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Despite the gloomy beginnings, the day ended up being spectacularly beautiful. Or maybe it was because of the way the day started.I felt a burden lift from my shoulders after I opened up to Santos. The secret I concealed was a load on my shoulders to me.The best part was that Santos did not look at me anymore, seeing a cheat that slept with his best friend. No, his eyes were more relaxed. Understanding.We had a picnic, and it was refreshing. We spread a blanket on one part of the beach and enjoyed the scenery as we tried to catch up on the past few years, asking questions and trying to answer them all the same.After the picnic, we played hide-and-seek games and ran around in the forest, laughing and trying to forget. We swam too.We finally made up our minds to enter the cottage in the late evening. The few times we did was to get food and stuff we needed to stay outside.As the day progressed, I wanted Santos more with every minute I spent with him. Even though my hunger was sate
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“You. Inside me,” I gasped as he nibbled on my nipple, his hand roaming down my belly to whirl around my navel. A shiver coursed through me.“You’ll get me, but first... I’m taking my time with this body.” He raised his grayish-black eyes to finally stare at my flushed face. “Here is a body I’ve wanted for a very long time. You won’t deny me the pleasure of knowing it intimately.”The soft-spoken words brought tears to my eyes—tears of misery. This man here, I wanted him to be my first man—my only man—and Jason took that away from me. He took a lot more away from me.He raised a finger to brush the stray single tears from my eye. “Don’t cry.”“This body has known a lot of men, Santos. I’ve had more men than a paid prostitute in the streets,” I whispered, shamed.I watched the pain flash in his eyes. I expected him to get up and leave, and I wouldn’t even blame him. What man on earth would like to hear such bitter truths about a woman he wants to claim as his?Instead, he dipped his he
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Santos flat-out devored me. With his hands still holding my thighs apart, his mouth laced on my clit and he suckled it insistently it, humming as he did so. The pleasure was almost unbearable. The hum caused vibrations, adding a pleasure on its own. My cries rang out in the surrounding darkness as he pleasured me. He released my numbness only for a second to pierce his tongue into me, entering my body.My cries escalated as I panted hard, my hand on his soft hair tightening as he fucked me with his tongue. My release drawled near like a moving sensation, everything centering on the part of my body Santos was controlling.“I can't....! I can't bear it...!” The panted words tore from my lips as the volcanic feeling drew nearer. His two fingers replaced his tongue, probing into me while his tongue sucked my clit hard and furious. He created a rhythm I couldn't fight or match until I was at the very edge. Then he added a third finger at the same time he bit my clit.My eyes widened and m
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ROSIANNA“So you worked for an investigative team? You were always good at those sort of things,” I said through the kitchen. I was making us breakfast while Santos was in the living room going through mail. We were having a conversation with the smell of sauce in the air. The atmosphere felt so homey.“The very best, baby,” he stated from the living room.“Cocky.”His deep laughter filled the air. “There’s nothing cocky about being confident in yourself, Rosy-baby.”“I’ve never known another man who blends cocky and confidence to make such perfect arrogance,” I said with a smile, and his deep laughter rang out again.“So, tell me about your first big business,” he asked when he could talk again.I thought about it. I’d had a lot of big businesses, but I’ve never forgotten my first. I bit my lips. Should I tell him the second as the first? No. I learned long ago that lies just make the truth more ugly when it finally comes out. And it would.“Mrs. Padea. She was a very rich woman who
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SANTOSRosy stared at her phone after the line had been disconnected. Her body was visibly shaken, and as she turned around and saw me standing in the doorway, she startled.“Santos!” she gasped, her pale eyes at me. “I didn't know you were back.”I was angry, and I'm sure my face couldn't disguise it as I walked closer to her. “It was Jason, right?” The question was so lowly growled it was like a bomb hanging in the air.She hesitated and then nodded once. Tears filled her eyes as she stared at me. “That bastard had the right to call me! After so many years! After destroying my life!”I balled my hands into fists, trying to curb my anger. “What did he say?”“Threats. He was threatening me not to tell you about the past—about what they did.” My lips curled up in a smile of pure mockery. “Bastard does not know that that particular ship has sailed.”“He doesn't know,” she confirmed with a shake of her head. “Oh, Santos, I'm scared!” She wrapped her arms around my neck to hide the tears
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A few minutes later, Santos and I were in towels in my bedroom. I left the bedroom and went to the living room to check who was at the door and if the person hadn't left yet.My bet was on my mother. We hadn't seen each other since I’d promised to visit here. The knock came again, more persistent. “Alright, Alright! I'm coming!” I shouted. I walked to the door and threw it open.Donald stood there, grinning like a fool. He shouldered past me to the house. “Jesus Christ, Pumpkin! You took so much time getting that door that, for a moment, I thought you'd killed yourself in here. I was very sure a car drove past,” he said good-naturedly.“Donald!” I gasped in surprise.“That's me! I've missed you these past few days!” he shouted happily as he walked closer and lifted me in the air. Ignoring my shriek, he whirled me round and round and round.By the time he dropped me, I was dizzy. He grinned at his handwork. “That's what you get for disappearing without a word these past few days! I th
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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
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SANTOSIn this life, I pride myself on being a very levelheaded man. I don’t do jealousy, and I definitely don’t do possessiveness.Hell, I’m a man who goes through women like damn water through hands. I’ve shared a woman with friends before, with the consent of the woman, of course. I respect women a lot, but I most definitely don’t feel possessive of them.In the past, there was this time Marde and I went to the nightclub and picked a woman we shared for the night. It was what we did. I’d felt nothing about it. Now, why the hell did I feel like rushing after Donald and having a good fight? I gritted my teeth together and sat on the sofa, crossing my arms. I could blame it on the fact that I’d not had a good fight in a long time, but I drew the lines at lying to myself. That’s not the reason. It was Rosy. It has always been her. I’d never been able to think rationally wherever she was concerned. I’d always felt too intensely for her long before we even found out that we had an att
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