Chapter 4

Joanna shouted out, her body straining around Miquel's as he pushed, his developments slow and thick.His hands moved over her body, investigating her bends, his touch harsh and possessive.

"No doubt about it," he snarled, his teeth brushing her shoulder.

"So great! So mine!" He gritted.Joanna whimpered, her body curving as Miquel's speed revived, his pushes becoming more diligent, more profound.

He folded a hand over her throat, his hold firm yet not tight, his eyes fixed on hers as he guaranteed her.His pushes developed more unhinged as his pleasure constructed.

Joanna's eyes rippled shut, her body giving up to his touch, her breath coming in frantic pants as he took her past the brink.Miquel's fingers dove into her skin as he peaked, his body shuddering as he filled her with his seed.

Whenever he was finished, Miquel created some distance from Joanna's body as though rebuffed, the appearance of want all over immediately supplanted by one of revulsion.

He cleaned himself off, his developments quick and productive, and without a solitary look toward Joanna, he stepped out of the room, letting her lie on the bed.

Joanna lay there, her body actually shaking from the experience, her brain reeling as she handled what had simply occurred.

She felt messy and utilized, similar to a piece of garbage that had been disposed of without even batting an eye.Joanna gazed up at the roof, her eyes following the fancy plasterwork that hung above.

She might in any case feel Miquel's touch on her skin, his fingers diving into her tissue as he had guaranteed her as his own.Tears stung her eyes, and she crushed them shut, attempting to shut out the memory of what had simply occurred.

In any case, it was no utilization; the sensation of defenselessness and hopelessness was areas of strength for excessively; she felt like she could suffocate in it.

She stayed there for what felt like an unfathomable length of time, her psyche actually turning from the occasions.The room was quiet, put something aside for the musical ticking of the clock on the bedside table, its consistent beat a steady indication of the progression of time.

As the minutes ticked by, Joanna's tears at last evaporated, her eyes red and enlarged from the experience.She turned over onto her side, pulling the sleeping up over her body as she twisted into a tight ball.

Miquel showed up at his standard home base, where his closest companion, Gio, was at that point pausing.They welcomed each other with a confident handshake and traded a knowing look.

"In this way, how has everything turned out?" Gio at long last asked, taking a drink from his lager."I expect she's formally 'yours' now, right?" Gio added, with a little grin playing all the rage.

Miquel sneered, an evil glimmer in his eyes. "Gracious, she's mine, okay.""Did she give you any difficulty?" Gio asked, his appearance inquisitive. He needed to know all the relevant info of what occurred between the couples.

Miquel shook his head."She was terrified and frail, very much like I realized she would be. However, she's mine now. I'll break her soon enough." Miguel said with a malevolent flicker in his eyes.Gio raised an eyebrow.

"Break her, huh? Indeed, simply remember she's sort of important to us. You will require her for the impending arrangement with the Moretti family." Gio said and took a taste from his glass.Miquel gestured, his jaw grasped.

"Gee, no.""Still," Gio kept, whirling the

golden fluid in his glass,"I can't resist the urge to contemplate whether there may be something else to this young lady besides what might be expected.

We both realize her dad was an insightful money manager, and his obligations to us weren't unimportant.

Perhaps she's concealing something important that could help our association."

"Wouldn't you say so?" Gio asked, gazing strongly at Miguel.Miquel's look solidified at the idea.

"Perhaps, yet I won't take care of business attempting to separate data from a young lady like her. I'll involve her for what I really want, and afterward discard her at whatever point I'm finished!" Miguel gritted out, gazing into space.

"Her worth to us reaches out past everything that she can say to us," Gio reminded him. She's a significant negotiating tool with the Moretti family. They regard strength, and having a delightful, youthful spouse shows that you're in charge. Furthermore, in the event that it doesn't turn out great, we should simply say I wouldn't see any problems with 'discarding' her myself." Gio harshly said and completed the remainder of his beverage and hurled the glass down on the table, a malevolent smile all over.

Miquel's eyes narrowed, examining Gio's words, and an unexpected grimace showed up all over.

"She's my better half, Gio," Miquel snarled, his voice bound with advance notice. "I needn't bother with your consent to choose when she's, as of now, not valuable to me."

Gio held up his hands in a demonstration of false acquiescence.

"Fine, fine, she's your better half. In any case, we should not fail to remember that in that frame of mind, there are no assurances, in any event, for a supervisor like you. Simply recollect that I have you covered, and I'll be here when you really want me."Miquel jeered and took a taste from his glass, pummeled it on the table, and stood up.

"I'm going to my warehouse; are you going along?" He asked, gazing down at Gio, who was a bit stunned from the sound that emitted from Miguel's glass.

Gio laughed, "No doubt about it!" He expressed and stood up. "I'm certainly going along," he added.

The pair got into their different vehicles and drove off to the warehouse area.The second Miguel's Rolls Royce moved to a stop, his powerful men collected before him while one of them pulled the entryway open for him to get down.

Miguel got down from his vehicle, his foreheads weaved together as he remained before his men with Gio next to him.

"Where's that moron?" Miguel asked, his voice as downright frigid.One of the robust men who appeared to be responsible for the others strolled forward with his head bowed in regard.

"He is restricted inside as educated, Chief."

"Take me to him!" Miguel requested.