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14. Mad love, me for you and you for another (sayings in Spanish)
15. Childish love, water in a basket (proverb for something fleeting)
VI.
MATTEO
Somethingtwistingandcurlingin my throat dragged me awake. I was lying on a filthy mattress inside a room with no memory of how I had even gotten there. I gagged and coughed, desperate to force out whatever was lodged inside me, but no matter how hard I tried nothing came. The air was dry and cold. The tiny hairs on my arms lifted, goosebumps spread across my skin, and I shivered.
Then it began to slide free. My mouth stretched open, and as I gasped for breath, a thick braid of black hair slowly spilled out of me.
No scream came—no cry for help. Only the sound of her laughter curled from the corner of the room.
Tears blurred my vision as the braid kept pulling itself from me, twisting deeper, rearranging my insides until I thought my own body might collapse under the pressure. Pain folded me inhalf. It was sharp and unbearable. For a moment, I was certain this would be my end.
But I choked it out, retching until the braid hung wet in my hands, slick with saliva and stained with my blood. It writhed like a snake, then coiled around my wrists, tightening with such strength. The braid dragged me upward, shackling my arms above my head until I was bound to the bed, sitting upright with my wrists chained in living hair that held me from wrist to elbow.
The cold pressed against my skin as she came closer. I felt her before I saw her, a chill that kissed my chest. Then claws carved across my flesh, slicing deep enough to burn. She wrote her name into me—Morena.
I tried to scream, but her tongue silenced me, invisible, slipping past my lips and tangling with mine. Her tongue twisted against mine, filling my mouth until I could not breathe.
I closed my eyes, trembling, and felt her weight pressing down. Her legs coiled around my hips. One hand clutched my throat, thumb forcing my chin up, while the other fisted in my hair, yanking until my scalp burned.
“Did you miss me,1guapo?“ she whispered, her voice breaking into a chuckle before her lips brushed mine, leaving them dry, wanting more.
“Not in the slightest,” I rasped, my words swallowed as she jerked my head back by the roots.
“Tsk, tsk.2Tú me extrañas,“ she teased, her breath hot at my ear. Her hand slipped lower, trailing down to my crotch, pressing against me with a purr. “Let me in, Matteo.”
I shook my head, eyes squeezed shut, fighting the rise of heat in my blood.
“Vale,3” she chuckled, the word dripping with satisfaction. “You are mine anyway.”
Her fingers hooked into my waistband, dragging my pants down inch by inch until I was left bare before her. She pressed her palms against my cock, stroking until my body betrayed me, stiff and throbbing under her touch.
“What?” The word broke from me.
She chuckled, then slipped something cool and dark across my eyes. The blindfold sealed me away from sight. I didn’t know if she would keep it until the end. All I knew was the terror and the heat colliding inside me, fear and arousal clawing through my chest until I could only surrender to the feeling of her.
She wrapped her ghostly lips around my cock, teasing the tip first before sliding down to the hilt. A primal groan tore from my throat, my mouth falling open. Her touch was icy, yet it ignited fire deep inside me.
I had no control. I had no say in this, but something in me wanted it.
“Your body begs,” she crooned. “I hear it.”
My heart raced as she took me deeper, faster, her throat working around me. I felt every movement, and yet, I didn’t stop her. I couldn’t.
Then she pulled back and came back, straddling my hips, lowering herself onto me until I was inside her.
“You’re so tight,” I groaned.
She giggled, her lips brushing my neck, then my ear. “Let’s just say I haven’t done this in years.”
Her hips moved, rising and falling, grinding down on me. Her moans filled the space, though my eyes still saw nothing.
“Let me see you,” I whispered. “Please.”
She said nothing. She only moved harder, driving me closer to madness. Then her claws raked down my chest, carving deep, stinging lines that pulsed with every heartbeat. She moaned as she lapped at the blood, dragging her tongue over the wounds, tasting me.
