Santos flat-out devored me. With his hands still holding my thighs apart, his mouth laced on my clit and he suckled it insistently it, humming as he did so. The pleasure was almost unbearable. The hum caused vibrations, adding a pleasure on its own. My cries rang out in the surrounding darkness as he pleasured me. He released my numbness only for a second to pierce his tongue into me, entering my body.My cries escalated as I panted hard, my hand on his soft hair tightening as he fucked me with his tongue. My release drawled near like a moving sensation, everything centering on the part of my body Santos was controlling.“I can't....! I can't bear it...!” The panted words tore from my lips as the volcanic feeling drew nearer. His two fingers replaced his tongue, probing into me while his tongue sucked my clit hard and furious. He created a rhythm I couldn't fight or match until I was at the very edge. Then he added a third finger at the same time he bit my clit.My eyes widened and m
ROSIANNA“So you worked for an investigative team? You were always good at those sort of things,” I said through the kitchen. I was making us breakfast while Santos was in the living room going through mail. We were having a conversation with the smell of sauce in the air. The atmosphere felt so homey.“The very best, baby,” he stated from the living room.“Cocky.”His deep laughter filled the air. “There’s nothing cocky about being confident in yourself, Rosy-baby.”“I’ve never known another man who blends cocky and confidence to make such perfect arrogance,” I said with a smile, and his deep laughter rang out again.“So, tell me about your first big business,” he asked when he could talk again.I thought about it. I’d had a lot of big businesses, but I’ve never forgotten my first. I bit my lips. Should I tell him the second as the first? No. I learned long ago that lies just make the truth more ugly when it finally comes out. And it would.“Mrs. Padea. She was a very rich woman who
SANTOSRosy stared at her phone after the line had been disconnected. Her body was visibly shaken, and as she turned around and saw me standing in the doorway, she startled.“Santos!” she gasped, her pale eyes at me. “I didn't know you were back.”I was angry, and I'm sure my face couldn't disguise it as I walked closer to her. “It was Jason, right?” The question was so lowly growled it was like a bomb hanging in the air.She hesitated and then nodded once. Tears filled her eyes as she stared at me. “That bastard had the right to call me! After so many years! After destroying my life!”I balled my hands into fists, trying to curb my anger. “What did he say?”“Threats. He was threatening me not to tell you about the past—about what they did.” My lips curled up in a smile of pure mockery. “Bastard does not know that that particular ship has sailed.”“He doesn't know,” she confirmed with a shake of her head. “Oh, Santos, I'm scared!” She wrapped her arms around my neck to hide the tears
A few minutes later, Santos and I were in towels in my bedroom. I left the bedroom and went to the living room to check who was at the door and if the person hadn't left yet.My bet was on my mother. We hadn't seen each other since I’d promised to visit here. The knock came again, more persistent. “Alright, Alright! I'm coming!” I shouted. I walked to the door and threw it open.Donald stood there, grinning like a fool. He shouldered past me to the house. “Jesus Christ, Pumpkin! You took so much time getting that door that, for a moment, I thought you'd killed yourself in here. I was very sure a car drove past,” he said good-naturedly.“Donald!” I gasped in surprise.“That's me! I've missed you these past few days!” he shouted happily as he walked closer and lifted me in the air. Ignoring my shriek, he whirled me round and round and round.By the time he dropped me, I was dizzy. He grinned at his handwork. “That's what you get for disappearing without a word these past few days! I th
ROSIANNASantos had gone back to the room to put on some clothes, and Donald stayed in the living room, setting up the video game.I stood in the kitchen, trying to cook even with my mind in disarray. Santos had a particularly intense look in his eyes, and Donald was intent on staying for dinner anyway.Donald might be an easygoing person, but he was no pushover. He was also smart and must have caught up on who Santos was. He knew that Santos was my adoptive brother and we had something in the past. He also knew that it was Santos’s friends that drugged and raped me.The silence was broken by loud music, which I know Donald must have turned on to drown the silence. I felt grateful as I proceeded to hurry dinner.Thirty minutes later, we sat at the table to eat. I made pot beef with broccoli and bowties.“So, how was your journey to the island, Rosy? I tried calling your cellphone a number of times, but it wasn’t going through,” Donald asked with a mouthful of food in his mouth.“Oh, t
SANTOSIn this life, I pride myself on being a very levelheaded man. I don’t do jealousy, and I definitely don’t do possessiveness.Hell, I’m a man who goes through women like damn water through hands. I’ve shared a woman with friends before, with the consent of the woman, of course. I respect women a lot, but I most definitely don’t feel possessive of them.In the past, there was this time Marde and I went to the nightclub and picked a woman we shared for the night. It was what we did. I’d felt nothing about it. Now, why the hell did I feel like rushing after Donald and having a good fight? I gritted my teeth together and sat on the sofa, crossing my arms. I could blame it on the fact that I’d not had a good fight in a long time, but I drew the lines at lying to myself. That’s not the reason. It was Rosy. It has always been her. I’d never been able to think rationally wherever she was concerned. I’d always felt too intensely for her long before we even found out that we had an att
SANTOSI entered the guest room, walked to the bed, and lowered myself onto it. Hell, I’ve gone and done it. This was a giant screw-up. How could she reduce what we had to just mere fuck? I glared at the door. Then I forced myself to take a deep breath. I knew I needed to calm down and think rationally. With my head clearing, I feel like shit for the things I said. Jealousy. I was ridden with jealousy. Seeing the easy relationship between her and Donald had cracked me up. I saw how he looked at her; the man had great feelings for her and wanted her too. I let that feeling consume me, and now I’d ruined everything.I gripped the pillows tight, but the fluffy thing was nothing compared to the feel of Rosy. I want to hold Rosy like that, not some damn pillow. I raked my hand through my hair in the silence of the night. I’d never been committed before, and I’d never loved another woman like I loved Rosy. I prided myself on being rational, but what happened a few minutes ago couldn’t be
I sat there with my mouth gaping open as the door opened and Santos walked in. He wore a simple white singlet-like top and blue denim. I'd never seen a man whose body complimented wear like Santos's. So handsome.I caught myself staring and closed my gaping mouth as he made his way into the house. He was all smiles as he greeted my mother.“My favorite son.” My mother grinned as she hugged him. Santos allowed himself to be hugged, bending so it wouldn't be such a hassle.“Aunt Clarissa. How have you been?” Santos greeted. It had just been two days. I couldn't believe how much I missed hearing his voice until he spoke.“I'm fine, I'm fine. Rosy and I were just talking about you,” Mother said, and I stifled a groan. “You were?” That was when Santos finally turned, and those grayish-black eyes pinned me. Heat started in my lower belly. I felt my body coming alive in the worst possible way. I swallowed hard to wet my dry mouth. My mouth wasn't the only wet part of my body. I averted my
I swallowed twice and turned back to face them. I stared at Jason’s parents. Marde’s parents. Kain’s parents.They’d visited so many times during the months, and they’d asked forgiveness many times. The mothers cried often, and the fathers always looked regretful. I’d repeatedly told them the same thing: “It wasn’t their fault what happened. There is nothing to forgive because the sins weren’t theirs. They are not responsible for the actions of their children.”My only happiness as I looked at them was that they have other children apart from the prodigal sons. Jason’s parents still have one daughter who’s married already. Marde has two more siblings, a brother and a sister. Kain’s parents had one other man who was Kain’s younger brother.I smiled at them and took turns hugging them all and thanking them for coming to my wedding ceremony. They all looked relieved, and it made me wonder about the kind of welcome they had expected to receive.I really had no problem with them. Already,
“R-Rosy?” I focused closely on her face, my chest thumping fast as tears slipped from her closed eyes.Slowly—ever so slowly—her eyes opened.“Rosy! Baby!” I got up and hovered over her. The tears I was trying to control started swimming down right then.“Santos...” she whispered breathily.That voice. That voice that I’ve missed so much! “Oh, Rosy! Thank you, baby. Thank you for coming back to me. Doctor!” I shouted.More tears slipped from her eyes, and she gave me a tiny smile. “My Santos...”“God, I’ve missed you so much! So much! I thought you really left me!”Just then, the door burst open. The doctor and two nurses rushed into the room. The doctor’s face held surprise and a lot of relief as he took in Rosy.The next thirty minutes were the slowest and the happiest of my life. Rosy was back! Rosy was out of the coma!As the doctor herded me out of the room to examine her, I called everybody immediately when I got outside—starting with Rosy’s parents to mine, right down to Donald
In those two weeks, I had righted the wrong that was done to Rosianna.My adoptive sister.My friend.My fiancé.My woman.It made me feel peace. A peace that would have been complete of Rosy was awake. If Rosy's condition was getting any better.Two months later, I stood in the doctor's office, refusing to sit. I dreaded that I had an idea what he wanted to say to me, and I had a gut feeling that it was not something I wanted to hear.So I folded my arms and stood across the wall, leaning against it. I narrowed my eyes in irritation and watched the older doctor as he swallowed nervously as if contemplating how to go about what he had to say.He began. “I think you should start preparing yourself both mind and body—”“Don't fucking say it, doctor,” I cut in.“—that Rosy might never wake again.” “I told you not to fucking say it!” I roared angrily.The doctor grimaced sadly. “Look, son...”“I'm not your damn son!” I could hardly breathe against the tightening of my chest.Yes, these p
Santos shoved the newspaper away from his face. “Your apology is in the wrong place, Jason. You should apologize to Rosy, not me. I'm not the woman you brutalized and almost ruined her life!”“What...?”Santos looked him dead in the eyes. “Do you know that for the past six years, she never had control of her body? She became a sex addict and can't stay more than a few days without a man or the damn pain comes back worse! You know the pain, right? The one you just went through!?” “Holy...fuck!” Jason paled, horrified.“Holy fuck is right, you asshole! You ruined her life! She can't even bear a child because of what you did to her! And she's in a coma right now, fighting for her life!” The more Santos talked, his voice raised a notch until he was shouting. Jason cried harder. Santos's pain over Rosy's life escalated.“I-I didn't know! I'm sorry; I didn't know!” Jason's face touched the floor in that kneeling position and he cried.Santos said nothing again. Minutes passed while Jason r
I spent all night with Jason. Watching him scream. Curse. Plead. Watching his own drug torture him. During some part of the night, I started feeling pity for him, but just as soon as the feeling lit up, Rosy's face in crisis came clear to my mind. The fire of pity quenched as soon as it started.At first, he'd kept screaming for a woman to fuck, thinking I was gonna give him one. That wasn't the way the plan was supposed to work. I told him about the recorders I came with and that he'd make a record of confessing everything he did. The best kind of evidence was a confession that comes straight out of the mouth of the culprit.“Screw you!” he'd shouted those first times, refusing to do it.I expected it. I had nothing else to do, so I just waited him out.As the night lengthened, he went from screaming and cussing, to begging and pleading. His hands were tied behind his back so he couldn't jack off. He fucked thin air repeatedly, but he couldn't get relief. His hips were thrusting up
SANTOSWhen Jason came out to the sitting room, I counted the seconds he walked closer to me and handed me the memory card that contained the clip.“You can watch it again, man. What Rosy and I did was consensual,” he grumbled as he handed it to me.I barely restrained myself from punching him long enough to take the clip from him. Then I punched him square in the nose...and broke it.“Motherfucker!” he cussed as he palmed his nose and shot away from him.I stared at the small memory card that had ruined Rosy's life. With a grunt, I squeezed hard and broke it in three places.“Fuck! What are you doing, San?” Jason roared.“I'm destroying what you've used to ruin Rosy's life for the past six years,” I stated simply, and I hadn't gotten up from where I sat.“I've got no idea what you're accusing me of,” he bit out, enraged. Damn, but I've never seen a better actor.I stared at him, trying to see that bloke that used to be my fucking friend. All I saw was a monster in human flesh. God, w
SANTOSI was right about one thing. Staring at Jason was like staring at the devil himself.As I watched him close the door and walk deeper into the house, I didn't hide the disdain in my eyes. I definitely didn't hide the rage I was feeling.“So, what are you doing here, San-man?” he asked as he headed towards the fridge.I gave him credit. He didn’t look scared or ridden with guilt like Marde. A pro criminal. “Oh, but I think you know why I'm here, Jason. Let's cut to the chase, shall we? By the way, you still look as good as ever.”“You don't look so bad yourself.” The bastard was even smiling. “Long time so see.”“Yeah. After you called me on the phone that night several years ago, I guess I lost touch with everything. No man wants to hear that his best friend slept with his woman.”He shook his head at that, even managed to look miserable. “I'm really sorry about everything. I'm also at fault. I should have resisted her allure. It’s just that Rosy has always been a very sexy man.
The information slammed through me like a moving truck jerking me out of my goddamn mind. This was worse than I thought. “My God. Jason, is a demon.” I glared at Marde. “Jason killed Kain! That bastard killed Kain, and you kept the secret this whole time? You’re a killer, just like him.”He laid there like a cat caught in a web, saying nothing. Although I had anger and resentment for Kain, I felt bad for what Jason did. Kain was the only one of the three that felt remorseful. That wanted to right their wrongs. The only one with a conscience. He didn't deserve to be killed that way.“What happened to the tapes?” I could barely ask through the fog that clouded my throat.“The man was supposed to extract the tapes after the accident, but before he could, Kain's car caught fire. Everything burned to the ground.”I felt lightheaded at that bit of information. “So, there's no tape?” I asked, to make sure of everything.“There's one remaining. A one minute clip video that Jason watches day a
“Police, arrest that man! You saw the way he came to my house and assaulted me!” Marde whined, wincing in pain.One of the policemen flashed him his badge. “Mardisone Dick, you are under arrest for the kidnapping and raping of Rosianna Bells. For attempted murder also, and for possession of an illegal drug. You are advised to remain silent, for anything you say will be used against you in a court of law.”Marde's eyes widened in panic and horror. “No, no, no! I can't go to jail!” he shrieked.I cut in. “Of course, you can go to jail. You'll be deported back to the States, and You are going to jail. Trust me Mardisone, you'll be getting nothing short of a life sentence and hard labor.” I walked closer to stand in his face. “I'll make sure you and Jason get that sentence even though it's a jail sentence for first-degree murder.”Marde's eyes widened as I spat the furious words at him, and then he started crying and pleading with me.It was all working according to plan. I continued. “I