ROSIANNASantos had gone back to the room to put on some clothes, and Donald stayed in the living room, setting up the video game.I stood in the kitchen, trying to cook even with my mind in disarray. Santos had a particularly intense look in his eyes, and Donald was intent on staying for dinner anyway.Donald might be an easygoing person, but he was no pushover. He was also smart and must have caught up on who Santos was. He knew that Santos was my adoptive brother and we had something in the past. He also knew that it was Santos’s friends that drugged and raped me.The silence was broken by loud music, which I know Donald must have turned on to drown the silence. I felt grateful as I proceeded to hurry dinner.Thirty minutes later, we sat at the table to eat. I made pot beef with broccoli and bowties.“So, how was your journey to the island, Rosy? I tried calling your cellphone a number of times, but it wasn’t going through,” Donald asked with a mouthful of food in his mouth.“Oh, t

SANTOSI entered the guest room, walked to the bed, and lowered myself onto it. Hell, I’ve gone and done it. This was a giant screw-up. How could she reduce what we had to just mere fuck? I glared at the door. Then I forced myself to take a deep breath. I knew I needed to calm down and think rationally. With my head clearing, I feel like shit for the things I said. Jealousy. I was ridden with jealousy. Seeing the easy relationship between her and Donald had cracked me up. I saw how he looked at her; the man had great feelings for her and wanted her too. I let that feeling consume me, and now I’d ruined everything.I gripped the pillows tight, but the fluffy thing was nothing compared to the feel of Rosy. I want to hold Rosy like that, not some damn pillow. I raked my hand through my hair in the silence of the night. I’d never been committed before, and I’d never loved another woman like I loved Rosy. I prided myself on being rational, but what happened a few minutes ago couldn’t be

SANTOSIt had been just two days and I missed her like the ancient gods missed their food. When Aunt Clarissa invited me to supper, I had no idea that Rosy would be there. Seeing her messed with my senses, and I’d been a walking boner for half an hour. I would have thought I had been drugged like her if I hadn’t known better. But I knew better, and I knew it was just her.I was still angry at her because she defined our relationship as 'mere fuck,’ but if that was how she wanted to keep it, she was welcome to give it her best shot. I'd fight her every step in the way.She tore her lips away from mine. “We need to stop... We're not on good terms and—”“Says who?” I kissed her neck, while my finger found her nipple. I rubbed the areola, tugging at the nipple.Her eyes drew short and a soft sigh left her mouth. “This is unfair. You're using my addiction against me!”A dark smile touched my lips. “We established years ago that I'm not a gentleman, Rosy.” I yanked her gown up and tore off

I snaked my hand under her nightie and felt relieved when I encountered her bare. Thank fuck for no panties this time. Annoying little piece of cloth. I slipped a finger into her wet heat and stiffened a groan at the feel of her while she moaned out loud. Her hands rested on my head as I feasted on her breast. Sucking, teasing, and laving at the nipple, I fucked her with a finger, listening to her erratic breathing and sweet cries.God, I wanted to brand this woman. To own her. I wanted to erase the memory of every man she has ever been with. Especially Donald. The thought of the man came with a great feeling of jealousy and possessiveness I didn’t know I had in me.Severing all contact with her breast, I added another finger into her tight slick folds. I fucked her with my fingers, thrusting in and out of her savagely. Her dazed eyes held mine, glazed over in ecstasy.“Oh...my...god!” Her voice broke, and her eyes widened as I finger-fucked her ruthlessly until she was on the very e

“I promise,” I whispered. His face relaxed. He brushed the tear that escaped with his finger. “I’ll find a cure for your addiction, Rosy.”Oh. Here comes the impossible task. “There’s no cure, San. I’ve searched all over the world. I buried lots of money trying to find one.”“You didn’t search in the right places, and when was the last time you searched?”I looked away, trying to banish the memory. “I gave up three years ago. I searched for three years. There’s no cure,” I said bitterly. “I’ve come to terms with this, and I’m clinging to hope that it’ll pass with time, just like one of my doctors said. I know that much is true because my urges used to be worse and more frequent when it all began.”Silence. “It must have been so hard for you and your family then. Aunt Clarissa...”“It was. When I saw that I was gradually losing my mother because of my ordeal and the urges, I had mom believe that I’d been cured the last time I had an exsanguination.”Santos pursed his lips. “You’ve sai