The Revenge

The Revenge

Selestina Garcia is stolen away in a whirlwind of guards and terrified whispers by the wealthy Don Alejandro Escareño. He justifies it as overdue revenge. Now, she is a pawn in his game, a weapon to wield against her father who had taken his mother's life years ago, a way for him to enjoy his retribution. And enjoy it he does. Forced into his bed, innocent Selestina must serve Alejandro's needs and give in to his lustful commands. As Selestina gets closer to the truth, things get even more complicated.

Chapter 1

California, 1821

"Don Remualdo has agreed to marry you," her father, Mateo Garcia, announced with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Selestina swallowed hard while holding her breath. Entering into the Alamilla family meant everything to her father and her older brother, but it meant even more to her.

Living in this house, she was throttled and defeated with no rights or opinion. It was her prison.

Selestina was just a mean to a bargain to be sold to the highest bidder to ensure her father's gambling debts would be taken care of. Not to mention her brother's debts to the courts hiding vial acts her father conveniently had buried. Both of which none of the noble circle of friends knew about.

Selestina remembered the days when her father was not the man he had become. There had been a time when his laughter filled their small home, when his hands were honest instead of the deception he would later master.

He had once been a man who had carried her on his shoulders, who whispered stories about adventures. But somewhere along the way, honor had left him. And Diego.

The world had not been kind to him, not had he been kind in return. When debts mounted and opportunities dwindled, he turned to gambling, then to deceit. The gambler become a blackmailer, a blackmailer became a grifter, and soon, her father was a man she could no longer recognize.

She had watched the transformation over the years with silent horror, realizing too late that the father who had once shielded her from the world now only sought to use her as another pawn in his schemes, she was a pawn in his game, a prisoner in his home.

As soon as her life started as Don Remualdo's wife, she would be free.

"Well done, papa." Diego said and capped off his wine glass again. Most likely not his first one of the day. Like father, like son.

"When is the wedding, papa?" Selestina asked, terrified that he would laugh and confess that it was just a joke.

"Don Emiliano picked the auspicious date of June 4."

Selestina bowed her head and closed her eyes tight. Three months. Three long months. A deep satisfaction settled within her knowing that she was so close.

"May I buy cloths for a wedding dress tomorrow, papa?" she pleaded.

Her father took long strides to find himself next to his son filling a new chalice of wine... to the brim. They clinked their two glasses in victory that made Selestina's insides shiver. She should be the one celebrating.

Her father ignored the plea. "Please, papa?" she begged again.

"Yes, yes. Fine. Fidel can take you."

Selestina quietly retreated to her bedroom finally letting out a long breath counting down the days until her freedom. She prayed that Don Remualdo was a good man. Briefly she glanced at the small oval painting of her mother. "Mama, I'll be fine." Three months, she sighed.

The next day, Selestina exited the carriage outside the store. Coming to the city was a refreshing treat. The busy streets that came to life, never sleeping, and the aroma of the amazing street food. Selestina enjoyed the stalls, the sunshine, but most of all, the serene church where she could pray for eternal peace for her mother.

Dust swirled around Selestina's worn boots as she approached, the silence amplifying the frantic beating of her heart. As she stood before the decaying adobe walls of the old church, a different ache began to surface.

At just seven years old, Elena Garcia succumbed to her illness, a fever that raged through her small frame like a wildfire, consuming her vitality and leaving behind only ashes. The pain of the loss still lingered, an unhealed wound that faith and prayers filled along with hope and love.

She entered the mission, facing the poor and sick, confronting the harsh realities of life, helping those in need. Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and stepped through the crumbling doorway into the shadows that awaited her.

Blissfully unaware, she never noticed the man who had followed her for months, hiding within the crowds, carefully watching her every move.

~~~~~

Selestina was reading in the small room when she heard the sound of a horse approaching. Who would be visiting her father this late? Casually, she peaked out the window and saw a man dismounting his stallion. He looked wealthy, dressed in fine fabric and the cape looked like shiny silk. Perhaps it was a business associate?

The faint sounds of male voices echoed and she tiptoed out to the hallway to peek. Her father's office door below swiftly closed behind them.

She was about to return to her bedroom when she heard her father's yelling muffled by the closed doors, "What do you mean?", "I will not!" and "I will have you killed!"

Selestina sucked in a breath and walked down the stairs. Was someone threatening her father? Then it had to be a debt collector! It wasn't the first time.

His office door swung open.

"Get out! Get out of my house!" Her father yelled at the top of his lungs.

Selestina turned the corner and collided with a human wall. The man.

If he hadn't caught her she would have fallen to the ground. Instead, he pulled her close to him and he carried her like she weighed nothing, drifting into his strong, warm embrace. Her senses were enamored by his smells; sandalwood, leather and a mixture of sweetness and musk. Her body melted with his and when their eyes met the corner of his lips curved. His eyes were dark, almost black. His face was kind, but weathered. And his features...

"I said get out of my house!" Her father approached.

The man released her instantly, pushing her safely aside making her stumble as he rushed away. Her father followed until they heard the retreating sounds of hooves galloping away.

Who was this handsome man and why was her father so angry?

Later, in the sitting room, her father had calmed down now angrily pacing back and forth. Diego was already drinking and in his state he egged his father on.

"How dare this man walk into our home and threaten you. I'll send my men to kill him!"

"No, Diego. The debts will go to the courts and I will go to prison."

"How much do you owe, papa?" Selestina asked and it seemed to sober up Diego.

"That's none of your business." He spat at her.

"Why are you so concerned?" Selestina ignored her brother. "Don't you get what you need?" Diego kept egging her father on.

Unknowingly, she gave her father a look of disgust and it was what sent him over the brim.

"What are you looking at?" Her father spat, droplets raining down on her face. He grabbed her shoulders hard and slapped her across her face making her fall to the ground. Her head bumped against the enormous chest making her head bleed.

He grabbed her arm, twisting it to the point where she feared he might break it. She whimpered, feeling her head thumping. "You better make sure you keep Don Remualdo happy so that he will provide for us with his fortune!"

"Papa, I will go ask my friends for loans." Diego stepped to his side, putting a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "Ok, papa?" Diego said and happily left.

Right, you mean you'll spend the money you have on drinking and whores, she thought.

Mateo poured another glass of brandy, gulped it down, followed by another one. He would be inebriated and asleep in no time. The staff would be hiding away from fear of his retaliation.

Shakily and defeated, she raised herself off the ground.

"Good night, papa," she whispered and left with blood slowly trickling from her head.

~~~~~

Selestina whimpered in her sleep. She had to be dreaming. Dreaming that someone was in her bedroom, dreaming that he touched her.

Brutally awakened from her sleep, he was on top of her, weighing her down, stuffing her mouth with a handkerchief.

Her eyes sprung open trying to fight the stranger. As her eyes adjusted, she nearly passed out. Paralyzed and overpowered, she could only abide him.

"Do not fight me." He shushed, his weight heavy on her, covering her mouth, holding her arms above her head, his body secured between her legs.

Heart pounding in her chest, she recognized him immediately. How could she forget this handsome man from today? Now, he was lying on top of her, painfully aware that what he was about to do was not gentlemanlike. Again, she struggled against him, but he didn't budge at all.

"Tonight I will enjoy you." He deftly unbuttoned her nightgown until it lay open, revealing her bare skin. He took a moment to admire her, his gaze lingering on the curve of her breasts and the soft mound of her stomach. His eyes captured each inch of her and his eyes immediately darkened. His short hair was tousled and his muscular frame loomed over her.

He had an evident bulge in his pants. He liked what he saw. She was helpless.

Covering her with his weight, he kissed her neck. She was defenseless.

Desperately, she tried to kick him, but instead was fighting air. Her heart was pounding so hard and fast she swore it would jump out of her chest. She was at his mercy.

And he didn't stop there. He tied her wrists together and sat back on his heels admiring her displayed naked, bound body in front of him. He was hedonistic.

Gingerly, he traced his thumb over her wound her father had caused and placed a tender kiss as if to heal it, then shaking his head. The gesture was kind, but what sort of rapist was this man? He was caring.

He stripped off his shirt and bridges. Now both of them were completely naked. Horrified, she tried to look away, but she was amazed by his impressive body. His hardness was standing like a spear. Her body shook.

Gasping for a way to breathe normally, she choked on the handkerchief.

A muscular arm slid under her, drawing her into his warm embrace. Then it travelled lower and lower.

His hand was everywhere. It travelled from her knee to the inside of her thigh sending goosebumps from head to toe. He continued up, the softness of his palm gliding towards her triangle, but continued to her hips. It sent charges to her lower belly while her mind chided how wrong this was.

His fingers tickled as they continued and she buckled when he traced over her ribcage. He let go of a low chuckle and smiled while he said, "Ticklish". It was as if he was making a mental note.

Glancing down he sighed. His soft hand cupped her generous sized breast and blew on the peak releasing its power to stiffen up. He smiled victoriously and hungrily put his mouth over her breast.

The invasion drove her mind to reel as his tongue flickered over the hard tip, at times, gently biting down with his teeth. Each time the pleasure spread across her body. It was getting harder to breathe.

His tongue darted playfully over her stiff peak and she arched her back to get away from him. Instead, it seemed to bring him closer to her as he moaned against her tender flesh. She was mortified by the popping sound it made every time his mouth released her.

Then he moved to her other breast. Unintentionally, her hips rising to meet his touch. She was wet, responding and felt the stirring and pooling between her legs. It was a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, her body tightening as he delved deeper.

When he was satisfied, he looked up at her. She could barely breathe, now feeling dampness everywhere.

"If you promise not to scream I will remove it." She eagerly nodded in agreement. He reached for it, but stopped. "You realize what will happen if you lie to me?" She knew the repercussions. Again, she eagerly nodded. Finally, he removed the dry cloth obstructing her air supply. Gasping for air, she was able to function.

In silence, they studied each other. His eyes were dark, filled with desire and something she couldn't explain.

"Who are you and why are you doing this?" She trembled.

"You are merely a way to get what I want," he said truthfully. "But I will make every moment enjoyable I assure you," he smiled and a chill ran down her spine.

"Please don't hurt me," she pleaded. "Never,

mi cara

." He whispered.

With the palm of his hand on her cheek, his thumb caressing her, he stared into her eyes. "I have waited so long for this moment."

He forcefully placed his lips on hers. They were so soft and he tasted like a hint of sweet and salty. As his kisses became more intense her mind stopped working. Dizziness and confusion took over. Fire and magic sparked between their bodies as his mouth devoured hers, tasting, nibbling, suckling her lips as he explored.

His body stilled above her and breathless, he said, "Do you know what you do to me?" She blinked, unable to comprehend what he meant.

Lying beneath him a voice screamed 'You want him' and the thought filled her with panic. Did she actually enjoy this? Yes! The voice answered. "No!" She stubbornly yelled. She knew there was no escaping her situation.

Grabbing her tied wrists, pulling them with him, his mouth moved lower, a blazing trail of kisses down her stomach until he reached her belly. He glanced up and met her eyes and an ungodly smile formed on his lips.

For the love of everything holy what did he have in mind?

His other hand held her in place as he rained soft kisses inside her thighs. Occasionally, he gently bit down, suckling on her skin making sure to brand her, to leave proof of his heinous act.

He parted her legs gently, his tongue trailing a fiery path towards her center, her most intimate valley and finding his way through the dark curls he found his treasure. The shock of feeling his skilled, warm, wet tongue on her slit was too much.

She went berserk. His warm tongue flicked against her pink pearl in slow, deliberate movements. He continued to explore her, humming as his tongue prodded. She sucked in a moan convinced that she was going to faint from the pleasure and force.

Her hips instinctively shot towards his mouth and he forced her down while mercifully running his tongue up and down her swollen clit. It was gentle licks and kisses, so soft and barely touching her at first, but then, as her bud defiantly swelled under his tongue he started suckling, sucking her inside his warm mouth.

The feeling was so intense, throwing her from being his powerless prey into a pliable immoral whore who enjoyed the pleasure of a man.

Her breaths came in short gasps, her moans growing louder. So loud that he stopped what he was doing to cover her mouth with his, silencing her with a demanding kiss. "Maybe I should put the handkerchief back," he chuckled deep in his throat as she realized how much she shamelessly enjoyed his masterful invasion.

It was nothing compared to what he did next.

Distracted and at his mercy she felt something hot by her soft, soaking folds. His rounded head of his cock rubbed up and down her juices a few times and then she stiffened in fear.

"No!" she pleaded terrified of his pure strength. The head of his massive shaft lingered by her wet entrance and he kissed her again. Her heart fluttered in fear and anticipation and a mixture of hundreds of emotions when she felt him.

"I'll be gentle," he promised, his breath warm against her lips. Her throat was too tight to speak as she braced herself.

The head of his silky smooth tip of him spread her lips so slowly and he slid further in, hard and insistent. The stretching pain ripped her apart as she screamed muffled by his kisses. He stopped for a moment and whispered, "You must relax, cara."

His mouth captured hers in a deep kiss as he slowly began to push into her. She gasped into his mouth, her body resisting the intrusion. He broke their kiss, his eyes meeting hers as he whispered soothing words, reassuring her and coaxing her to relax.

Their faces breaths apart, he urged her body to still and he continued driving deeper. She swore she would split in half.

"Take all of me." He commanded and sank completely inside her, filling her to the hilt, his sacks bouncing against her soft skin. This time, his mouth covered hers, tasting her lips, clouding the painful stinging of losing her innocence. She wailed against his mouth.

He stopped moving to look down at her with a soft gleam in his eyes, but it lasted only moments. The burning calmed as he receded, but almost tore her apart again when he slid back into her abused cavern.

Moving faster, the pain lessened and felt her body adjust to him. Nothing could have prepared her for this, a blend of pain, content and something nameless and unexplored.

He worked himself inside her. He branded her, his hands holding her, anchoring her to him, leaving marks on her body and prints to ensure everyone knew she was taken by him.

"Dios mio, you're so tight," he groaned in her ear and immersed himself into her. He filled her, her walls succumbing to his girth accepting his insistent demand. Driving into her, he eagerly thrusted and she gasped, writhed and panted beneath him. His movements, back and forth, in and out, created an ecstasy far beyond her wildest dreams. It felt like a mixture of torment and no other pleasure she had ever known.

Moments ago, she was begging for him to let her go, but now he was releasing something, an essence, a radiance within her that was now crushing through her veins.

With his steady thrusts he was wounding her up, moving faster, in and out of her.

Tensing a bit above her, he pulled out of her completely only to dive back inside her cave leaving a mixture of her juices and proof of her lost virginity dripping from them.

He rocked them continuously, greedily gliding in the same motions so intense that she wished it would never end. And it continued for an eternity.

Whispering something in her ear that she had never heard before, she bit down on her lip and he reached down where their bodies met. With butterfly touches, he massaged her secret slit, the spot so engorged, sensitive and swollen.

Exactly what he had whispered to her, happened. She could no longer resist the scorching wave flowing freely through her body.

She surrendered to unfamiliar warm waves, accepting the intense and abrupt pleasure. Bolts struck through her, fulfilling spasm upon spasm surged, a storm inside her turning to fierce lightning, striking down endlessly and claiming control of her body. Her cries were muffled by his kisses as she saw thousands of colors behind her eyelids.

He was buried deep inside her, forced to stay still as her body succumbed to his rapture. He was panting and enjoying every moment.

Moving again vigorously a few more times in sloppy plunges, he stiffened above her. Like her, he wickedly groaned. The scorching heat of his seed spilled inside her womb coating her walls with his potent virility.

Both breathless and lost in their strange intimacy, she felt close to tears as her eyes glinted back to reality.

"Tu eres mio," he whispered, his panting voice a little husky. He tenderly caressed her, ran his hand over her breasts, her stiff nipples turning hard once again. He was a master at this, she thought, but when he put his fingers down and pressed on her tender bud she knew he was a demon.

She spiraled towards him and he groaned when she tightened around him, still buried deep inside her.

Then he had the audacity to laugh.

"Should I wake your father and tell him I have taken your innocence?" he suddenly asked, admiring her for a few moments while releasing her wrists.