“Bitch,” one of them cussed.
“I don’t know what he sees in her,” the other agreed.
I ignored them and took the stairs leading up to Diego’s office. His club members were sitting around the VIP area, their cuts blazing with that familiar logo of a devil wearing a halo with the club’s name spelled out in red letters that were dripping with blood. A few of them eyed me as I passed by, but none of them were stupid enough to make a move. They’d lose a hand if they did.
“He’s busy,” Marco, Diego’s VP remarked, as I walked up to Diego’s door. I could hear some bitch screaming inside. She was one of his many side pieces, but Diego liked his women light with perky tits like mine.
“Get the fuck out of my way, Marco.”
“It’s your funeral,” he growled, unlocking the door and moving so I could get inside.
Angelique, the Saint’s favorite club whore, was sprawled over Diego’s desk while he fucked her vigorously from behind. He looked up and made eye contact with me but didn’t stop fucking her.
“Get out, Gringa,” Angelique screeched when she realized they had an audience.
“Make me, Puta.” I batted my eyelashes at her and took the chair facing them. I watched them with bored eyes, keeping my focus on Angelique’s face. She looked proud of herself, like she was in charge. That bitch wasn’t even close to being in charge. There was only room for one queen in Diego’s world, and I wore the crown with pride.
I watched her face attentively, making sure she was getting close to climax. Then, just when it sounded like she was about to cum, I started slowly undressing, taking off my top and bra first so that my tits were in full view. Diego looked up and a lusting smile spread quickly across his lips. He liked looking at me, and he loved it when I touched my own body. Licking my lips, I gripped the tips of my breasts and tugged at my nipples, moaning when I pulled on them a little too hard. I could tell Diego was getting restless. He wanted me. He always wanted me.
“You gonna make me wait for it, Diego, or are you going to continue playing with your whore?”
Diego looked up and grinned. Within seconds he was pulling out of Angelique and throwing her to the floor. “Get out,” he ordered.
“But, Diego. I didn’t finish.”
Diego grabbed her long black hair and jerked her head back, so he could look at her face. “Does it look like I give a fuck about you finishing? I said get the fuck out, my lady is here.”
Angelique threw an evil glare in my direction. “I don’t get what you see in her. Look at those boobs, they aren’t even that big,” she exclaimed, staring at my chest that was still on full display. Her chest was rather impressive, in that fake and bought way. You could see the scars where they stuck the silicone in. Hell, her boobs didn’t even dance like mine. When Diego fucked me, my breasts gyrated like dancers in the latest rap video. Angelique’s boobs moved like sloths in a footrace.
I stood up, my eyes trained on Angelique, stalking her like the prey she’d always be. This was my favorite part about coming here. If there was one thing Diego loved more than anything else, it was a dominant woman, and I learned to be that. I molded myself to be exactly what he wanted. Being in control made me feel powerful, and if I wanted to, I could achieve anything that he asked of me. Even being a ruthless bitch capable of making club whores quiver at my feet.
“What did you just say about my tits, Puta?”
I stopped just in front of her, eyes perusing her naked body, brow creasing with disgust as I drank her in. Diego still had her by the hair. His hand was fisted close to her scalp, and I relished in the fear plaguing every inch of her face. It was a beautiful sight. Having that much control over another human being. Watching her quake in my presence.
“I said they ain’t shit,” she hissed before spitting at my feet.
I smiled evilly. “That’s what I thought you said.” I bent over Angelique’s terrified face and kissed Diego seductively. “May I?” I asked him, threading my fingers through Angelique’s hair.
Diego let go of her head and I took lead, gripping Angelique by the hair and pulling her to her feet, so we were meeting eye to eye. I stared at her naked body and smiled sweetly. “You may get to fuck him when I’m not around, Angelique, but when he’s fucking you, he’s thinking about fucking me.” I forced her head downward until her lips met my nipple. “Suck.”
Her thick Latina accent wavered just a smidge. “Fuck you, crazy bitch.”
I ripped her head back causing her to squeal, then my hand ripped across her face, whipping her head to the side. “I said suck.”
I looked over at Diego, whose cock was only getting harder. When Angelique didn’t move, he put a knife against her throat. She cried out as the blade pushed into her skin. I could see the fear in her eyes, but I was so in character that I all I could do was enjoy it.
“When my lady tells you to suck her tits, you fucking suck her tits.” His Mexican accent was thicker than hers, and I loved it. When a man can roll his r’s like Diego, they can do other things with their tongue that would make any woman swoon.
I didn’t want Angelique’s mouth anywhere on my body, but I had created this dominant persona to infiltrate the Diablo Saints and get into Diego’s good graces. I didn’t get to the top of the food chain being meek and timid. I had to fight every day to stay his number one lady, and that meant I had to instill fear in those around me.
Angelique’s mouth quivered, tears streaming down her face as she lowered her trembling mouth to my nipple. I watched her lips suck the tip in reluctantly. I moaned, pretending like I was enjoying it, but I wasn’t. I hated every second of it. After a few minutes of knocking Angelique off the pedestal she thought she was on, I violently pushed her away, smacking her face with a vicious hard slap.
“That’s why he loves my tits. If you keep running your mouth like that, next time you’ll be eating my pussy.”
This time, Angelique kept her mouth shut. She quickly grabbed her clothes and started to run toward the door. But I wasn’t done playing with her just yet. I could see Diego’s eyes dancing with desire, he needed one more act of dominance to send him over the edge, and I knew exactly what would get him going.
“Oh, Angelique,” I called out sweetly.
She hesitated by the door. I could see the nerves as they rattled through her bones. I stalked toward her, making sure my eyes were narrowed and evil. I slammed my hand against the door boxing her in between my arms, my breasts pressing against her breasts. “You can’t leave without giving mama a kiss.”
She opened her mouth to detest, but when she saw Diego toying with his knife, she relented. Pressing her lips against mine. I only made it last for a second, and before she could do anything else, I pushed her naked ass into the VIP lounge and shouted, “Here you go, boys. Bitch is on the menu tonight.” The boys catcalled and whistled as they jumped up from their chairs and moved toward her. I watched them surround her like hungry hyenas ready to devour their prey. She was terrified, and I knew what was going to happen next. She met my eyes briefly, tears still streaming down her face. She was silently begging me to make them stop, but I couldn’t. If I showed weakness, he would know that everything between us was a lie. Backing down was not an option in Diego’s world, but that didn’t mean I had to watch the madness. I slammed the door, my stomach plummeting when I heard her terrified screams muffled through the door.