Bullied Cinderella - Hollie Hutchins Page 0,33

but then that pang came again...that sick feeling of mistrust. I pulled back and turned for the door, agreeing that I should get home before it was too much later.

Jorge didn’t seem too offended. I assumed he felt the same way I did, which was that there would be other nights to kiss and see what else might happen between us. There was no use in rushing it, and I preferred to wait until another night when my stomach didn’t turn every time he was close.

We continued joking and talking on the drive, but suddenly there was a thump followed by a series of rumbling rubber noises. Jorge pulled over to the side of the road and got out to inspect the sounds.

He appeared at the window moments later. “Just as I feared...a flat tire.”

“Oh...dear,” I sighed. “Well, I guess we’ll have to wait until someone drives by. We could flag them down for help?”

He nodded and looked around at the tree lines on either side of the road. “It’s a little unnerving accepting help from anyone on the side of the road at this hour. But you know...there’s a little shed right over that hill up there. We could stay there tonight if you’d like. I’m sure I have another bottle of tequila stashed inside. And we could get help in the morning.”

I wanted to decline, but he was right. There weren’t many other options. Waiting for a random stranger to offer their assistance in the middle of the night seemed far more dangerous than hiding out with Jorge in the shed. I nodded and climbed out of the truck to follow him.

The shed was tucked away into the trees but still had a decent set-up inside. He quickly found a bottle of tequila, as promised. There were candles and matches for light, and a comfortable enough bed made up in the corner.

“There’s a cot over there that I’ll sleep on...if you’re more comfortable,” he told me.

I threw back several more swigs of tequila and before I knew it, both Jorge and I were sitting side by side on the bed. He leaned in to kiss me, and I was too drunk to pay attention to the nagging feeling in my gut anymore. I gave into it a little and tried to let myself sink into the feeling of his thin lips. It was easier than I thought it would be to start enjoying myself. Maybe his rough hands reminded me of Leo’s touch. Whatever it was...I didn’t feel the need to push him away.

But Jorge seemed to have a lot more in mind than just making out. Soon he was forcefully shoving me back onto the bed and pulling at my clothes. His moves were swift and sudden, putting me on edge. I tried to sit back up or put some distance between us, just to slow it all down a little, but he moved too quickly for me to get a grip on what was unraveling.

“Wait,” I struggled to say between his mouth sweeping against mine. “Wait, Jorge. Stop. You’re too…”

My words may have been muffled by his firm and relentless kisses, but I know he heard them well enough. But instead of slowing down or stopping, he grew more forceful and insistent. He grew impatient with my clothes and started ripping them away, all the while biting into my neck and chest too hard.

“Jorge! Stop!” I yelled out sternly. There was no mistaking my request that time.

But Jorge was completely drunk and not listening to a word I said. It was not unlike the force Leo washed over me with, only my reaction to it was notably different. There was no warmth or tingling desire crashing over me. There was only the panic that grew each time he bit into me too hard or shredded away another piece of my clothes. The reality sunk in at an alarming rate. I was alone in this shed out in the middle of nowhere, and no one knew where I was. No one would be looking for me any time soon.

And Jorge didn’t show any signs of stopping.

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Leonardo

I am overcome with relief as I reach out to wrap my hands around Lucia’s breasts once again. They’re just as full and supple as I remembered, wrapped in her caramel skin. Her nipples are hard as I gently suck each one into my mouth, relishing in her whimpers as I dart my tongue around them. I kiss my way in between