Page 1 of Morena
Prologue
Everycityhasitsghost, but Barcelona had hers.
They say she was too beautiful, too wild, too alive for 1984, and someone made sure she didn’t leave that nightclub alive. But what truly happened to Morena, no one knew. Some whispered that she bled out in front of the mirror in the ladies’ room, that her eyes were the last thing the glass ever held. Others swore she was killed somewhere else, somewhere hidden, where no one could ever find her.
There was only one truth in the stories; her body was never found. And Morena Olivia Pérez has been missing since the summer of July 1984.
Now… she is not only a story, but the story that lives, that haunts.
They say if you stand before a mirror in the dark and whisper her name three times, she will appear.
Morena, Morena, Morena.
Her hair spills like smoke, her gold bracelets clinking faintly as though she’d never stopped dancing. But, whatever you do,do not stare. If you meet her eyes, you will never be able to look away.
Some claim to have seen her, just behind their reflection, her lips curved in a smile too sharp to be kind. Others swear they’ve heard her broken laugh, echoing inside the mirror glass. The brave ones say it’s only a game, only a trick of the mind. But those samebraveones have never spoken of it twice.
Because one thing is sure: whoever she haunts does not live long. And whoever she haunts carries regret, a regret that eats them alive. Her curse is not the blade, nor the blood. It is the guilt she awakens, the memories she claws out from where they hide.
And regret, they say, is what kills you in the end.
I.
3 DAYS BEFORE
Thewhiskeystillburnsin my throat, leaving my skin sensitive, every nerve sparking as her mouth closes around me. Jeans still shackled my ankles, thighs spread wide, cock jerking each time her tongue slid along my length. My eyes blurred, but I caught the glint of her red hair falling forward, her lips stretching as she took me deeper, choking on me.
Isabella.
Paco’s daughter. My boss’s princess. Forbidden since the day I landed in Barcelona. And still, here she was, on her knees, devouring me like she had been starving.
I tangled my fist in her hair and shoved her down until her throat squeezed tight around me. Her nails dug deep into theskin on my thighs, her eyes watering, cheeks flushed red as a tear slipped free. I didn’t let her pull back.
1“Dámelo, nena,” I snarled, grinding into her mouth.
Her lashes fluttered, but her eyes stayed locked on mine, pleading and daring me at the same time. She gasped through her nose, gagging, then forced herself into rhythm; slower, faster, until spit slicked her chin.
I dragged her up by the jaw, her lips swollen, eyes glassy, and shoved her back onto the bed.
“Lie down.”
Her body folded beneath my weight, her thighs spread by my knee. She was already dripping, soaking the white sheets. One thrust and she bowed off the mattress, clutching at the fabric as I split her open.
Her moans echoed off the cheap walls, mingling with the slap of skin against skin. I gripped her hips, slammed harder, sweat stinging my eyes. She clawed at the sheets, voice breaking into raw cries.
2“Rómpeme, papi.”
She wanted me to break her, to ruin her, and so I did.
I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove in deep, her body straining against the bedframe. She clenched around me, shuddering, one hand sliding from her breasts to her swollen pussy. Fingers circling her clit, desperate and trembling, while I held her pinned open.
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. “3Muy bien, preciosa. Show me. Show me how you want to come for me.”
Her moans spilled out, breathless and broken, my name caught between her teeth. “Matteo… sí.”
Her thighs trembled, shaking, but I didn’t let up. I shoved her legs aside, twisting her to the right, palms digging into her ass as I slammed harder, my fingers pulling her cheeks open so Icould drive in deeper. My restraint snapped; I was seconds from spilling inside her.
I pulled out at the last moment. She crawled toward me on shaky knees, lips parted, eyes burning. My cock slid into her mouth, and I groaned as she swallowed me whole.
