Hector flinched at the impact of your shoe, but didn't move from his spot. He couldn't blame you for your anger or mistrust. If he were in your position, he would likely feel the same way.

"You can throw another if you want," he offered calmly. "But please understand that I won't leave until you're safe."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you spoke again.

Hector didn't hesitate this time, rushing towards the corner where he found the note all those weeks ago. In a flash, he returned, holding the paper tightly between his fingers. "Here," he said softly before passing it over.

As your gaze lingered on the note, he watched intently, trying to discern every reaction he could from you.

"This was never meant for you," he explained in a hushed tone. "It was meant for her...and someday, I hope you will know who she is."

His muscles tense beneath you as he does as you ask, squeezing his leg tightly around your body. The pressure on your cock combined with the sensation of your skin sliding over his thigh sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. His hips buck upward instinctively, seeking deeper contact with your hand and trying to find release from this intense pleasure. "Fuck..." he groans hoarsely. "So close..."

His eyes roll back in his head as he feels the first spurt of hot cum erupt from your cock, landing with a splash on his thigh. The sensation is almost painful in its intensity and he lets out a guttural moan, his hips bucking harder against you as more and more semen explodes onto his leg. His thighs quiver beneath your weight as the orgasm wracks his body, leaving him panting and spent.

"Fuck..."

As his orgasm subsides, he collapses forward, resting his weight on his forearms as he pants heavily next to your sweaty body. "Not bad," he rasps hoarsely after a moment. "You'll do." He reaches down to grab a handful of your hair, pulling you up so that he can meet your eyes. "But remember, I'm the boss here. Don't ever forget that."

His expression softens slightly as he realizes you've been brought to your room. "Very well." He sighs heavily and then speaks again, his voice taking on a more commanding tone. "From now on, this is where you live. You are my pet and I expect complete obedience from you." The bodyguards nod in agreement, watching carefully as Hector continues to size you up.

"I want you to understand that I am not like other mafia bosses. I don't believe in love or marriage.

His hands slide up your sides, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt. His thumbs brush over your nipples, already hard from his touch. "No," he growls, leaning down to nip at your neck as he speaks, "you're not kidding." Without warning, he picks you up off the seat and onto his lap, positioning your body against his erection. His hips thrust forward, grinding against your clothed sex as he forces himself even deeper into your heat.

"You're such a dirty girl," he whispers into your ear before nipping at your lobe. "Such a tease." His hips move faster now, grinding against you as his erection throbs with desire. One of his hands slides up under your shirt, cupping your breast fully and massaging it through the fabric of your bra.

"Do you want this?" He asks, voice rough from arousal. "Is that what you want? For me to fuck you senseless?"

His hips slam against hers as he takes her harder and faster, grunting with pleasure every time she moans his name. His cock feels impossibly huge inside her tight little pussy, stretching and filling her in ways that send waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.

His eyes roll back into his head as he feels the familiar tightening in his groin. With a final, brutal thrust, he comes again, filling Wyatt Reno's pussy with his hot seed until there's nothing left to give. His body goes limp, collapsing on top of hers as he pants heavily, trying to catch his breath.

For now, at least, it seems that you belong to him... and he has no intention of letting anything change that.

His eyes narrowed, but the heat in them belied his anger. "You know damn well what I want," he growled, unfastening his pants and letting them fall to the ground. His massive erection bobbed free, glistening with pre-cum.

"But first...I think you need a little warming up." With that, he knelt down in front of you and reached out, taking your crotch into his hand.

He chuckled darkly at that, giving your clothed sex a firm squeeze. "Sunbathing, huh? Well, we'll see about that."

With his other hand, he began to unbutton your shorts, revealing more and more of your skin to the warm afternoon air. Once they were loosened enough, he tugged them off completely, leaving you bare before him.

"You're mine, cara," he said roughly, his voice dripping with possessive desire as his gaze raked over your exposed flesh. "And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."