THE PRESENT.I pushed the painful memories to the back of my mind, where I had buried them for the past six years. I walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine. I poured it into a wineglass, the night wrapping around me like a cloak. “You shouldn't think about the past,” I slowly admonished myself. The house was too quiet as I walked to the sofa and lowered myself onto it. My parents only knew that their daughter was kidnapped for two days and came back a mess. They didn't know the details, and they didn't know my kidnappers.Even after two days, and finally at the hospital, I still wanted more. My legs were rubber, my body a giant bruise, my vagina bruised from the inside and hurting like hell. Still, my body demanded more.Till today.At the hospital, after the doctors had done everything they could, one of them had looked at me and my mother with pity. “I know a lot of date rape drugs, and a lot of aphrodisiacs, but this drug in her system is one that hasn't bee
SANTOSBefore the end of the week, I concluded that Rosy was avoiding me. She was suddenly not there when I went to the office or when I came to her home. I figured she was avoiding me.Like I could ever allow her to do that. That woman has haunted my dreams so many times it had become natural—even when I tried everything I could to forget about her in Paris and move on.I mean, would you still have the hots for a woman that slept with your best friend the same day you travelled after professing her love in a loving way the night before?It was a loaded question, but it was a meaningful question, nonetheless.Till today, I still regret one thing. I should have taken what she offered me six years ago instead of trying to be a goddamn honorable man—and to a woman who didn’t deserve it at all.That little sex clip of her and my best friend—former best friend—that I watched nearly destroyed me years ago. There was no doubt Rosianna enjoyed every bit of it—and she was asking for more. I ha
For the first time in a long time, it was at the tip of my tongue to scream out my past. I wanted to scream to Santos that his best friend drugged me to the brink of death and raped me. I wanted to scream to him that Jason, Marde, and Kain raped me. I wanted to scream at him that his three friends betrayed him immediately after he stepped out of the States. I wanted to scream at him that I came face-to-face to death from that drug. I wanted to scream at him that I experienced the most excruciating pain of my life at the hands of his friends.I wanted to scream at him that I became the sex addict I was today because I endured that godforsaken drug for hours—long hours!—all because I didn’t want any other man’s hands on my body apart from his.As he held me up against the wall, smothering with anger and hurt, I wanted to scream all this at him, but in the end, I didn’t. I couldn’t. Santos would never believe me. Ever. I didn’t blame him. No man in his shoes would ever believe me.
SANTOSRosy's pleasure-filled moans of “more” was what drew me out of the deep daze my want for her threw me in. God, she was like an addiction. Just touching her body a little and I was already craving more. So much more. It had always been like that.I felt angry at myself for not being able to control myself better. I was not supposed to feel that strongly for her. Not anymore.“More....please...!” she cried out again, her eyes closed as she fumbled with my jeans.It took everything in me to pull away from her. I raised my head from her beautiful breast and stepped out of her reach. “No,” I stated firmly, more to me than her.“Please,” she gasped out as she reached for me again, but I stepped back and away from her.“I'm not sleeping with you, Rosianna.”“Oh God!Her eyes remained tightly shut and she stayed glued to the wall as if she was nailed there and in pains. “Take me, please...”Those exact words raised painful memories. She said those words to me a few hours before she who
My breath seized in my throat as I looked up, but it escaped in a deep sigh of relief when I saw Aunt Mariah.“Who do we have here? So you finally decided to come and see us, huh?” she asked with a smile, closing the door behind her. As always, her sense of fashion made me laugh.Aunt dressed well, but she wears too many colorful things at once. Red sandals. Yellow blouse. Pink skirt. Purple and blue hair ribbons. Orange bag. The colors never matched, but somehow she managed to look quite beautiful in them. It never got old, really. “What's funny?” she asked with a pout as she walked closer.I shook my head. “Absolutely nothing. You look good, Aunty. I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit. I've been so busy.”She waved me off with a smile. “Don't worry your pretty head. We get by.”“How have you two been?”“Have you seen our boy, Santos? Have you two met since he came back?” She sat beside her husband.Oh, Aunty. You have no idea.“Yes. He's looking well,” I said simply, for lack of
ROSIANNA“What favor is that?” I asked my aunty expectantly.“You see, there's this document we need right now, but we don't have it. It's the document of our property in Chicago we want to sell. The buyers will be coming real soon.”“You don't have it?” I asked, puzzled.She nodded. “Dante forgot it on the island the last time he visited there. Please go to the island and get it for us. We would have asked Santos, but he just came back and has been really busy in the office.”“Oh...”“Can you go up there to the island and get the papers?” she asked hopefully. “I'll call the sailor and have him to come pick at the riverbank. Please?”I wasn’t terribly busy at work that week, and Aunty rarely asked for favors. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright. I'll go tomorrow.”“Ah. Thank God.” She breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Thank you, Rosy.”“Just call the sailor and tell him to be ready. I don't want to get stranded at the riverbank waiting for him to show up.”“Of course!” She smiled
ROSIANNAOn the way out of the hospital, I met my mother. With a happy shrill, I ran to her and hugged her tight.“My Rosy! How are you, baby?” she crooned as she patted my head.With a cool smile, I pulled away from her. “I’m fine. Since you came back, I haven't been able to visit, I’m sorry.”“Oh, it’s okay. I’ve also been too busy with the project, but I wouldn’t mind seeing my princess, you know.”“I missed you too.” I kissed her cheek, drawing in the familiar and comforting scent of her perfume. My mother and I had a beautiful relationship, and I love her so much.“Have you seen Santos!? Oh my, but he has grown up to become such a handsome young man. I almost couldn’t recognize him,” she said, awed.I smiled a little to conceal how I really felt. “You’re right. And yes, I’ve seen him.”“You’re going off now? But I just got here. Let’s go inside together,” she urged.I shook my head in protest. “I have to get to work. There are some new designs I need to examine for a client,” I l
SANTOSHer moans filled the air as I thrust into her body, riding her hard.“Fuck me more, baby,” she cried out, her hands gripping the bed sheet and squeezing.I picked her up from the club after work. There was so much tension inside of me, I needed a warm body to loosen up. My mind had been filled with thoughts of Rosianna as I worked. I couldn’t help remembering what her mother said, even after I convinced myself that I had heard wrong.Had Rosy really been kidnapped? When did that happen?“Oh, baby. Harder baby!” the woman moaned, drawing me out of my thoughts.I held her full hips and quickened the pace, the rush of pleasure coursing through me. I rode her roughly, hard and fast, spanking her ass rhythmically.“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her gasps filled the air and kept escalating until it turned into loud cry and she came hard.I closed my eyes and rode for my satisfaction, and it didn't take long for me to come with a groan too. I pulled away from her and disposed of the condom. Afterw