Bullied Cinderella - Hollie Hutchins Page 0,29

the scent of Lucia. It wafted from between my legs and in random places across my skin. I could still taste her tongue and the sweetness of her folds on my lips. I hated to see it all washing down the drain like it never happened. It was a victory that I couldn’t brag about and had no trophy for. It would have to be our little secret, which only added to the lustful air of my day.

As I dried off and got dressed, I couldn’t stop staring out my window at the fence builders in the distance. Our properties had been aligned for generations. Before Lucia and her family scooped it up, it belonged to the notorious Mr. Nevarro. He was a real rough gangster type that we never had much to do with other than a friendly hello here and there and being cordial to each other at social events. But as a friendly, neighborly gesture he would bring us wines and other illegally imported goods like cigars and rare liquors. There were a few places on his property that he had permitted my cousins and I to venture out to if we were ever bored - a few caves or abandoned mine shafts. Stuff that really gave us a thrill when we were younger and eager to explore, while also escaping our dull, stuffy manor.

With him gone and our boyish years far behind us, there was no real reason to be against the fence other than what it represented. It would make all the landowners question Lucia’s vendetta against us. And with her being so young, beautiful, and charming, she might very well succeed at turning people against us. I had not tolerated everything that I had in this ridiculous upper-class social circle only to be shunned now. Our reputation was on the line! Mother was so worried about us not forgetting who the Chavez sisters really were and what their place was, that she severely underestimated their ability to impact our place in everything.

Hours passed with me lost in thought, staring out the window. When I wasn’t obsessing over the fence, I was drowning in the vivid memories of Lucia’s warm, caramel skin and the sight of her long black hair spreading around her as she laid back on the ground and writhed against me, crying out as she came. Her breasts were so full and firm. They would be enough on their own to unravel any man, but throw in the curves of her hips and her round ass...not to mention her plump red lips and dark, glinting eyes. I almost wished I hadn’t had a taste at all. It made me worry that this woman would be the death of me, either from having my fantasies fulfilled or from being denied them.

I wished I had taken more time with her to really relish in all her body had to offer. But honestly, I was so amazed that she wasn’t beating me off of her and very worried that she’d change her mind at any second. I wanted to soak up as much of her as I could as quickly as I could.

I wasn’t in the mood to be around anyone else and had lunch in my room. But by sunset, I knew I needed to go down to the formal dining table. If I was too withdrawn, Jorge and Dario would suspect something. And they already seemed skeptical of my ability to handle matters with the fence. The last thing I needed was for them to start prattling off their useless opinions to my mother and getting her all riled up.

But Dario was absent as I joined the others for dinner. No one seemed to know where he was. Just as well, I thought. All these developments with the Chavez sisters had put him in too good of a mood. I didn’t trust it, and it was nauseating to be around.

Of course, the moment I got too excited about his absence, he came waltzing in to take a seat across from me.

“Where have you been, dear?” Mother questioned him as she sipped her wine.

“I paid a visit to Lucia next door,” he replied bravely. His innocent tone did nothing to divert all of our attention.

Her knife and fork fell to the glass plate below with a loud clanging sound. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“I told you to leave it alone. I’ll handle it,” I scowled.

“Handle what?” Mother’s eyes darted back and forth