Rubia by Suzanne Steele Page A

thievery, you are now at my mercy. I am not a boy to be toyed with, Juanita.”
    Though his voice was steady and his demeanor calm, he reeked of danger; the kind of danger that could mean life, or death, to anyone who dared to cross him.
    My voice shook as I spoke, almost begging this stranger to have some kind of mercy on me.
        “You can’t do this; you can’t force someone to marry you, Ricardo.”
         “I can and I have. Now be a good little captive and sit down on the bed and drink your tea.”
    I attempted to pull away from his grip on me and he held me just long enough; to send the message that he remained in control.
    He was enjoying this; having me at his mercy, but if he thought that I was going to give in, he was sorely mistaken.
         I grabbed the cup of tea and guzzled it down, as if trying to prove a point. I had full intentions of getting away from this third world, barbaric chauvinist, as soon as I could.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Ricardo
              I watched her as I unbuttoned my shirt. I couldn’t help but be excited by the nervous energy that she was exuding right now.
    It excited me knowing that she was scared and out of control, the stirring in my loins was now becoming a full blown aggression that demanded me to take what I deemed as mine.
              Though she shook her head no, the fight was now gone due to the aphrodisiac which I had placed in her tea. She was in a different part of the world now; a world that she was foreign to. Her American rules would not be enforced here; this was my country and now, she was my property.
    I would use her innocence to my benefit. When she crossed me, she crossed the wrong man and I had every intention of making her pay for stealing from me.
                 It wasn’t so much the money as it was my pride. She had stolen from me and from my troops. If I didn’t make her pay; then I would lose the respect of my men, and a man in my position of power can never allow that.
     
     

    Juanita
                  I covered my breasts by crossing my arms over them, but he wouldn’t stand for it. He glared into my eyes as he uncrossed them, almost as if he were challenging me.
        “I can’t do this, I’m a virgin.” I blurted it out, before I even had a chance to realize what I was saying. His reaction was one that I never saw coming.
         “All the better; it seals the deal of you being completely mine.”
              He grazed his tongue over my nipple causing me to moan and raise my body up towards him, as if I were offering him to continue. Before the night was through, I would be begging him to take me.
          My husband played my body like a well tuned instrument that night, and what he had stated was true, he would stamp his ownership deep within my core.
    No matter how I tried to resist him, there would always be a part of me that craved him after what he subjected me to that evening.
    This was not some clumsy boy in the backseat of a car; this was a full grown man who was sexually experienced in the art playing a woman’s body.
     
     
     
                                              
     
     
     

Chapter Three
             The mountain air filled my lungs as I made my way up and down the hilly terrain of the Guatemalan mountain region.
    I had sneaked out in order to get a much needed workout in. I thought about my plight as I ran.
    My best friend and I were cage fighters and though we were ‘good’ we weren’t the ‘best.’
         In our line of work only the top fighters end up having a good career.
    We had opted for going overseas by chance. On a whim we had taken a fight overseas when approached by a trainer who didn’t want his fighter going.
    We had come up with the idea to act like we didn’t know each other and as the fight ensued one of us would throw it; thus causing an upset and affecting the bets