The Tax Collector (GirlxIntersex) Book 1

Chapter 26

Chapter 26
Lucia POV

An enraged Valentino burst through the door. He slammed the door shut, only to bark in a generic way. "Get out of my fucking house!"

There was a stillness that descended, and Lola, inevitably, broke it with a loud snort. "What's got your boxers twisted, Miss Grumpy?"

Valentino reached into her pocket, which caused me to shrink into the corner, thinking she was pulling out her revolver, but it was simply her money. My pulse was pounding; I wondered whether here was where she would kick me out. While Lola and Garcia had somewhere to go, I didn't. I knew it wouldn't be long until she revealed her darker side.

She takes out the cash and hands it to Garcia.
"Don't I get my palm wet too, cousin." Lola sneered.

"I didn't call you over here. Get lost."

"Always cranky." Lola fanned her away but embraced the enraged lady.

When I watched Garcia pick up her belongings, I decided to stand up and leave as well.

"What happened?" Garcia inquired.

"Work." Val replied in a deadpan tone. Garcia nodded, indicating that she understood.

As both of the girls approached the door, I was slightly behind them, preparing to go, but her hand grabbed me and pulled me back into her warm embrace. "Where do you think you are going?" Her eyes darkened.

"You said we should get out."

She smiled, and I was surprised when she drew me into a hug. It felt odd. Given her height, compare that to mine. She had to virtually squat down, and my shoulders felt like a large sack of potatoes on dropped on it. Her fragrance, however, was warm. She smells good. She was touching me, which I loved. It did not feel forceful or abusive. I like it.

My little arms could barely wrap around her head, and I squeezed it slightly. I figured this was the point where I asked her. Ever since Lola posed the question, it has been pressing on me.

"I was thinking..."

She chuckled gently over my shoulder.

"What was Lucia thinking about?"

"I was wondering if I could suck your cock."

She tightened, and as she gently drew away from me, her warmth faded, leaving a frigid chill. She scowled at me, and I sought safety in the wall. Rather of saying anything, she hissed. Her fists eventually closed into a tight, crimson fist. Is she going to strike me for presenting it to her? I thought she'd enjoy it.

I assumed she would lower her pants and have me down on my knees, pleasuring her till my lips ached and my knees buckled beneath me. Why was she angry? This sad look in her eyes reminded me of when I screwed up with Martinez.

"Uh...I—"

"Is that all you believe I want from you, Lucia?" She said so softly that I nearly unglued myself from the wall and raced into her unknown arms. I like her and have no issue pleasing her sexually. I want her to marry me so that I may legally remain here.

I hope to be a decent wife.

"I—I want to please you."

She let out a snarl that sounded like a betrayer.

"Did you shower?" she inquired.

I slowly nodded.

"Good. Go to your fucking bed!"

I gasped, clutching my neck. Why did it seem like she had hit me there? She hadn't. I only want to please her. "Lola said to satisfy you—"

"Get to your fucking bed!" She yelled after me. She muttered and gave a glassy gaze before marching to her sofa. I watched as she plunged her body into it, causing the sofa to scream.

I stood there for several minutes more, and tears welled up in my eyes. I peered toward the door. I could have left, but I didn't want to. I did not trust her. But I was slowly coming to like being here.
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Valentino POV

I gazed at the ceiling, tears in my eyes. I was an idiot for screaming at her like that. It's only been three days since she arrived, and she has already seen this side of me. How reckless of me.

I want to show her nothing but kindness.

My fingers slid up to my neck, and I started to relax my thighs. My rage was fueled not just by what she said, but also by how closely it related to what was going on today.

I received a pinch of salt taste on what they've done to her.

'Cum dispenser'

so they basically take her as a fucking receptacle into which they deposit their fuckin cum. I was going to muzzle every single one of them. My body itches to just jump back in the car and wipe out everything.

I began carefully unbuttoning my shirt. I don't believe I'll be able to wait for the next few months.

But I couldn't be this eager. I stand up and shove the sweaty garment off my body. I grabbed into my pocket for my phone.

I decided to give Lola a quick call.

She answered the phone on the final ring. I believed she sensed something was off.

"What did you say to Lucia?" I yelled at the girl over the phone.

She chuckled, "What are you talking about?"

"Did you instruct her to suck my cock so it would please me?"

"You know it would, Deja always wants you to do it, or I suppose you have to finish it off on her face."

I gritted: "What Deja and I—"

"You want the same thing from her. She is no better. Deja is simply prettier. Oh, Val! You refuse to admit that you, too, are a monster who exploits needy girls."

"Do not mistake my life with your own. I didn't urge you to be a prostitute and have guys; wheeling you like a tramp cart."

"I enjoy my work. Do I felt pressed about it?"

"The STD beneath your legs appears to be. Do me a favor, Lola: keep your promiscuous self away from her."

"I enjoy being a slut. I enjoy being honest with myself. But are you honest with yourself and with her? Are you going to marry her to give her that legal citizenship?"

"None of your fucking business? Simply keep away from her.

"Fine with me."

"Fuck you!"