Maya

I perched on a bar stool in the dimly lit kitchen of the cabin, my heart racing as I watched Luna methodically pour drink after drink into her glass. Her brown eyes were locked onto me with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “So you’re a nurse?” she slurred, her words thick and heavy, punctuated by unsteady sways. The empty vodka bottle stood like a sentinel beside her, a testament to the chaos spiraling around us. I shifted in my seat, straightening up as if trying to defy the weight of the moment. My hands intertwined nervously in my lap, and I cleared my throat to gather my thoughts, but they slipped away like sand through my fingers. It had been days since I last saw Armando, days spent in this cabin where Luna held me captive—no ropes binding my wrists today, but the invisible chains of anxiety and longing weighed heavily upon me.

My mind drifted to him, an ache blooming in my chest. How was he? Did he need me? The mere thought of him tugged at my very essence, igniting a fierce yearning to return to his side and care for him like I was born to do. Luna had mentioned that I would be heading home in a few days—home without Armando. The revelation hit me like a blow; they had cleared out my apartment, hastily moving my things to another place, keeping me hidden from Reaper and his Death Dealers.

But at what cost? The walls of the cabin felt as if they were closing in, a cruel reminder of my entrapment, and all I could think about was the warmth of Armando's touch, the way his eyes lit up with hope and trust. Would I ever escape this nightmare? I didn’t want to leave, but I had no choice. The truth sank into my chest like a stone: without seeing Armando, I knew, deep down, that I would never see him again. I could walk away with a clear conscience, knowing I had done everything I could for him. That was the last gift I could offer in my waning presence here."I am," I replied, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. My gaze flicked back to Luna as she squeezed a lime into her mouth, grimacing as the bitter juice cascaded down her lips and dripped onto her neck.

“Must be nice, having money to do so,” she chuckled, the sound hollow and devoid of warmth. I slid deeper into my seat, fingers grazing the weathered surface of the wooden dining room table just as Luna slammed her shot glass back down, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the heavy silence.

"I worked hard to put myself through medical school. I didn’t have handouts." My words hung in the air, charged, as I locked eyes with her. She leaned back in her leather chair, arms anchoring to the table, her posture a mix of defiance and disdain.

Before I could brace myself for her retort, the woman I had seen several times wander into Armando’s cabin burst through the door. Her blond hair was tightly pulled back, accentuating the sharp angles of her face. The moment our eyes met, her green gaze sliced through the room, charging at me like a weapon, as if she held some unspeakable grudge. Her lips curled into a sneer, a feral promise that she could attack me at any moment. Every instinct in me screamed to flee, yet I was rooted to the spot, caught in the tempest of emotions threatening to engulf this fragile moment.

“He wants you.” Her voice shook, brittle and breathy, each word slicing through the air like a knife. My body trembled, her words landing heavy on my chest, like a threat or a curse.Luna surged to her feet, the alcohol in her system igniting her defenses. She stepped between us, swaying but fierce. “He isn’t getting her. She’s leaving.”

In a sudden, desperate move, Luna gripped my arm, her hold unyielding despite the drunken haze around her. There was surprising strength in her grasp, a protective instinct surfacing even as the world spun.

“You take Maya, and he’ll come for her,” the woman hissed, snatching my arm from Luna’s grip with brutal precision. I yanked my arm back and planted myself between them, my heart racing with a mix of fear and resolve.

“You can go tell Armando she’s leaving, Amelia,” Luna shot back, her eyes blazing as she glared at the other woman, still clutching my arm like a lifeline.

I pulled away from Luna, frustration boiling over. “I’m not some toy you can yank around!” My voice cracked, desperation fueling my defiance.

Just then, the door swung open, revealing Jake, his blond hair almost glowing in the dim light. He locked his gaze on me, his expression hardening with a blend of confusion and authority. My stomach dropped as he pointed towards me, a silent command that left no room for argument.

Frozen for a heartbeat, I felt my resolve crumble under the weight of his stare. Swallowing hard, I let my feet move against my will, carrying me toward him, drawn like a moth to a flame. Each step felt like an unraveling thread, pulling me deeper into a web I wasn’t sure I could escape.

“Armando wants to see you.” The words slipped from his lips, a hushed warning laced with unease, as he pressed his palm flat against the door. His fingers lingered on the wood for a moment, almost as if gathering courage before pointing toward the imposing structure near the front gate. That cabin—larger, more foreboding than I had imagined—stood like a sentinel, painted in a farmhouse style that felt out of place amid the encroaching darkness.A raw ache twisted in my gut—an inexplicable pull toward Armando. Something primal screamed for him, a deep-seated need that left me breathless.

I stepped off the porch, and the instant the door slammed shut behind me, the raucous laughter within faded, replaced by a chilling scream that echoed through the stillness of the evening. My heart raced as silence reclaimed the compound, amplifying the tension that gripped me. With each hesitant step toward Armando’s cabin, I could feel the air thicken, charged with an unsettling energy.

As I reached the front porch, a solitary rocking chair creaked mournfully, seemingly caught in a time warp, and a few wilting flowers clung desperately to the railing. It was as if the house itself was holding its breath. The door loomed before me, a light orange hue—a mockery of warmth against the encroaching night, perhaps a remnant of Halloween.

I exhaled slowly, steadying myself, then raised my fist and struck the door—three hard raps against the frame that shattered the silence. Each knock reverberated in my bones, an urgent summons that echoed back at me, demanding not just entrance but a reckoning with whatever lay beyond that threshold.

A loud voice boomed from inside, vibrating through the wooden door as I curled my fingers around the cold handle, my heart pounding in sync with the rising tension. I turned it slowly, letting the chill of the air press against my cheeks like an icy hand. At Luna’s cabin, the air conditioner had sputtered and died, forcing me to fan myself with whatever was nearby just to breathe. But here, at Armando’s, it felt like I had stepped into the Arctic.As I crossed the threshold, my gaze swept over his home, and an unexpected comfort enveloped me like a warm blanket. For someone entrenched in drugs and the gritty life of a gang leader, I had anticipated something far grimmer. Instead, I found a living space that exuded warmth—plush furniture scattered around his living room, a large television flickering in the corner, casting shadows that danced on the walls.

But it was in the kitchen that I spotted Armando, slouched in a chair, his muscular frame rigid with tension. Our eyes locked, and suddenly, the breath caught in my throat like a fish in a net. He was strikingly handsome, his presence igniting something deep within me. My pulse quickened as I moved closer, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Armando had a power over me, an unspoken magnetism that shook the very ground beneath my feet—he didn’t even know the effect he had on me, but I was already ensnared in his web.

When I reached him, an electric tension crackled in the air. I glanced at his wound, a jagged gash wrapped in gauze, and lowered myself to examine it more closely. My heart thudded violently in my chest as I leaned in, my hand brushing over the delicate wrapping.“How’s your wound? When was it last changed?” I asked, forcing myself to meet Armando’s intense gaze.

He held my eyes, and for a moment, time hung suspended between us until I finally dropped my gaze, overwhelmed by the intensity of his stare. His fingers traced mine where they rested on his ribcage, sending shivers through me. “I’m not sure. I just woke up.”

A frown creased my brow in confusion. “Okay.”

Armando nodded slowly, those hazel swirls in his eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. I felt the weight of his gaze like a tangible thing, pulling me deeper into his world.

With trembling fingers, I gripped the gauze, pulling it away slowly. He winced, a low groan escaping his lips, and I felt a pang of guilt twist in my stomach. The wound was healing; it had been over a week since the accident, and a dark, angry scar was already beginning to form.

“It’s healing nicely,” I murmured, trying to sound reassuring as I reached for the hydrogen peroxide on the small table beside him. My movements were deliberate, almost reverent, as I opened the bottle, pouring a small amount onto a pristine white cloth.

But before I could press it against his skin, Armando’s hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my forearm with surprising strength. He pulled me closer, and I felt my breath hitch as he drew me toward him, his face inches from mine. My heart raced, a fragile heartbeat echoing in the charged silence of the room, as he tilted his head just enough to brush his lips against mine. I swallowed hard, caught between the raw urgency of the moment and the chaos swirling in my mind.

My heart raced wildly, threatening to escape my chest as his breath ghosted over my lips. Then, in an electrifying heartbeat, his mouth crashed against mine. A primal hunger ignited within me, and I surrendered to the urgency of it all, pushing back against him with fervor. Our lips collided in a flurry of burning passion, and I felt his fingers weave through my hair, gripping it tightly enough to draw a soft moan from my throat.

I closed my eyes, lost in the heat of the moment, as Armando's hands slid around my waist, drawing me closer. He groaned low and deep as he lifted me effortlessly, my body melding against his. I was swept away, tugged through the dimly lit hallway of his cabin, until we reached the bedroom—a sanctuary with a king-size bed dominating the space. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the moon outside, casting a silvery glow that danced across the room.

The air was thick with anticipation, tinged with the scent of cedar and something intoxicatingly raw. As he laid me down on the bed, I took in the sight of him, illuminated by the moonlight. His bronze skin shimmered like polished marble, and his lips glistened, freshly kissed, as he licked them slowly, teasingly.

Propped up on my elbows, I watched as he eased himself onto the bed, a predatory grace in each movement. My hands trembled—no, my entire body quaked with anxious desire. It had been too long since I had felt a man’s touch, over a year, and even longer since I’d experienced a lover who could truly deliver. But in that moment, staring into the depths of Armando’s gaze, I sensed an unspoken promise—a raw, magnetic energy that stirred the very core of me.

“Just say the words, Maya,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

I swallowed hard, battling the storm of fear and desire swirling within me as I crawled toward him, my hands gliding over the sculpted planes of his abdomen. He was built like a tank, solid and powerful, yet his touch was achingly gentle as his fingers caressed my cheeks. With every inch he leaned closer, his mouth brushed along my neck, teasing its way to my collarbone.

A soft moan escaped my lips, my breath coming in shallow gasps, a frantic rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Each caress of his lips sent shivers cascading across my skin, igniting goosebumps that rippled down my arms and back. Heat pooled between my legs, a throbbing urgency that begged for release as I huffed out a shaky, “Yes.”

I felt Armando’s smile against my neck, a predatory satisfaction that made my core ache with need. His fingers slid beneath the hem of my shirt, teasingly slow, until they reached my breast. The sensation of his fingertips circling my nipple sent a fiery shock racing through me, electrifying every nerve ending.

He twisted and pulled, drawing me deeper into an intoxicating haze of pleasure. My body responded instinctively, arching into his touch as the wetness between my legs grew, a fierce longing surging through me like a jolt of lightning. I was trapped in a whirlwind of sensation, lost in the overwhelming thrill of what was to come.

“Take off your clothes. I want to see every inch of you,” he murmured against my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. The command ignited a fire within me, and I couldn’t help but comply. I reached for my shirt, peeling it off and letting it fall to the floor. Then, with a swift movement, I discarded my pants, leaving only my lace bra and thong that clung to me like a second skin, a tantalizing reminder of the heat building between us.

Armandos’ fingers found their way to my nipple, teasing and coaxing it until I gasped in pleasure. He groaned low in his throat, the sound reverberating through me as he gripped my bra and unclipped it with a single tug. The delicate fabric slid down my chest, exposing my breasts to him, eagerly perking up at the sight of his hungry gaze. I watched as his eyes widened in delight, darkened with desire, his lips glistening as if they were begging for a taste.

“Now, take off the thong,” he commanded, his voice a deep growl that made my heart race. I didn’t hesitate; I tore the fabric from my body, tossing it aside as I felt his piercing gaze bore into me. His eyes transformed, black as night, consuming all the light around them as if something primal had awoken within him.

I lay completely bare before him, raw and vulnerable, yet electrified by the power of the moment. His hands traced my skin like an artist admiring a masterpiece, each caress igniting every nerve in my body.

“Push your legs apart,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument, exuding an undeniable authority that sent a thrill through me. My insides curled with anticipation as I obeyed, spreading my legs wide, exposing my throbbing slit that glistened with arousal, dripping onto the comforter. The air thickened with tension, every heartbeat echoing the delicious promise of what was to come, as I surrendered myself fully to him.

Armando moved around to the side of the bed, his gaze locked onto my honey pot with a primal intensity that made my heart race. Propped on my elbows, I was captivated by every deliberate movement he made, as if he were the predator and I the willing prey. I watched in breathless anticipation as his hand slid down to his shorts, and with a swift motion, he dropped them, revealing his hardened cock. The sight took my breath away, an exquisite vision of veined flesh that promised untold pleasures. I gasped, my body awakening to a hunger I hadn’t known I possessed.

He stood before me, the embodiment of raw desire, as his hand took hold of himself, stroking slowly at first, building a rhythm fueled by the heat of the moment. His eyes were locked onto mine, darkened with lust. “I need to ask your permission before we go any further,” he said, his voice low and smooth, tinged with urgency. “And I know I asked earlier, but this is different. I want your consent for everything I’m about to do to you... and what I crave from this experience.”

His gaze bore into me, the heat from his body radiating like a flame. My throat went dry, and my pulse quickened, the air thick with tension and desire. “What permission do you need?” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper, quivering with curiosity and longing.

As if compelled by some unseen force, he stroked himself harder, more intensely, each movement drawing me deeper into a haze of passion. My eyes couldn’t tear away from his cock, glistening at the tip with clear liquid that oozed tantalizingly. I licked my lips, an animalistic craving rising within me, my stomach fluttering with both excitement and hunger for this man who stirred something wild and untamed inside. Every part of me ached to close the distance between us, to surrender completely to the fire igniting in the space that separated our bodies.

He stroked himself slowly, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. The world outside faded away; it was just him and me, a perfect bubble of heat and anticipation. My breath quickened, each inhale thick with desire.

Armando moved in front of the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress, creating an intimate dip between us. We were now so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, the sharp tang of his arousal filling the air like a heady perfume. His breaths mingled with mine, heavy with unspoken promises.

“I like to play rough,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that wrapped around me like a warm blanket. “Sometimes I can lose myself—leave my body—and not come back until I’m released.” His fingers grazed my cheek, sending electric sparks through me, before closing the space between us with a searing kiss. It started soft, but heated quickly, igniting a flurry of butterflies deep in my core.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as I deepened the kiss, my body humming with need. When I finally pulled back, breathless, I nodded slowly. “I give consent,” I whispered, my voice thick with longing.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his gaze piercing as if searching for any hint of hesitation. “I’m not sure if you’re ready for me.”

With a steady breath, I nodded again, feeling the weight of my desire. “I’m ready,” I assured him, my voice steadier this time. The thrill of surrender pulsed within me, and I knew there was no turning back.

Armando’s fingers threaded through my hair, grounding me as I stared into his smoldering gaze. In that moment, he transformed—his eyes darkening with a feral desire that ignited a fire deep within me. His right hand slid down, fingers grazing my throbbing core, teasing and exploring with an urgency that sent waves of pleasure washing over me. I moaned softly, every sound spilling from my lips an echo of raw passion as his left hand gripped my hair tighter, holding me captive.

He leaned in, kissing me softly at first, but then he deepened it, crashing his mouth against mine with a hunger that made my heart race. Our tongues entwined in a sensual dance, his kiss both tender and commanding. A delicious tension filled the air, but then something shifted. I sensed a wildness in him—his desires pushing the boundaries of what I was used to. Suddenly, he pulled back, withdrawing his fingers from my slick warmth, leaving me gasping, my breath coming in quick, heated bursts.

“Get on your knees.” His voice was low, a demanding growl that sent tremors of excitement through me. I obeyed, sinking onto my knees, my skin prickling with anticipation as I presented myself to him, warmth dripping down my thighs. The cool air enveloped me, contrasting sharply with the heat pooling in my belly. I gripped the fabric of the blanket tightly, my body alive with sensation.

Then came the sharp crack of his palm against my ass, sending jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through me, a sound that echoed in the stillness. My breath hitched, each strike drawing out desperate, uneven gasps as I felt the heat radiating from the contact.

“You like that, you dirty bitch?” His voice held a wicked edge, and I turned to meet his glare, a smirk playing on my lips—until he struck my ass again, forcing me to face forward, quieting my defiance.

“That is for looking at me. Don’t let me catch you again.” His tone was fierce, authority lacing every word.

I nodded into the covers, feeling the absence of his presence as he stepped away. The emptiness wrapped around me like a fog until I felt the weight of him return, igniting the air with palpable tension once more.

He didn’t utter a single word, not even a warning, until I heard the sharp snap of a cap flicking open and closed. A thrill coursed through me as his hands roamed over my ass, a warm caress inching closer to my entrance, igniting a desperate need within me. As my body faced forward, my head dipped down, granting me a tantalizing view of his hardened shaft, glistening with anticipation, and a bottle of lube resting tantalizingly near my leg.

His breath was hot against my slit, sending shivers racing along my spine as butterflies danced in my stomach. In an instant, Armando plunged into me, filling me completely. A deep, throaty moan escaped my lips, visceral and primal, as I gripped the blanket for dear life, my body arching to meet his deep thrusts. My head fell forward, burying itself into the pillow as waves of pleasure rolled through me, each thrust driving deeper into my aching core.

Armando’s hands gripped my ass with a fierce possessiveness, his fingers digging into my flesh as guttural sounds escaped him, echoing the raw urgency between us. The way he moved sent jolts of ecstasy shooting through me, and I clutched the blanket tighter, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

But then, just as suddenly, he stopped, withdrawing from me, leaving me panting and yearning for him. My eyes remained glued ahead, my heart racing, until his firm voice cut through the haze of desire: “Turn around.”

I obeyed without hesitation, swiftly pivoting to face him. He knelt before me, his forehead glistening with droplets of sweat that trickled down his cheek, each droplet a testament to the heat building between us. The sight of him—powerful, captivating, and utterly consumed by desire—made my pulse race even faster.

I stared at Armando, my knees burning from the strain of holding myself in place. A pulse of heat throbbed deep within me, driven by the desire ignited by our earlier encounter. His cock stood rigid before me, precum glistening at the tip, promising pleasure and excess.

“Pleasure me with your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low and thick with need, those dark eyes glowing like the depths of night.

Without hesitation, I leaned forward, my heart racing as I nestled against him. The scent of my arousal mixed with his intoxicating musk filled the air, enveloping me in a haze of desire. I lowered my mouth to his throbbing member, the taste of sweet nectar on my lips mingling with the salty essence of him. As I flicked my tongue over his length, each movement was deliberate, powerful— drawing him deeper into my mouth, savoring the feeling of taking him fully.

Peeking up, I caught Armando's gaze, his eyes locked shut in bliss. He tilted his head back, revealing the sculpted lines of his body—each muscle defined, every curve a testament to raw masculinity. It was mesmerizing, a beautiful mix of strength and vulnerability that made my pulse quicken.

When he finally opened his eyes and found me again, a smirk played on his lips. “I want to see you touch yourself for me,” he commanded, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

With his hand guiding me, I felt an overwhelming rush of submission wash over me. The world faded away as I surrendered to the moment, ready to obey his every whim.

A small smile tugged at my lips; this was exactly what I craved. I wanted him to watch me lose myself in pleasure. With a slow nod, I brought my right hand down to my pussy, my fingers teasingly tracing around my throbbing clit. Each delicate touch drew a soft moan from my lips as I kept my gaze locked on Armando. His eyes burned with hunger, focused solely on my movements while my mouth nestled against the length of his cock, applying rhythmic suction accompanied by the wet sounds of my throat. He gripped my hair tighter, his fingers digging into my scalp like a hot brand, each pull igniting a fresh wave of desire. I added to the symphony of moans and gasps as I stroked myself harder, slipping one finger after another inside me. The air thickened with the intoxicating scent of sex, mixing with the musk of his arousal and slick lube.

I could feel the pressure building within me, rising higher and higher until I let out a deep moan of pure ecstasy. A wave of liquid pleasure surged from my core, and I quickly pulled my hand away, eager to bring it to his cock. I gripped him firmly, my hand sliding up and down his shaft with hungry urgency, pulling him deeper into my mouth with every thrust. His moans filled the room, intensifying the overwhelming heat that surrounded us. The walls felt like they were closing in, charged with our raw energy. Finally, as I felt the unmistakable tremor in his body, the burst of hot semen erupted into my mouth, filling me completely. I savored every drop, keeping him buried deep as I let his warmth spill over, some of it cascading down my chin.

With a sultry glance, I swallowed every last bit, relishing the satisfaction of having him witness my submission to pleasure, the taste of him lingering on my tongue. His eyes became normal again, they traced my mouth until I swallowed him down. I stuck out my tongue and gently scarped the last of his soldiers into my mouth from his tip.

Armando gently kissed my nipple, his fingers twirling around it like a toy. “You are so fucking hot.” He murmured. I smiled and turned over to meet his gaze, his focused was on my eyes. Then like it was normal, he pulled up the blanket around us and snuggled close to me without to much pressure on his wound.

I pulled forward, arching my back against the bed like a blossoming flower. Armando brought his mouth to mine, kissing me with a ferocity that spoke of years lost. The kiss was a searing promise, igniting every nerve ending in my body. As his lips trailed from mine to my neck, I felt a rush of heat spread through me, alive in a way I had never known before. It wasn’t just about the sex; it was something deeper, a magnetic pull that made being around him feel achingly familiar, like I had finally come home.

His hand caressed my bare breast, fingers exploring my softness with a possessive hunger. "You are so fucking hot," he murmured, trailing gentle kisses down to my nipple. He toyed with it, his fingers circling and teasing, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I couldn’t help but smile at the intensity in his gaze as he looked up at me, eyes dark with desire.

With a casual ease, he pulled the blanket up around us, cocooning us in warmth as he snuggled close. He held me tightly against him, careful not to press too hard on his wound, yet his embrace felt possessive and protective. With him wrapped around me, I felt like I belonged, every heartbeat synchronizing into a rhythmic lullaby. We both surrendered to the exhaustion of the night, drifting off into a blissful sleep, tangled together like lovers destined to be.