Page 41 of Game of Revenge

“I see you are enjoying the records,” he commented.

“I am. Music is the most beautiful form of art humans could have ever created.”

“I can’t disagree with that.”

“Spanish is such a beautiful language. Those songs just get under my skin and feed my soul.”

He smiled. “You never cease to surprise me, and I agree.”

My heart skipped a beat. I was starting to enjoy the lightness that a few glasses of wine were creating in my brain. I lifted my head to look at the stars.

“I love how magnificent the skies are here. I too often forget to look up, but here, the view…it’s just magical.”

“It is,” said Alejandro, still scrutinizing my every move, my every breath.

I was enjoying the sensation of having my mind slightly turned off and my bodyweight carried by hot water. My senses were relaxed and yet entranced with just the mere proximity of this man. I was staring at him more, biting my lips ever so slightly, but I did not care. I didn’t care if he saw the fire in my eyes, or if he noticed my accelerated breath. I wanted his hands all over me, between my legs, between my now wet folds.

“I think you are out of wine,” I said softly, lips parted.

Alejandro’s eyes flared. He slowly walked to me, his eyes locked on mine, the tension in the air palpable. God, I would give everything for him to kiss me right now. He was now standing right in front of me, his face bent toward mine.

He grabbed our glasses and set them down behind me. He got closer to me, putting each of his arms on my sides. We were both breathing heavily, my lips parted, waiting, inviting, hoping for his. Alejandro’s hand began perusing my body under the water, starting from my thighs, coming up my hips, then my waist. I was unable to move. My hot skin felt every touch as an explosion of sensations. I moaned and let my head fall back, unable to pretend that I didn’t want him to take me right here. Alejandro groaned.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

He continued with his fingers up and down my neck, slowly going down my cleavage. I felt my nipples harden in anticipation. We both slowly moved our heads toward each other, hesitating in pain, not being able to resist being so close. When Alejandro's lips finally touched mine, I felt hunger, bold and raw, rise through me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in his hair. Alejandro’s groan vibrated through me.

His hand curved around my waist, pulling me closer, his other hand possessively grabbing my head. I moved my hand down Alejandro’s back, feeling his muscles tense under every stroke.

“You have a girlfriend, Alejandro. We need to stop.”

“I don’t, muñeca. It’s been a while since anything happened with Karina. I promise.”

I felt my heart skip a beat, the words being just what I wanted to hear, even if I wasn’t sure I believed them fully.

“Still, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I said in a small voice.

“I know,” he grunted. “But you, mi niña…you are driving me fucking crazy. I can’t stop wanting you.”

I moaned as he took my mouth back in his, feeling myself get wet for him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you” he added in a raspy voice, as his hands grazed my breast, sending shock waves between my thighs.

I brusquely pulled away when I heard a crackling noise. We both looked to our right, but no one was there. I blushed with shame and desire, and the moment was over. I was so sexually frustrated I felt like I would combust into flames if someone lit a match around me. I felt like I was going to explode. But that would have been a huge mistake. He wasn’t a single man, and I wasn’t either. He and his girlfriend had kidnapped me, for crying out loud.

“I better go back up,” I said, avoiding his eyes and quickly passing next to him to get out of the water.

I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around me, and quickly went into the house. I started running. I felt like if I did not get in my room in a few seconds, I would just collapse. When I got to my room, I let myself sit on the floor to regain my breath. I knew one thing: if I stayed in this house any longer, he would have me, body and soul, and I wouldn’t be able to fight him.

When I was calmer, I took a cold shower and dried my hair. It was a habit taught to me by Martha. She always said I would get sick if I slept with my hair wet. Thankfully, Dolores always left a glass of water in the room. As the doctor had told me, exercise could make me a little dizzy, and well, the rise in physical sensation seemed to be as bad for me.

If I would feel all this guilt after the act, was it even worth it? I could never really allow myself to fully enjoy all the new feelings Alejandro was making me discover if, in the back of my head, I knew he was a criminal. I put on the ivory silk gown I had with the matching robe. I didn’t know if it was still the wine, but I was feeling brave and needed answers. I was itching for something—company, a fight, anything that got us in the same room as each other.

My earlier reasoning was obliterated by the still present tension in my body, begging for release. I had heard Alejandro’s door a few minutes after I got into my room, so I knew he was in his room. So much for the Jacuzzi relaxing my body, I was more worked up than before I went in.

I swallowed, and before I could backtrack, I knocked on his door, instantly regretting it. Alejandro came to open the door wearing what looked like boxers and a heavy robe. He also had just showered.

“Can I come in?” I asked.