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RAVENAAs soon as Adrian left my room, I went to the kitchen and asked the cook to prepare macaroni and cheese, because, besides being a quick dish, I had already noticed that Adrian really liked pasta.Oh my God! I couldn't believe that I had spent those two days immersed in the most incomparable fear, believing that he had really taken someone's life. The resentment inside me was so blinding, because he had left me alone to spend the night with that woman, that I couldn't see anything else, I didn't realize how innocent I was. However, that innocence was etched in his eyes when I asked him the truth.Adrian wasn't guilty. He might be arrogant, he might have the attitude of a tyrant, but he wasn't a murderer. After all, he had no reason to kill that girl. On the contrary, he needed her alive to lie, testifying in his favor about what he thought had happened between us at the club.I wished I could believe that my mother wasn't behind this murder, but the truth was that she would prof
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Without separating his hungry mouth from mine, Adrian turned us over on the bed, placing me on top of him, straddling his lap and I continued pressing my smeared sex into his bulge, while his hands roamed over me, groping my breasts over the fabric of my blouse, sliding through me, squeezing my ass hard.— I no longer have the strength to resist you — he growled, his voice thick, hoarse, breathless, revealing his extreme excitement.— Don't resist — I murmured, fearing that I might die if he stopped touching me.- But…—I'm not a child—I interrupted him.Seemingly reflective, he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and attacked me again with that insatiable hunger that was driving me crazy, pressing his demanding mouth against mine, sucking my tongue deliciously and making me suck his. With an exciting brutality in his movements, he turned us over again on the mattress, placing himself on top of me and soon his delicious mouth was moving down the skin of my neck, hungrily, with volu
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RAVENASuddenly tensing, my mother stood up and moved a little closer to Daniel, as if he might be able to protect her from Adrian if he tried to rip her head off her body.— The daughter is mine and, while she is a minor, she will go wherever I send her.— Nothing like that. We have an agreement and this is where she stays until my son is born.Shaking off her initial fear, my mother lifted her chin and took a step forward, looking irritatingly arrogant.— There is no longer any agreement. You no longer have a witness who will lie for you saying that she saw Raven drugging you and taking advantage of you that night. It's over, Adrian. My daughter's place is by my side and not in the house of a murderer. If you want to see this child after it is born, you will have to pay dearly for it — my mother spoke with so much venom that she managed to make me hate her more with each word that came out of her mouth.How could I have been born to someone so characterless?Adrian also took a step
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— What a beautiful thing, the couple together! — My mother's voice echoed through the room, loud, mocking, filled with barely contained hatred and we broke away from the hug, turning to her. — That's what she's saying, surely in order to keep your money all to herself. But this dirty whore is still a minor, she has to obey me and come home with me , by hook or by crook. Don't make me have to go to the Child Protection Service, or even the police!Her eyes glared at me with an almost bestial fury, and I began to tremble all over again. A cold sweat covered my hands as terror took hold of me. I knew her well enough to be sure that this story was far from over. She would never accept her defeat, she would never allow things to stay like this.— And what are you going to tell the Child Protection Council? That you sedated your daughter and forced her to undergo artificial insemination? — asked Adrian.— I want to see this bitch prove it was like that. She's making up this story so she can
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RAVENAMarina didn't seem to have heard the part where Adrian said that this wedding wouldn't be real, but just a lie made up to keep my mother away. She was all excited, trying to convince me to go to the mall to buy a wedding dress, do fancy hairstyles and even throw a party after the ceremony. But I wasn't feeling all that excited. I would see this event as what it really was: just another obstacle to overcome on the path to my emancipation. Besides, we needed to be discreet so that the police wouldn't find out that Adrian was leaving town for a few hours.I had to insist that he eat something before we left, because he was very exhausted, the tiredness, hunger and days of suffering spent in prison were evident in his face. We left the house around two in the afternoon, in the car driven by the driver, heading towards Belize.Adrian was sitting in the front seat, while Marina, Rosilene and I sat in the back. The two of them would be our witnesses.I was wearing one of the fancy dre
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He sat on the edge of the mattress, so close that the delicious scent of his perfume reached me, awakening each of my senses to his dangerous proximity. His pearly blue eyes held mine for a brief moment of silence and everything inside me stirred. My heart beat faster, that impatient heat rose in the pit of my stomach and spread through my blood, leading me to a silent, almost desperate plea to feel him even closer, touching me and kissing me, without me understanding the unreasonable intensity of this attraction he exerted over me. He was just another man, like so many others who had frequented my house since I was little, but apparently much more dangerous, which only made things worse.Why was it different with him than it was with others? Why did I feel so hopelessly affected, attracted, when it should be exactly the opposite? I didn't understand.That night he looked more handsome than ever, wearing khaki track pants and a polo shirt, with his short hair tousled, giving him a mor
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ADRIANWhen I woke up, still in Ravena's bed, I had the sensation that I was in the middle of the Sahara desert, under the scorching sun, such was the heat that took over me. My skin was sore, burning, my balls hurt violently.When I opened my eyes, I found her beautiful face resting on my arm, asleep, completely relaxed, with her eyes closed, her thick dark hair spread out in all directions, her feminine, fragile and small body, nestled against mine, revealing to me the reason for such a commotion in my body.I wanted that girl with an almost unhealthy intensity, like I had never felt for another woman. However, I had to control myself, because even though she was carrying my child, she was only a teenager, almost a child. It would take all my self-control to resist my urges to take her and make her mine while she was living under my roof. I would not become that kind of pervert, I already had enough sins on my back, waiting to be paid for.So, carefully, avoiding waking her, I slowl
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ADRIANAfter the ecstasy, I felt my body slightly heavier, languid. In order to avoid putting my weight on Ravena, I turned us sideways on the bed, keeping our bodies still glued together from top to bottom, with my cock still inside her, completely hard, sliding deliciously into my cum and hers, refusing to leave her, while her heart beat so fast that I could feel it against my chest.“Are you okay?” I asked, breathless.—I've never been better. — He gave me a smile.— Didn't I hurt you?— A little, at first. But it was worth it.— I feel like I should leave you alone so you can have relief, since it's your first time, but I can't get out of you.She caressed my face with her fingertips, her magnificent blue eyes shining with lust.— I don't need relief. I need you inside me.In response to her words, my cock gave a long spasm. Then I spread my hand over the tight flesh of her ass, digging my fingers in there, making her throw her leg over my hip and pressing her tighter against me,
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RAVENA Five years later...It was Sunday and the day was sunny, although a cool, constant breeze was blowing, easing the heat of that time of year.As we used to do on weekends, when we weren't traveling to some paradise destination, Adrian and I would have a barbecue in the backyard of our house in São Paulo. We had three maids who worked with us from Monday to Friday, but on Saturdays and Sundays, I insisted that we prepare everything ourselves.While my handsome husband was busy grilling the meat on the large barbecue in the pool area, the children were playing on the lawn further ahead, running excitedly after a ball, along with Mr. Arnaldo, who could barely keep up with them . Heitor, our firstborn, was the fastest. He scored all the goals, but he didn't let his younger sister, Maria Flor, get left out, making it easier for her to kick the ball a few times, even though it wasn't easy to keep up with her brother at three years old.Watching them, I was filled with affection and p
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— Sorry for the interruption, guys, but I had to come up here and make a fool of myself so that the girl I love would believe in my love. — He fell silent for a moment and there was a shower of boos and whispers of admiration, which became audible in equal measure. — Ravena, I love you, more than I've ever been able to love anyone in my life. — When they heard my name being pronounced, the crowd moved away, forming a semicircle, creating space between me and the stage, all eyes turned in my direction, while I remained petrified, with my heart racing, my face burning with shame, for becoming the center of attention. — With you, I learned to forgive, something I never imagined I would be capable of. You taught me to love and, as selfish as it may be, I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. Forgive me for all the stupid things I said before. Come home with me, my love, we'll raise our child together .He fell silent and a deathly silence fell over the place, all attention was f
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Burning with fury, I crossed the few meters that separated us, dodging the crazed dancers along the way and closed my hand around his arm, causing him a small fright.—Come with me. We need to talk. — I had to change the tone of my voice so that it would be audible over the sound of the loud music.Raven stared at me in silence for a moment, her eyes filled with disbelief. But then she seemed to come to her senses again, her face contorted with anger, as she jerked her arm out of my grasp.— I have nothing to talk to you about! — she shouted, enraged.— Yes, there is. Come with me right now! — I replied.When I closed my hand around her arm again, determined to get her out of that hell, the idiot who had a crush on her had the nerve to come at me, wanting to fight.— She already said she doesn't want to talk to you, man. Let her go — he said.I slapped my free hand on his chest and it took just one push for him to stagger back. But he had his cousin and other friends who had joined th
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ADRIANI was in the middle of one of the most important meetings about that project, the last one I would hold with the engineers and shareholders before my return to São Paulo, and yet I couldn't concentrate on anything the men and women seated around the large rectangular table were saying.As had been the case for the past few weeks, all I could think about was Raven. I was about to go crazy with her new habits, with that new mania of always leaving the house, going back and forth to Belize, having fun as if there was no tomorrow.I really wanted to be happy for her, for the fact that she was managing to move on without me, after all that was how things had to be. She was just living her life as she should. However, I was on the verge of madness, I couldn't stop thinking about her, about what she did with those idiots out there. Because of such thoughts, I had reached the height of absurdity by ordering my security guards to keep that Fernando guy as far away from her as possible,
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The next day, I had lunch in my room again, to avoid meeting him around the house. In the afternoon, at a time when Adrian was never home, I went downstairs with Marina to sunbathe near the pool, as I had been doing for the last few days.She and I were lying side by side, stretched out on lounge chairs, wearing only our bikinis, when unexpectedly Adrian approached, coming from the direction of the house, looking like a mirage with his athletic and elegant build, inside the blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and gray dress pants.“Marina, could you leave us alone for a moment?” he asked, his voice much calmer than the day before, his large body blocking my sun.— Of course. — Cowardly as always, Marina got up and left the garden almost running.Adrian sat sideways in her seat, facing me, while I lay there, motionless, my eyes half-closed against the sun, unable to keep every tiny part of my body from becoming aware of his proximity. The unwanted heat of lust welled up
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According to Marina, we were celebrating my birthday, so I could choose anywhere we wanted to go. There weren’t many entertainment options in Belize, so I ended up choosing the amusement park, which I had only heard of from photos that people from Santa Clara posted on social media when they were there. It seemed childish for my age, but it was a place I had always wanted to visit, so I decided to take advantage of the opportunity.That's where we spent the whole afternoon, having fun on the rides, playing games, dancing, talking nonsense and relaxing, like normal people did. It was this kind of happiness that Adrian was talking about when he said that I needed to live my youth before tying myself down to marriage and children.I agreed with him that that kind of pastime, that being carefree was really fun, but it didn't even come close to what existed between us, or at least what I believed existed.My choice would always have been to stay with him, but unfortunately he didn't want m
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The week that followed was one of the worst of my life. In order to avoid seeing Adrian, I spent practically the entire day in my room, ate my meals there, only left when I was sure he wasn't home, and only went out to the back garden to get some sun.All the time I felt dominated by blind hatred, no longer able to cry, but only regret having once trusted that man, having loved him and opened my heart to him. He was like my mother, a scoundrel and without scruples, the only difference was that we didn't have the same blood running through our veins.To my salvation, Marina was my constant companion, she was always with me, cheering me up, encouraging me to leave that room and go out and live life. Every day, she invited me to go shopping in Belize, as before, but I was afraid of harming the baby, since the doctor had recommended that I rest.After a week, I was tired of being cooped up, so I used some of the money I had been saving to bring one of Belize's most renowned doctors to the
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RAVENAI woke up feeling my throat extremely dry, my body slightly aching. For a moment, I was dazed, not knowing where I was, or what had happened. I blinked a few times, focusing on the ceiling above me. It was white, unfamiliar. I looked around and discovered that I was in a hospital room, with an IV hooked up to my arm.Adrian was sitting in an armchair next to me, his attention focused on the screen of a laptop, and it was only when I looked at him that I remembered everything that had happened, his contemptuous words, the fall down the stairs.As I was overcome by an agonizing anguish, my hands went to my belly, almost by reflex, looking for my baby, without being able to distinguish if he was still there.— My baby… — I stammered, but my voice barely came out. — My baby — I said again and, this time, I managed to get Adrian’s attention, who immediately put down the computer and stood up, standing next to me.— Raven, thank God you're awake. How are you feeling?The sound of his
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Ravena still tried to resist, placing her hands on my chest and pushing me away, but in the end she let her desire get the better of her and allowed me to strip her of her robe and take her to bed.There was so much to say, but there was no space for words. All I could do was take her to myself, overcome by the certainty that this would be the last time I would taste her, that I would kiss my son while he was still in her belly. The last time she would be mine, because after we talked, she would never look at me again.Overcome by a whirlwind of heightened emotions, I loved her with all my intensity, giving and receiving pleasure, kissing every tiny part of her body, saving her taste and her smell, experiencing for the last time the sensation of being inside her. Until, finally, we lay motionless in bed, naked, sweaty, cuddled up to each other, enveloped by a silence filled with a restlessness whose reasons were different for both of us.“Raven, I love you,” I whispered. Before she ha
