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.
****
"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.
Margarita turned her head away. He pushed his lower body into her. She could feel his arousal – his cock pressing into her almost arrogantly. Margarita realized almost shockingly that she wanted to spread her legs and let him take her here. She was a common trollop!
"Then?" Margarita managed to ask. A blush spread across her cheekbones at the intimate intrusions.
"Then what?" He asked before his mouth lowered to her sensitive neck.
"Why are you doing this, revenge?" She kept her head turned and struggled as his mouth touched her neck. She knew he wanted them all to pay. She was simply the first lone de la Tierra female that he had come upon.
Cruz struggled with his cold emotions that always held him tightly. He wanted this little witch. The witch with the long hair and beauty that held him enraptured every night.
Perhaps because he had already tasted Maggie's charms she did not come to him in his dreams and Maria was too sweet and kind to give him thought. But this Grace – this beauty – this witch – haunted his dreams. He wanted to lift up her skirts – take her by force and fuck her. Let her cry – she would beg him to continue once she tasted his thick cock inside her. He wanted this little slut on her knees taking his cock in her sweet mouth. He wanted her in every way. He moved his head to stare at her.
"No. Because I want you." His mouth took hers. It was forceful and brutal leaving her lips bruised. His hands came up to her neck and then cupped her face.
"Stop this." Her voice shook as she tried to dislodge herself from his possessive grip. Her hands came up to his chest to try and push him away. This had gone on long enough. Where was the shop keeper – the Cook? Why was she letting him take these disgusting liberties? What was wrong with her?
"Your choice – Margarita – you decide. Do you want me to take you by force? Fuck you hard and long until you are no good to any other man? Or do you want me to woo you and take you to bed with kisses and promises that neither of us cares about? The next time we are alone - I will ask. Either way – I will have you." He left her in the darkened shop slamming his way out. Rita clasped her hands over her breasts trying to calm her heavy breathing.
The drive home was long, hot and dusty and the wagon creaked with every step. His words rang in her ears so that she couldn't even hear her own thoughts: because I want you, because I want you. She had to get a hold of herself. Her father had never discovered their kidnapping plot and Barbaro had simply gone away leaving Maria alone. Now Cruz must be dealt with.
****
Maggie ran with Alberto hand in hand through the lemon trees. The scent was intoxicating as they stumbled along. Alberto new that Maggie was the daughter of Sebastian de la Tierra the landlord, but sometimes she behaved like a whore. He loved her and wanted to marry her but she was only interested in one thing.
Just as he though it – Maggie was before him stripping. "Come on – I need your cock, Alberto. I'm so lonely." She knelt before him on the hard ground taking him out of his pants.
"Dios!" (god) Cried Alberto as her greedy little mouth devoured his cock.
Maggie smiled even though she thought of Cruz's much bigger one.
Alberto knew she liked to be called names and treated roughly. "Get on your back, whore. It's time you paid up." Maggie laughed at his forcefulness and scrambled to do his bidding. She settled herself on his coat and spread her legs. She looked lovely in the low light all curves with her thighs spread for him. He swallowed. He loved her and wanted her as his wife. Why would she not agree?
It was as he was pounding into her small body that Sebastian and his men came upon the two lovers. All he could see was the young man's ass and the girl's spread legs. When he found out it was his daughter Maggie they were ordered to marry within a week's time. Sebastian would not even speak to Maggie and she was confined to her room while Alberto went out to drink and celebrate.
****
No amount of crying, swearing or threatening would soften Sebastian's heart. The priest had been called – a small fiesta for the neighbors and renters had been arranged and the day was upon them.
