Chapter 11

[WARNING: Mature/Dark Content Ahead!]
After Axel’s visit, I was fucking livid. The nerve of that bastard. It took everything in me not to snap his neck right there. But I had to control myself. Patience. I wasn’t about to ruin this because of a moment of stupid rage.
Still, the need to vent was unbearable. My body itched for the release that only killing could give me. Killing was my only therapy. But I had to wait until nighttime. I couldn’t afford to mess things up now.
The door creaked open, and in walked the nanny. God, she was always so fucking sweet. Annoyingly sweet, with that voice that made you want to scream.
Every time when I was horny, her delicious pussy was my getaway. Dang… her big mamacita boobs were so plump, my dick forgets we needed to lie low whenever she wore one of those floral dresses that revealed her cleavage.
“Luis? Still feeling under the weather?” she cooed, coming closer, looking at me like I was some kind of flimsy doll.
Pfft… a flimsy doll that uses her as a sex toy at his will.
I slouched in my chair, giving her the best pathetic look I could muster. Eyes wide, shaky hands. I had this act down to an art. She saw me as this poor, broken man—helpless, weak, a victim of his father’s abuse; a story Tomás had sold to fool the pack.
What a joke. They all thought I was the pitiful cousin, the crippled nephew. But they had no idea who I really was.
While waiting for nightfall, I might as well vent on her. Her slimy pussy could distract me from my anger for now. Yes, Rosario, you chubby and curvy whore—I’d fuck you with this huge dick today.
I gave her a weak look, letting my eyes plead silently. She sighed, a little too dramatic for my taste, and reached down to feel my forehead. “Oh no, you’re burning up again. I’ll get you some medicine.”
I couldn’t speak, not that I needed to. I was still the broken Luis, a man trapped in a body that refused to function the way I wanted it to. But hey, they bought it, didn’t they?
I grasped her hand with mine, just hard enough to make it seem like I was struggling to hold on, like I was too weak to even keep a grip.
Her eyes liquified, and she gave me that “I feel so sorry for you” look. “I’ll be right back, okay? You just rest,” she said, still treating me like I was some invalid.
Fucking idiot.
I just nodded, or tried to, giving her the weakest expression I could manage. My gaze never left hers. She thought I was just some helpless soul. I let her believe it for a second, then the anger hit again, like a fucking tidal wave.
I needed release. I needed to hurt something. Or fuck something. Rosario, this raving big bad pápá would fuck some senses into you.
You just wait.
The first step was to get her comfortable.
I pretended to fall asleep, my breathing slow like I was too weak to stay conscious. She hummed a little tune to herself as she sat beside me, her hands busy adjusting the blanket like she was playing nurse to some wounded soldier.
I could’ve just reached out and snapped her neck. I could’ve drained her soul right then and there and fed it to my master. But no. Tonight, I’d go with a more… subtle approach.
I was getting better at this.
Tonight wasn’t even about my master anyway. Tonight, we were going to kill for the fun of it. For every time Axel came to piss me off with his stupid rants, a life would be the price.
It took Rosario a slight brush of my thigh to bring me back to reality. Ah… that was a silly mistake on her part, but it got me crazy hard.
Let’s get down to business:
I let my power surge in my veins as I subtly began to manipulate the darkness around her. It was too easy. With a flick of my wrist, the shadows shrouded around her like a blanket, pulling her deeper into a drugged sleep.
It was like a windy little smoke, sizzling over her face and penetrating her nose to dredge her down into the darkness. Get full chapters from.net
No amount of noise could ever awaken her. No amount of rough fucking could make her flinch unless I wanted to. Usually, I’d make her fall asleep just to get out of the wheelchair and undress her before returning her consciousness.
No one wanted to fuck a woman who’d just lie down there like a bad-shaped pancake. I wanted her screaming and begging for more.
Her eyelids fluttered for a second, but she was too dumb to even notice it. The next thing I knew, she was out cold, her head resting against the chair and mouth slightly ajar. I couldn’t help but smirk. Stupid bitch had no idea she’d just been put under by the same weak cousin she thought she was helping.
I stared at her for a moment, my body feeling… lighter. Not a single fucking care in the world.
It was almost too easy, watching her sleep. Meanwhile, my anger boiled in my veins, gnawing at my insides, demanding release.
I smacked my lips, tracing my eyes over the knee-length floral skirt she wore today. I dabbed at her forehead with her finger, making her fall over the floor like a leaf falling off a tree.
She landed with a soft thud, her legs spread out wildly like she was all pumped up and ready for me. She better be.
Then, I rose from my chair and began to circle around Rosario.
Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her full breasts strained against the fabric of her dress. My eyes fixate on the curves of her body, and I felt a stirring in my loins.
Like a hungry son of a bitch, I loosened the ropes on my sweatpants and tossed them aside.
“Let Daddy Luis fuck you to the nines, Mamacita.” I sucked on my bottom lip before joining her on the floor.
First, I pulled off her close-toe sandal before grabbing those bubbly breasts of hers.
“Ah… divina.” I breathed puffing them like stuffed teddy bears.