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
SANTOSIt had been just two days and I missed her like the ancient gods missed their food. When Aunt Clarissa invited me to supper, I had no idea that Rosy would be there. Seeing her messed with my senses, and I’d been a walking boner for half an hour. I would have thought I had been drugged like her if I hadn’t known better. But I knew better, and I knew it was just her.I was still angry at her because she defined our relationship as 'mere fuck,’ but if that was how she wanted to keep it, she was welcome to give it her best shot. I'd fight her every step in the way.She tore her lips away from mine. “We need to stop... We're not on good terms and—”“Says who?” I kissed her neck, while my finger found her nipple. I rubbed the areola, tugging at the nipple.Her eyes drew short and a soft sigh left her mouth. “This is unfair. You're using my addiction against me!”A dark smile touched my lips. “We established years ago that I'm not a gentleman, Rosy.” I yanked her gown up and tore off
SANTOSRosy paused almost at the door and stared at me incredulously. “You're serious.”“Like a heart attack, baby.”“B-but, you can't! You'll give Mother ideas if you spend the night! It'll really confirm her suspicion that something is going on between us!”That made me stop. “Wait. Aunt already thinks so?”“Yes! Your mother told her about our 'mutual visit' to the island!” she whispered fiercely.“Oh.” My brain was working. I couldn't stop the smile that followed. “That means there's no need to keep hiding. You should have said this be—Ouch!” She hit my arm. “Of course, there's every need to keep hiding, because I denied the accusations. I told her we are just friends.”“Friend that get into each other's pants?” I couldn't help grinning.“Not friends like that! Normal friends!”“But we do get into each other's pants.”“We don't!”“Did I imagine you crying out and moaning into my ears a few minutes ago?”“Jesus! Santos!” she shrieked, infuriated.“Well, you're the one insisting tha
I snaked my hand under her nightie and felt relieved when I encountered her bare. Thank fuck for no panties this time. Annoying little piece of cloth. I slipped a finger into her wet heat and stiffened a groan at the feel of her while she moaned out loud. Her hands rested on my head as I feasted on her breast. Sucking, teasing, and laving at the nipple, I fucked her with a finger, listening to her erratic breathing and sweet cries.God, I wanted to brand this woman. To own her. I wanted to erase the memory of every man she has ever been with. Especially Donald. The thought of the man came with a great feeling of jealousy and possessiveness I didn’t know I had in me.Severing all contact with her breast, I added another finger into her tight slick folds. I fucked her with my fingers, thrusting in and out of her savagely. Her dazed eyes held mine, glazed over in ecstasy.“Oh...my...god!” Her voice broke, and her eyes widened as I finger-fucked her ruthlessly until she was on the very e
ROSIANNAI was so tired that my body was like Jell-O from what Santos and I had just done. I laid there on the bed, my body still throbbing from my last orgasm. I never thought I could do it. It was the first time I’d ever had sex without the insistent demanding of my body. The first time I slept with a man with no other overriding urge. It felt great. So wonderful. The same, but very different. This must be what it feels like to make love with a man you love. “You’ve gone silent on me,” Santos murmured, lying beside me with one arm wrapped on top of me. He pulled me closer so that my head would rest on his chest.“I was just thinking.” I sighed against me, melting deeper into him. Cuddling. It felt so nice.“A penny for your thought?” He ran his hand throw my hair, and I shivered, learning something new. My middle scalp was very sensitive.“I’ll sell them for a dollar,” I teased softly.He snorted, and I heard the amusement in his thought. “A dollar, huh?”I released the breath I wa
“I promise,” I whispered. His face relaxed. He brushed the tear that escaped with his finger. “I’ll find a cure for your addiction, Rosy.”Oh. Here comes the impossible task. “There’s no cure, San. I’ve searched all over the world. I buried lots of money trying to find one.”“You didn’t search in the right places, and when was the last time you searched?”I looked away, trying to banish the memory. “I gave up three years ago. I searched for three years. There’s no cure,” I said bitterly. “I’ve come to terms with this, and I’m clinging to hope that it’ll pass with time, just like one of my doctors said. I know that much is true because my urges used to be worse and more frequent when it all began.”Silence. “It must have been so hard for you and your family then. Aunt Clarissa...”“It was. When I saw that I was gradually losing my mother because of my ordeal and the urges, I had mom believe that I’d been cured the last time I had an exsanguination.”Santos pursed his lips. “You’ve sai
She bit her lips and shook her head. I could feel her tension, her muscles coiled tight as if she wasn’t sure if she could control her vocals. I knew for sure that she couldn’t. Rosy was like a live wire.I couldn't resist the arrogant grin as I palmed a soft sponge and handed it to her. She flushed in understanding, then glared at me. She took the gag but didn't stuff it into her mouth. I arched a brow challengingly. I gripped the upper part of her thighs, gently spreading her open with my thumbs. Yet another tremor went through her, and I loved that. Loved how fast and desperate her breathing had gotten in the steamy confines of the shower. I leaned in, licking a path straight up the middle of her sex, getting a taste of all that salty wetness, the flavor exploding on my tongue and going straight to my head like a shot of the very best alcohol money could buy. I meant to tease her clit a bit more, make her moan, but I couldn’t help myself, leaning in farther and pushing my tongue d
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