I couldn't answer Flynn.Actually, I didn't want to answer.Because I didn't want to be your girlfriend. I wanted more. I wanted everything. And that was the first step for me to get where I so longed for. So that I would have Flynn's heart of gold in my hands, to do everything I wanted. Put it in front of me as a wall in difficult times, or expose it next to me as a trophy.I wanted to have it completely, every breath, every sigh. I wish he only had eyes and attention on me. And I had managed to make good progress, but now I needed more. Not only for the goals, but for my own desire, my own fetish, which made that man become the ideal character of a novel, which made him become the ideal man to take me to the top. So, I knew what I needed to do to make that happen.Taking advantage of our very close mouths, I leaned over and kissed him very lightly, just because I could, just because he gave me the certainty that he would never refuse any gesture of affection that came from my direct
I could no longer have any control over my sounds. They escaped from my half-open mouth and my eyes could no longer remain open. My body waved to Flynn, thirsty for another dose of his sucking, and I didn't even remember that someday I hadn't liked that feeling. There was a moment of torpor in which the pleasure rose in gusts so strong that I ended up holding Flynn's hair and rubbing my sex against his mouth, acting in such a wild and brutal way that I believed I was reaching a fulminant orgasm.Rising again to kiss me, Flynn opened my mouth to receive his tongue, and I noticed with considerable hysteria that he had my taste and smell on his face. I was very shaken by the effect of that preliminary, and I didn't make much objection when he put me back on his lap, lowering the straps of my dress to grab my breasts.I wanted Flynn so eagerly, that I started massaging his virile member with my own warm intimacy and free of underwear. Meanwhile, he amused me with the movements of his hand
I believed that he would again need some time to rest, however, Flynn surprised me by turning my face down on the bed, raising my hips without warning. He held above my hips and put himself behind me, pulling me with a sudden that made his penis penetrate me with a blow of our meats. I gasped louder than I should, and covered my mouth so that the sound didn't escape from the cabin. Flynn laughed, I listened and felt the sound passing through my body. He put pressure on my back when he had to lean over to pull my hair."Did you know that what I like most about you is how your hair becomes easier to be pulled? "He asked at the foot of my ear. His hand wrapped around the wires, just as if it were a rope, and very subtly he pulled my head back. The other hand went up to my throat, pressing so lightly that it only served to leave me even more on fire. "I like the way your body seems modeled for what stirs me the most, Tasha. You're made for me. In every way.”And I really believed what he
On Monday morning the office didn't boast that usual good energy. Although everyone arrived from the trip before midnight last night, no one seemed to have slept enough that morning. It was very easy to cross the corridors with employees who blinked their eyes slowly, or those who yawned out loud filling their eyes with water, not to mention the small minority who were grumbling that they would never accept to take such a tiring trip again.I, always so contrary to all emotions together, and lucky enough to have taken a trip in the boss's private car, felt more awake and happy than ever. I had even taken the trouble to wear the skirt of my new uniform and again washed my hair to dry it and keep the curly locks as smooth as possible, and I had even risked using a makeup to ward off the so common apathy on my face, so that I was getting more looks than I should.On the one hand, I had a slight suspicion that most of that attention received was for the vague memory of everyone who saw me
My body already corresponded to your touch as if memorizing each of your actions. My heart missed a beat when his hand climbed through the straight cut of the skirt, lifting it very subtly, as his hand slid closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. And my breath got stuck in my lungs when his other hand slid inside the suit and under the shirt, easily finding my underwear.When I made a sound very similar to a gasp, he turned me sharply against his chest, and made me lean my ass against his desk. That hand that was in my bra stood up to hold my neck very lightly, and my eyes must have blinked with the glow of lust, because he held my jaw and pressed until he got close enough to take my lips on his.It was not an affectionate kiss, it was hungry, as if he had been for days, maybe weeks, without seeing me, and wanted to end all the longing in a single gesture. But I knew what that really meant. It was his fetish, ours, mixed with the savagery of excitement. And there was no more prude
Flynn picked me up at home after he left work, since on Mondays I had the day off because I was off at the supermarket. He greeted me with a breathtaking kiss as soon as I got in the car, and although I already knew that his musical taste always looked a lot like mine and that most of the time it was a pure coincidence that he was listening to something romantic or sensual that could refer to our relationship, that night the music that played on his radio was very suggestive. He talked about a man who fell in love with a woman from hell, the way she controlled his life and made him feel like a God of hell, and how he would be willing to take over the world if he could continue with her. I hummed the part where he said "She drove me, drove me crazy, a-yeah-ah", opening a smile when Flynn noticed the hint.I already knew that to maintain the standards of a luxurious life, and not to run any risk of life being a man heir to a fortune who did not think it was necessary to have security gu
"How about we start with a less complicated and easier magic than you show me your house? "I asked. As soon as I noticed the shadow of disappointment passing through your face, I tried to add: "Then I promise I'll let you show you all your most indecent magic tricks.”Laughing, Flynn took me by the hand and went around the stone path of the garage so that we could be in front of the house, whose door was made of wood and the handle was wide and was in the middle of the door, so that to open it, he would lean his clock against a small black panel located in one of the left corners of the dark wood. It was a two-story mansion, and the structure resembled an old party cake, in which the floors were square and decreased as it went up. Janelões were facing the street, and the house was entirely white, so that the lights that lit the movement flickered in yellowish tones against the smooth walls. Small bushes decorated the residence, and some trees rose beyond the height of the house, makin
My plan to follow Flynn was very simple.I couldn't be seen leaving your house, even if I was bold enough to borrow your motorcycle, or if I sneaked through the shadows to get out through the doorman's guardhouse. So, the only thing to get out of there without anyone noticing, not even himself, would be to go in his own car. Thus, when he rushed to the front door, acting hastily with the hope of making sure that Diana Garcia was lying about her attempt to take her own life, I went back to the back area and ran to her dog's little house.The animal raised its head when it saw me, and watched as I let go of its chain, pulling it from the small nail that held it stuck. The dog let out an ecstatic bark and I whistled for him to shut up, before starting to shake it to run as fast as possible to the front of the house. The dog obeyed easily, running out in the hope that I would follow him, but I stopped at the curve of the wall, watching Flynn grumble against the dog's disobedience, and run
I almost no longer needed to use the tracker I had installed on Flynn's cell phone at the beginning of everything. I only used it because I still couldn't stop that mistrust when I noticed that he spent too much time working. But the conversations were always the same with the customers. And I didn't suspect that he was going out with other people, because there was no time when we weren't together. Still, I couldn't totally trust him. There were days when I didn't sleep. Not until I was really alone at home.My sleep problems remained the same. Always caused by that fear of being vulnerable next to someone else, and also by the constant nightmares about the murders I've been orchestrating with the help of someone else. I never told my therapist the truth. I never let him reach more than the edge of my feelings. At the same time I was policing myself to act and speak the way everyone expected Tasha Santos to do, although deep down there was that rabid animal that was always ready to a
"Can you behave like educated children? "He scolded my sister, pulling one of my nephews by the ear. "That's why I never go out with you!”" Jenyfer, it doesn't have to be so hard," countered my brother-in-law, reaching the smaller child who wouldn't stop climbing on the couch and throwing the cushions up. "They are too small to understand. And I'm sure your sister doesn't mind them playing, does Tasha?”"They will understand very well when their aunt put them on platters and bake for our lunch," shouted Jenyfer, looking with her eyes for any confirmation that I would be really furious.I left the platter with pasta in white sauce on the table and stretched my neck to see through the open door of the kitchen, finding my brother-in-law with my three-year-old nephew on his lap who kicked and shook his golden curl hair, in a desperate attempt to get back to mess up everything he found on his way. While my sister held her eldest son, ten years old, by the tip of her ear. It should be hurt
I still hid many secrets from Flynn. The biggest of them was also a surprise that left me in shock for at least three days, until I remembered that I needed to act normally so that he had no idea what was happening to my body, until I found the perfect opportunity to use this against him. At the moment, we were fine. We had sex every day. We ate in fancy places. We slept in the moonlight. And sometimes we resumed the sexual provocations and attacks within the company.Everything seemed very good in my life. So good that sometimes I even wondered where the hidden cameras of the prank were. Because trying to compare the woman of months ago who barely had time to eat and sleep because of the two jobs that they couldn't even pay the bills, and trying to find similarities with the woman who was having the life of dreams, was impossible. I still worked during the day and dedicated myself to writing in my free moments, wanting to reach higher and higher levels in that achievement, and willin
I knelt before the well-kept and immaculate tomb of one of the farthest cemeteries in the city, depositing my set of small yellow flowers below the concrete tombstone, which read "Diana Garcia. 08/23/1991. 12/24/2020."Despite bringing a handkerchief in my hands and touching it from time to time in the waterline of my eyes, I wasn't crying. In fact, the only emotion I felt was the pure satisfaction of having accomplished all my goals without anyone realizing where I was wanting to go. Diana Garcia had been the woman who gave the bad luck to cross her path to mine, when she decided to mistreat me and demoralize in front of her ex-husband, and my current fiancé, Flynn Ashton. I persuaded an unstable and deeply shaken man to take his life. I manipulated and orchestrated every step taken, and I still became some kind of national victim who was too traumatized to give clear statements to the police. Diana Garcia was my perfect victim, and Landon the criminal who freed me from paying for an
"What's going to happen now? "I asked against your chest. "What do we do with life? With the police? The investigator was here earlier. He asked me about my relationship with Leo, the man who held me hostage at the end of the robbery. In the researcher's opinion, I seemed to be too friendly with someone who always presented unstable behaviors.”"I knew," he said, leaning his chin on my head. "They want to discredit us in every way, Tas. But you don't have to worry. I have a real team of lawyers. No one will get enough arguments to cause fear. They have nothing to suspect, at the end of the day. The point is that it is much more interesting to focus on the relationships we had with the people involved in the crime, than to actually solve it. That's the problem with the police in this place.”"I'm still afraid, Flynn. "I commented in a trembling voice. "I'm still afraid that they might catch me off guard and make me confess something I didn't even do. I've never been in front of police
"I don't feel vulnerable," I said, already feeling in which direction that conversation would take. I had to show that I was very stubborn and the owner of my own will. "And I think this whole situation may have made you a little paranoid, Flynn. I'm not criticizing. I think anyone in their normal state would become a little suspicious. But if you're suggesting that I need security guards, I refuse. I can’t work every day knowing that when I leave the supermarket I will get into a car with two armed men and that they will leave me at home, or that they will take me to your house, because you no longer trust the people who live in my building, and that’s why you prefer to avoid it. I don't want bodyguards, just like you don't want to either. And I don't think that being with you will make me a target. I think this can even increase my security, since no one will want to mess with someone so powerful.”"I know the question is strange to you," he said, still without looking me in the eye
Flynn totally entered the room, and seeing him was like opening the curtains in a dark room. He was my sun on that rainy night outside, and I was really happy to see him. The hair was loose on his shoulders, and the smooth and silky strands slipped smoothly to make the face even more beautiful and shiny. He took off his mask and kept it in his pocket, while still watching me, looking as happy and radiant as I should be."The nurse told us that the number of visits was limited," Cristiano said somewhere far from my attention. "I don't think she'll be happy to see so many people in here. Tasha just went through a traumatic situation. She needs rest. You can't keep getting so many people in the room like that.”"You're right," said Flynn, looking away for a quick moment to observe Cristiano. "You can leave now. I've arrived.”"I'm not going out," Cristiano said with a dull giggle. "I arrived first.”"Oh, for God's sake! "Beatrice grunted, rising from a jump. She pulled Cristiano violentl
"Look, Cris... I really like you. I really loved you more than anything in this life. But you're not the guy I can call when the situation gets tight, you know? "I said, performing a mouth-in-mouth. "You're the guy who amuses me, makes me laugh, but that's all. All you do besides that is hurt me. And I know you may be being sincere in saying that you really realized that we were born for each other and that we should continue together, but now, after all, you no longer fit into my life, Cris.”"No, Tas. You don't have to say anything. "He interrupted, pretending that I hadn't really said anything. "I understand that you are already with someone else. And I don't want this guy to suffer, thinking that you'll be able to love him as you love me. I know you can't love anyone the same way you loved me, and I think he'll need some time to understand that. But I don't want to force anything. I don't want you to tell him out of nowhere that you don't want to see him anymore. We can make it wo
Beatrice snorted, but went to sit in one of the chairs, watching Cristiano like an eagle watching the chicks in her nest."What do you need to know? "He asked."How did the police arrive so fast? "I asked Beatrice, disappointing Cristiano's expectations. "How did they know what was happening in the supermarket, if the employees were surrendered before they had time to call them?”"The police had been following Flynn since the first crime," she replied, undoing the angry expression. "They considered him a suspect, yes, but the point was that they believed that the bandits would not leave Flynn alive to tell the story of what had happened. And, being a billionaire man in the middle of Brazil, they took on the role of following his every step to know if they would not meet the bandits at some point. And the moment came when Flynn came to pick you up that night. They were waiting across the street, in plainclothes, when they noticed that masked men entered the establishment. All we really