I woke up with half of my body over Florencio's.

I opened my eyes and pushed myself up.

Florencio had his arms around me, texting on his phone. I untangled myself from him.

He didn't look at me when he said, "your pants are falling off."

I looked under the blanket and they were past my hips. My whole bottom was on display. I yanked the pants up while sitting.

"Yeah because your pants are so big," I muttered. I glanced at his phone and saw the time was ten in the morning.

I felt so tired and almost fell back to sleep when Florencio got up.

He tugged off his shirt and my brain was fried. He was lean, muscular and when he lifted up his arms stretching, I couldn't help but stare at his torso. I noticed a jagged scar going from above his hip and it disappeared into his sweatpants. I wanted to touch it. Kiss it.

My thoughts shocked me.

His green eyes caught me staring.

"Stop staring," he murmured. Then he came over to me and placed his thumb on my lower lip I was biting. He pulled it down.

I was breathing heavily. "Make me."

He grinned and lunged at me.

I grunted as his body weight assaulted me.

I was squirming as his bare chest pressed into mine. Although I had a shirt on, I did slip off my bra.

His eyes got dark. "Don't do that, honey."

Make me. Make me. Make me.

I gasped when he pressed into me more. He knew what he was doing and was enjoying every second of my vulnerability. His thumb came down on my lip again, pulling it down, exposing my bottom teeth.

"I'll be here one day," he whispered, staring at my mouth, "and when I'm gone, you'll beg for me to be back."

He smirked and got off of me. I was practically a puddle on his bed.

I groaned and rolled over on my stomach when he left the room. He drove me mad.

Despite what everything inside of me was saying, I left my bra off. I hated having something so restricting on this early in the morning.

I went to his bathroom and cleaned my face and swished some mouthwash around.

I left his room with my arms crossed and found him in the kitchen. He was sipping coffee from a mug and was talking on the phone.

When he saw me, he switched to Spanish and I only caught on to a few words. Like, yes, and hi. Yeah I know, sad.

His eyes dropped to my arms covering my chest and they stayed there as I walked over to him.

Not wanting to interrupt him, I opened the cabinet next to him and found the mugs. There was only one other one. I grabbed it quickly. I almost dropped it when Florencio pinched my rib, oh, so close to where I felt very sensitive.

I managed to escape him by going to the other side of the kitchen where the coffee pot was. I poured myself a cup and started to drink.

Florencio hung up and put his phone next to him on the counter. I blushed remembering where that phone was earlier.

"Black coffee?" He asked me, taking another drink of his.

"Mmh," I hummed. I couldn't stand any sugar or creamer in my coffee.

"Well," he said, a secret smile on his face, "when you make me breakfast in the morning, I like a tablespoon of coffee and the rest creamer."

I fake gagged. "Disgusting."

"What? Making me breakfast or the coffee?" He was looking at his phone again.

I felt butterflies in my stomach. I wouldn't mind making food for him. My mom was distant so I really liked taking care of people since she never needed any.

Despite that I replied, "both. I'll make your coffee how I like it."

He looked up at me. "And if I don't like it?"

Feeling bold I said, "I'll make you."

He looked surprised but he covered it quickly. "Make me?" He said quietly. He started to walk towards me and I had to put my mug down. I was shaking.

Now I really felt like a mouse. With broken legs. And failing lungs.

He put his hands on the either sides of my hips on the counter.

"What am I going to do with you?" He breathed and his breath smelled minty and sweet. I wanted to taste it. Suddenly he grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down slightly.

My hips fidgeted in excitement.

His finger ran over the exposed skin of my hip and thigh. He slid his hand under my underwear and gripped my hip hard, making me whimper.

"What were you thinking?" He whispered roughly. "Letting me take you here to have you all to myself?"

His thumb pressed lower, so close to a place no ones ever been, and I had to press my lips together to suppress any embarrassing sounds coming out.

When I didn't respond he laughed darkly and if I wasn't pressed against the counter, I would have fallen down.

He removed his hand from my pants and I could breathe.

"I have to go discuss things with friends later," he said casually as if nothing happened. He chugged the rest of his coffee.

I managed to talk. "What does that have to do with me?"

His eyes were staring at me intensely. "You're coming with me."

"I don't want to," I said quickly and also chugged the rest of my coffee.

"It wasn't a question."

I felt confident in his presence like I could do and say whatever, and I didn't have to worry about the punishment.

"I'll think about it," I murmured. I walked over to the sink and started to wash my mug and the few other dishes.

I was shoved against the counter and Florencio was behind me. I felt so vulnerable in this position.

His hot breath fanned my ear. He bunched my hair up in a fist. He pulled my head back, revealing my neck and I gulped.

His lips grazed my neck. He kissed my pulse and bit me there gently. I gasped and held onto the sink for dear life. I shut my eyes, waiting for a more harsher bite, something that hurt but it never came.

"You're coming with me," Florencio whispered in my ear.

I tried to find the willpower to pull away from his body. To turn around and punch him for touching me. But I liked it and he knew that.

He had branded me and I couldn't leave.