ROSIANNA
I'd done something stupid. I'd done something really stupid.
Why did I have to enter the room? I should have stayed outside. What gave me the impression that I could pull it off like I did when I was eighteen? I was no longer eighteen. I was not that sweet little virgin anymore. No, I was quite the opposite. So, why the hell did I enter the room, and worse, allow myself to sit through it?
My whole body was on fire. Every little part of me. I needed relief and I needed it quick, or I’d break down right in front of Santos. It was the one shame I'd rather die than go through in front of him.
“Rosy? Are you alright?” he drawled, not really concerned but amused.
“You're a first-class bastard, Santos,” I whispered, my voice almost shaky and hoarse with the strength of my anger and desire for that man.
He chuckled softly and walked away from me to the bed and started folding the sheets. “We've already established that long before I went abroad.”
My pussy clenched. I felt shaky on the inside. I needed to leave. Now.
I stood up quietly, a movement that belied the urgency and desire coursing through me. Suddenly, I regretted putting on high heels because I was shaky on my feet.
“Don't tell me you're leaving, Rosy, when you just arrived?” he asked with an arch of his brow.
“Oh, I didn't just arrive. I've been here for almost the hour it took you to fuck two women right in front of me,” I spat.
“Is that jealousy I smell in your voice?” He seemed amused at the prospect.
“Just conviction,” I shot at him, lying through my teeth.
I turned and started for the door, almost having the urge to run before I did something really stupid. Like beg Santos to fuck me.
I was almost at the door when a hand curled around my shoulder. I suddenly found myself against the wall and trapped between Santos and it.
“Oh, Rosy,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my heated body. “Do you remember?”
“What?” I asked, even though I feared I already knew what he was asking.
He leaned closer to my ear. “That night six years ago? Right here, in this house, in this room...you begged me to fuck you”
I closed my eyes again at the pain of the memory. “You wanted me,” I whispered.
“Oh, I did,” he admitted. “So damn bad. Desperately. You were a craving then, almost like very expensive alcohol. I was sure I'd get addicted to you if I touched you.”
Silence.
“Is that why you didn't?” I finally asked, trying to keep it simple, but that was a pain that had been with me forever. How could I not know it?
Santos shook his head, his eyes staring pointedly at my lips. “I stopped because you were a virgin who deserved more. You deserved better than a man like me. I would have spoiled you.”
I would have laughed if my chest wasn't hurting so bad. If my body wasn't on fire, burning for this man.
“Let me go, Santos.”
He ignored me. Instead, he leaned in. “I was stupid that night, you know. Quite stupid of not taking what you innocently offered, even though I wanted to, so damn much.”
I loved you! I loved you, you bastard! I wanted to throw these words to his face, but I refrained. He didn't need to know.
I felt his hand move from my waist down to the edge of my dress before snaking inside. My dress rode up as his hand moved in a caress and rested on my panties.
“What do you think you're doing, Santos?” I protested, doing my best to ignore the shards of pleasure that shot through me.
“Fuck, you're soaked,” he muttered, caressing my pussy through my silk panties.
“Leave me alone, Santos. I don't want you. Not anymore.” Trying to keep the pain from my voice, I pushed him, but it was like trying to move a wall.
“That's not what your body says, darling.” He pushed the panties aside and stroked my bare clit. I couldn't stop the moan from escaping.
“What my body wants and what I want are two different things,” I said truthfully, even though in this case, my body and I wanted the same thing.
Anger darkened his eyes as he dipped his head and kissed my neck, his arousal pressed against my thigh. “But what did you do, Rosy? After that night we made out—after that night I tasted you—what did you do?”
My brain was still trying to process that information when he suddenly pushed away from me, severing all contact. “The next day, you offered my best friend the same thing you offered me!” he spat venomously.
I stopped breathing. Something curled up inside me and died. “W-what?”
He laughed mirthlessly. “You thought I wouldn't find out!? You thought Jason would keep it silent!? You went right ahead to slept with my best friend, you ungrateful slut!”
Santos didn't shout the words, but his deep, angry voice still cut like a whip. Oh, God. Oh, my God.
“The same day I left was the day you gave yourself and your virginity to my best friend. Why, Rosianna? You couldn't keep it in your pants, right? The same mouth you used to profess your love for me that night was the same mouth you used to scream for my damn best friend!” He was really angry, his hands fisted. His eyes held hatred as he glared daggers at me. “I'll never forgive you for that, Rosianna. Ever. You might have given your virginity to Jason, but I own your body and I'll take what's mine. One of these days, I'll have you on my bed and I'll take everything you have to give and more. Not out of love for you—no, not anymore. But because you owe me, Rosianna. Your body is mine.”
That said, he turned and walked to the bathroom without a backward glance, leaving a disoriented, close-to-tears me behind.
I didn't stand there after Santos walked away. Instead, I walked—staggered—my way out of his bedroom, my body shaking. For the first time in a long time, tears filled my eyes because of what happened when I was eighteen.Jason, that bastard. Oh, God, that bastard!The cool air that hit me outside didn't help my arousal one bit. “Where's the nearest club?” I asked a woman I met just outside Santos's compound. I thanked God that it was dark. The woman couldn't see my tears.“Just down the next block, my dear,” she answered before she continued on her way.I was deeply shaking as I made my way to the club—both with the arousal gnawing at me and the accusations Santos had just made. At the front door of the club, I dried my tears. With my chin lifted, I walked into the club, sidestepping slow-dancers, avoiding looking at couples making out. It didn't take long for men to stare at me. I'd long ago made peace with the fact that men found me very attractive. It was something that was a curse
SIX YEARS AGOThe next morning after Santos told me that he'd be travelling, I woke up feeling like shit. I felt lovesick, and already I was missing him.It was true we fought more than we talked, but I'd always felt a powerful emotion wherever he was concerned. I always let it out through antagonizing him, and he gave it right back. My aunt adopted Santos when his parents died in a fatal car accident. He was twelve then, and I was just six. He was so tall, and I was small. Even then, we never saw each other as family. Just as pests in each other's butts.Quickly, I got up from the bed to go shopping. I had to get my mind off his journey because we'd already said our goodbyes the day before.My mind went back to the way we said goodbye, and I felt my cheeks heating. I raised my hands to my face, smiling secretly as I went clothes shopping. Later, I hung out with my friends.But the hours seemed to stretch endlessly; time wasn't moving as fast as I wanted it. The thought of his depart
“It's been three hours, Jay. That girl is in a lot of pain right now,” Kain said, his eyes trailing behind his agitated friend.“I didn't know that she was going to be that stubborn. It's been three fucking hours!” Jason was angry. He had expected Rosy to start begging for it immediately when the drug entered her body—just like every woman that had ever taken the normal dosage of that drug. It angered him greatly that he had overdosed Rosy, and yet she refused to give in! She refused to beg!“Santos will have our heads if he ever finds out about this,” Kain said, the fear in his voice apparent.Jason was also terrified of what Santos would do, and that was why hadn’t made a move on the girl. Kidnapping Rosy had been a spur-of-the-moment decision that he didn't regret. He was just so angry that Rosy was making it difficult!“You still have that camera, right?” Jason directed at Marde who nodded his head.“You'll only take pictures when I'm the one fucking her and her face is glazed ove
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