Page 113 of Sombra
And hear “There you are,” in Spanish.
A hand masturbates between two long, bare, spread legs.The other arm is stretched behind her, handcuffed to the iron headboard.
Sonia lies naked in my bed, smiling lasciviously. Then she drops her head back and opens her mouth.
It takes me a second to process.
Why? What? No!
“What the hell are you doing here?” I roar, manic desperation in my voice.
Sonia keeps her fingers on her crotch, and I avert my eyes. I’m infight-or-flight mode, but I also don’t know what to do. I don’t want to touch her. I don’t want to talk to her. I don’t even want to look at her. But I want her gone.
Now. Yesterday. Forever.
Her wannabe sultry voice is an assault on my nerves. “You know you like what you see, Tavo. You know you’re frustrated. You know you need me. My pussy’s so wet for you. Only you. Come fuck me.Do what you did before.”
I turn my back to her and yell, “No!” to the floor.
Her feline purr makes my hair stand on end—the bad way. “You know it’s been too long. I’m waiting here for you. Open. Ready. Wet.”
“Jamás. Never again—”
“I saw you leave to go in the huerta alone. I saw your American go to her room with her American boyfriend. She’ll be going back to America.You’ll be lonely when she’s gone, and you’ll want me soon enough. So why not now?”
“Get out of here!” No way am I looking at her. No way am I getting near her.Just leave. Please.
“I can’t.” I hear the sickening sneer in her voice. “Only you have the key, Tavo. Just like you have the key to my heart.”
That’s it.
Like the coin dropping in the jukebox in the movies, hervoice engages me into action, and I’m frantic, scrambling, rifling through drawers for the handcuff key. I’m so livid I’m shaking, trying to keep my temper under control. While I can have a fiery temper, it’s normally under wraps. Right now though, I want to rip her arm off and throw her away.
Those toys are not for her. This is not a fantasy I have with her. Those are Kim’s, and Sonia’sviolated my precious, sexy memory.
My room needs an exorcism now.
I find the key and head toward her, still keeping my eyes off of her.
As I lean over her, my hands fumbling to unlock the handcuffs, I mutter with as much contempt as I can, “You’re insane. You are absolutely crazy. You know I don’t want anything to do with you.”
And I stop for a second. She looks upat me with those red-brown eyes, the black in them now spikes. Then they become subdued, and she bites her lip.
Tears form in her eyes.
Manipulative crocodile tears.
I’m not falling for them. I never want to hurt a woman, but she is mentally unbalanced. For real.
This isn’t a childhood crush gone past childhood. She’s sick. Or evil.
I’m voting on evil.
“I’m taking these off of you, and you’re going home and never coming back. We don’t need you or your father’s money.” With a click the handcuffs finally pop open, and she brings her hand down, rubbing her wrists.
She’s still sprawled on my bed, naked, while I’m leaning over her. One leg wraps around my waist, and then another. I’m straining, yanking myself away from her when the door behindme swings open.
With Kim in the doorway.
