The Tax Collector (GirlxIntersex) Book 1

Chapter 19

Chapter 19
Valentino POV

My mother spat at me on the phone. I believed it was either my Uncle, Abigail, or Reaper, who had informed my parents of what I had done by bringing in a girl whose last name I didn't even know.

"You just wake up and decide you want this maldición in your life."

"It's a godsend, frankly. I just want to help her out."

"What's behind you helping her?"

"Nothing." I talked in quiet tones. She was only down the hall, and I'm guessing she was out of the shower by now. "I just want to do something positive for once."

"You've done well. You've let your father and I depart, America, for our país de ensueño."

"Mama, I want to do more."

"It will take a lot from you to help her. Does, she is aware that getting married to you is a simpler and less expensive route to legal status. Garcia informed you that she looks ill and rota."

I rolled my eyes. I knew she was broken. But she could be repaired. "If it's necessary, I'll go the pricey route."

"It will deplete you emotionally and financially. Then when she gets done, she abandons you." She broke down in tears. "Rodriguez, your child is making a major error." She chatted with Dad. I could hear a sleepy hum in the background.

My father was easygoing; nothing bothered him, but my mother, on the other hand, was a worry cat. She contacts me on a daily basis, and if she could, every second.

"She is going to get her heart shattered."

"Mama, I will not. I do not think I viewed her that way."

"You are just like a man; you think with your cock rather than your intellect. It won't be long before you're a simp, or whatever the young people call it these days."

"Mama...." I trailed off quietly as the television lights illuminated Lucia's bare figure. I gently looked up at her. For the first time, I allowed my gaze to bathe in her bare figure.

Her perky little breasts, flat stomach, and unshaven pussy. I had to divert myself with the bruises on her body.

"I'll call you back, Mama." I hastily hung up the phone.

"I was thinking...".

"Don't you notice the clothing on the bed?"

I hurriedly grabbed a little cushion and placed it over my crotch. I begged my eyes to focus on something else. I hated how my mother's words had suddenly come through after only a second of her speaking them.

"I was thinking that we could have sex."

I shook my head, unable to respond to her. I pity the poor girl. Her hand embraced her body, and I saw she was shivering slightly.

I let out a contented sigh when my my cock slowly began to die. I'll lecture my cock later about not being too hard on her, at least not until she feels comfortable with me.

She didn't offer me sex because she wanted to. She was offering it because she felt brainwashed to.

"You've done so much for me, I suppose I should repay you."

I went for the duvet and drew her to me. I wrapped her up. "Don't you want to have sex?"

"I don't want to. You're not in that place to have sex." I spoke soothingly to the girl. I want to hug her and assure her that her timidity will pass.

This feeling of needing to satisfy everyone around her will soon disappear.

"Don't make yourself do anything you don't want to."

"I- I want to offer you sex."

"You only believe you do, Lucia. You do not. What you need is for me to go to any length to earn your trust."

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Lucia POV

She had put a sheet across my torso, binding my hands to the side. I could sense the heat emanating from her as she held me tight. Even though I was about to surrender my body to her a moment ago, I was afraid to have her this near.

"You know, I don't know your last name."

I knew nothing about her. I had no idea what her job included or how it worked. I wasn't sure what her genuine motives were. Why didn't she want sex?

"My last name? Does it matter if you know it or not?"

"It does. I'm curious about every detail of you."

"Why?"

"Because you are interesting?"

I yelped as she swept me off my feet and into her arms. She led me down the hall. The place was dimly lit, but I could make out her face closely. She was undoubtedly attractive, with a well sculpted jawline. Her hair falls lazily across her neck and forehead.


I could feel her muscle on my body, as well as her heat, despite being firmly bundled up. My mind wanders back to what She last stated. 'I'm intriguing.'

What was so fascinating about me. Nothing. "There is nothing intriguing about me."

"You will be shocked."

When we entered the bedroom, I could feel the chilly floor beneath my bare feet. She began carefully unwrapping me from the blanket. She averted her gaze as soon as my body came into view. I gazed down at my body. "Is the reason, you won't have sex with me, because my body is ugly."

"No," she responded. She removes the clothing off the bed. "You are not to do anything you don't want to."

"I didn't have a choice."

"You do it now. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want."

I find that difficult to believe.