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Marimar Oquendo's Point of View “What in the hell happened to you two? This is worse than last time!” We sat side by side on the bed, shoulders slumped and heads bowed while he worked on our wounds. We might have been children called to account by a parent. I could not feel a thing. Not a flicker of pain anywhere on my skin. Panic bloomed in my chest and spread warm through my veins. Would I lose my sense of touch entirely? Would I become the woman who felt nothing at all? I bounced my leg against the mattress and struck my side with the flat of my hand. I even pressed my bandaged palm hard against my knee, testing for any sensation that might linger. I cannot lose this. I will not. “Fuck! Are you finished acting like a lunatic?” The demon’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. I lifted my chin to glare at him, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. “How would you feel if you couldn’t feel a thing? Wouldn’t yo

WARNING: This chapter contains mature and sensitive content not suitable for young readers. Please proceed with caution. Marimar Oquendo's Point of View I did not know where to put my eyes. I did not know what to do with my hands. How had things with Levi come to this? My fingers twisted in the bedsheet as he moved against me, his mouth and tongue finding every sensitive spot. His hands were firm on my thighs, holding me open so I could not close my legs even if I tried. “Levi. Stop. This is not right. We cannot do this.” I gasped and tried to push him away with one hand while the other pressed flat against the mattress to steady myself. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt. It should not feel so good but every nerve in my body was alive and reaching for more. Why did wrong feel so close to right? My cheeks burned and I could hear the soft wet sound of his mouth on me, mixing with my own fast uneven breaths.

Marimar Oquendo’s Point of ViewThe words Levi had spoken cut so deep, I could barely believe they were real.I’d only just come to again.My gaze flickered between the window and my body. The ache between my legs still throbbed, and I was still in the same clothes I’d worn when he’d said those things to me.It was like the ground had opened up beneath me and swallowed me whole.I must have fainted after he’d spoken—exhaustion and the weight of it all must have pulled me under. I sank back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as I pieced together every moment from last night to now.First: Levi and I had been together—we’d made love, and I was no longer the kind of pure my mother raised me to be. I wasn’t some demure saint; I was just Marimar, who’d given herself to the man she’d been caring for, even though we weren’t married.Second: Levi was back to his old self. He’d snapped out of his haze before we’d even touched—he’d been the one in control. And I, fool that I was, had let d

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Discretion is advised. Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View Please let me sleep. Please let me sleep. Please let me sleep—God! Who could sleep through moans and a bed that won’t stop shaking?! I’m so furious I could scream. So angry I want to slap something! Did they really have to do this here? It hurts enough as it is—this is just too much. I’ve bitten my lower lip raw since this started, my jaw clenched tight and eyes squeezed shut. I barely breathe, terrified they’ll notice I’m awake. Why here? Did they choose my room on purpose? Is this part of some twisted plan to make me leave? I almost laughed at the thought. If you think this will drive me away—well, even if you run out of cum, Levi, I’m not going anywhere! “Oh! Haugh! Lev! Lev! Oh! Augh! Haugh!” The woman’s loud cries mixed with the wet, lewd sounds of their bodi

Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View I went quiet the moment Levi spoke, my lips clamped shut. Shock and pain stole my voice completely, leaving me frozen in place. He stepped back slowly until he stood before me again, his gaze hollow and distant as he studied the emotions playing across my face—waiting, it seemed, for me to react. When he realized I wasn’t going to speak, he turned and walked to the wardrobe he’d been heading for earlier. He pulled something out, then turned back and came toward me. “Here.” My eyes dropped to the black tote bag in his hand. I couldn’t see inside, but I knew it was heavy. “What is this?” I asked, my voice thin and weak. Once, every conversation with him had filled me with excitement and joy. Now, every second I stood before him drained me of the strength to keep talking. “Money. Isn’t that what you wanted? You worked as my nanny for pay—you wanted to make something of yourself. And li