zipper on his jeans. It didn't take long until I had him unzipped and as I pulled down his boxers, his semi-hard cock sprang out from its constraints and almost slapped me in the face.

I let out a quiet giggle that I hoped he didn't hear and quickly wrapped my hand around him, finding that the task was more difficult than one would think. It was either I had smaller hands than I originally believed, or Daniel had a thick cock.

Considering how he regularly stretched out my pussy, I didn't doubt that it was the latter.

I worked my hand up and down his hard member, letting it become fully erect and basking in his low moans before finally bringing my lips to his tip and slowly pushing him into my mouth.

“Fuck, Araceli.”

Something in me tingled at his words, and a zap of electricity travelled down my spine as I scrunched my toes up and pressed my legs together.

His hand gripped my hair, close to my scalp and helped guide me down his shaft, forcing me to take him as far down as I could. His tip hit the back of my mouth and I forced down a gag as I slowly came up and let my hand take care of the rest of him.

I saved the teasing for a later date because the door was wide open and I didn't want anyone walking in on us. I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked him in my mouth as if he was my favourite lollipop flavour that had been off the shelves since I was five.

His moans fueled my fire, both the one that kept me motivated enough to ensure he came into my mouth and the one that had been brewing within me ever since he called me his. And not even my dripping wet pussy could put them out.

“You're so good,” he moaned, making me clench around nothing as he gently pushed my hair out of my face and held it in his hands in a messy ponytail. “You're such a good girl.”

There was something about him saying that; calling me a good girl that made me want to come undone entirely. I think it only worked for Daniel, but even at that, all I wanted was for him to say that I was. All I wanted was for him to say that I had done him right and I made him feel good.

I cupped his balls in my hand, massaging them softly as he let out a strained moan. He gripped my hair painfully tight and gritted his teeth together, and once I looked up and our eyes met, that was the moment I knew he was going to leave me thoroughly happy for the rest of the day.

“I'm going to cum,” he alerted in case I wanted to pull away, but I only hummed around his dick and sucked harder.

Around half a minute later, I heard him curse out lowly before jets of his warm cum hit the back of my throat. I felt my pussy clench again as I made sure to milk him of every drop, not stopping until I did. He shivered at my touch and I took that as my sign to let go as he was most definitely extremely sensitive now.

As I stuffed him back into his boxers and zipped up his pants, I couldn't help but start wondering about how painful it would be for him if I just suddenly, out of nowhere, kneed him in the balls.

I shuddered at the thought and instead looked up at him. He had collapsed into his seat and brought his hand over his eyes. I didn't let him rest, though. I tapped his thigh, calling for his attention and as he finally looked at him, I parted my lips, displaying to him my empty mouth as he cursed and sat up.

He grabbed my waist and yanked me up onto my feet. I felt dizziness wash over me as all the blood rushed to my feet again, but before I could fall, he sat up and grabbed my waist, hoisting me up and positioning my legs around his torso.

“What you did to Miguel today,” he began as he walked over to the door and slammed it shut. “Do it to every man who approaches you.”

I nodded, placing my hands on his chest as he carried me over to the bed and dropped me down onto it. He kneeled between my legs and grabbed my chin as I sat up. His face was blank, but his eyes were ablaze.

“I'm serious, Araceli.” He trailed his hand into my dress, his destination being one place both he and I knew all too well. “You're mine.”

I may have nodded, but I had no idea to what extent his words reached until it was much too late.

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Look look look look, I'm not new to this shit. I've done this before. I've written books. I've fallen in love with my own fictional characters.

BUT HOLY FUCK I DON'T JUST WANT A DANIEL I NEED ONE RIGHT NOW.

And sure, this might seem dramatic and out of place, but you won't be thinking that after you read chapter 50, 51, the smut scene and the bonus Chapter like he's just so... Uh just fuck me

Shit I'll leave now.

Oh, and before I forget. Keep scrolling ;)