Barbaro roared with indignation. His beloved son, Cruz, had been kidnapped by those witches – the de la Tierra sisters. In return for his son – Barbaro was to drop all matrimony designs he had towards Maria and nothing would be said about the kidnapping. He was had. If he mentioned the kidnapping to the authorities he would look like a simpering fool being had by three girls – and if he continued his marriage designs on the young Maria – the kidnapping would be known.
He dropped the suit for her hand and Cruz returned home. But Cruz returned home in a quiet rage. The whores would pay for everything they had done. He felt kindness towards Maria – she had never been cruel or unkind and had only wanted to be free of his father.
The little slut Magdalena had given herself to him in more ways than one. She had taken his cock into her soft mouth – her tight pussy and he had even fucked her ass. But Margarita? She was the little cocktease. She was the one who would get all of his pent up anger, desire and revenge. She was the beauty who had flaunted her breasts in his face and pretended concern. Her sweet taste still lingered on his tongue and he wanted more. Much more.
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"Do you think he will seek revenge?" Maria asked her sisters.
Maggie snorted. "Who?"
"Yes, who? Barbaro or Cruz?" Rita pointed out. The girls had been walking along the edge of their property which bordered the Gonzales'. It was a property rich in green grass and steer.
"Oh I don't think Cruz will bother us." Maria said generously.
"Don't bet on it." Maggie scoffed. Though secretly she wouldn't mind Cruz visiting her bedroom at night.
Margarita shuddered remembering Cruz's dark looks. His words echoed in her head many a cold night - ‘I want you to take my cock into your body.'
Margarita knew her sister Maggie had been sexual for many years. She and Alberto played around and she didn't judge her sister. But she wanted to wait for marriage and gift her husband her virginity if she ever married. But Cruz had been sinfully good-looking and it was no wonder he was considered a catch.
"Barbaro would not dare approach us now. As for Cruz – I would avoid him – and if we must go into town – go in pairs." Margarita counseled her sisters wisely.
The next week the head cook needed to go into town for supplies and Margarita accompanied her. The hitched the wagon and rode into town with the driver. The Cook went across the muddy street to look at new fabrics at the dress shop while Rita entered the general store. It was so poorly lit and no one seemed to be manning the counter.
"Flour, rice, beans – " she said aloud as she scanned her list of goods that were needed.
She heard voices outside the store and assumed correctly that the owner must have stepped outside. She began collecting her necessary goods.
She made her way into the back where the rice was kept in large sacks. It was too heavy to lift. She must wait for the owner to return inside.
"You look almost good enough to eat." The voice behind her spoke.
Margarita whirled around. Before her in the darkened store stood Cruz Villareal. He wore his clothes cut in lines that showed off his broad shoulders, slim hips and height.
Margarita had chosen her wine colored gown that was cut low in the front. Her breasts were pushed up as fashion dictated but even more so as she inhaled sharply. She wished now she had worn a simple cotton gown buttoned up to the neck.
In her surprise she had dropped her shopping list. He bent to retrieve it holding it in one brown gloved hand.
"Senor Villareal." She addressed him.
"Senorita." He spoke lowly put his voice was almost a purr.
Her hair was pulled up and pinned at the nape of her neck. She tried to keep it simple and matronly. All it did was make Cruz want to pull it down. It showed off her slender neck and made the male eye wander down to the tops of her breasts.
She watched as he pulled off his one glove.
"Aqui, senorita." (here) He spoke quietly handing her the list. Just as she accepted the list his fingers brushed over the tops of her exposed breasts. The warmth of him shocked her. It was outrageous, unthinkable and unacceptable. No man would ever do such a thing to a lady – only a whore.
"Senor!" She gasped – stepping back.
He advanced upon her. "Many nights I have lain awake thinking of you."
"For revenge – no doubt." She told him frightened of his touches and her response.
"Perhaps." He agreed as he backed her up against the wall.
"We only wanted Maria's freedom." She tried to explain. Her breath was coming short. Oh, how she hated corsets, she thought.
"At my expense." He brushed against her and she had no choice but to accept the contact– the wall was behind her.
His hands settled on her hips. Through the silken fabric she could feel him - so strong and dangerous. His body pressed her into the wall and him. His hands moved up – relishing the feel of satin and her soft body. His hands moved up her bodice and then over her breasts.
"Please don't." She breathed out.
"What? Don't what? Make you as hot as you had me all those nights?"
"I never meant to –"
"Don't lie, senorita."
She stopped short. She had taunted him that one night. Why had she? Had she used him to feel physical pleasure – since she had never experienced it before?
"You weren't without pleasure. I know Maggie gave -"
"Si, she did." He admitted readily. His warm hands felt into her bodice – teasing the nipples.
