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Chapter: "Darts In The Heart"

Aleksander and I walk for a while, the streets are damp from the rain that has fallen long ago. It is incredible to be in Capri, its corners hide history, one that prevails. It is beautiful, even after the precipitation. We go hand in hand, but it is suddenly that his hand takes mine, there is no one around, nor do I intend to run with these shoes, so I assume that the townhouse hides another reason, and it is not to make sure that he runs away. Even if there were some passersby, I am not crazy to cry out for help knowing that this man has a gun.

Whatever minimal intention he has, he will see it. His instincts and perceptions are trained, he is remarkable and deductible. He realizes what he means or not. He is very smart.

-What are you thinking about?

"Maybe I'm not thinking, Aleksander," I say without meeting his eyes.

He stops walking, so under the streetlights he and I evoke one or another scene from a romantic movie. All that remains is for Aleksander to kiss me on the mouth and I reciprocate with the same intensity. What happens is that he with his free hand raises my chin and makes the connection possible.

—Ангел, you are thinking about what possibility you have of fleeing, let me tell you that each thing is null, it will not work. And don't forget we have a deal, "he remembers, I still don't understand what the heck Ангел means. That smile so characteristic of him returns, but it does not have the same power as before, or it is that I have really gotten used to the gesture widened with perversion.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"I'm not going to escape, I don't think about it anymore, do you know why?" Because you will give me freedom, I just have to wait, so I won't risk it, "I confess, giving a deep sigh. I hope you don't forget the deal either.

"I'm a man of my word," he brags and leans in, stealing my breath in one kiss.

It is what was missing for the scene to become similar or equal to that of a movie. The kiss is slow, and from one moment to another he levels up, I have his hands everywhere, he gropes me, the touch of him is like a lighter and he has already set me on fire.

The wolf is now my vice, an illicit one, therefore it is a crime that my mouth commits, I do not think about the life sentence that I will get by opting for his criminal mouth that leads me to sin.

"I need to have you, Luna, I want to see you with your legs open, hear you scream my name," he emits on my lips that enjoy his touch. Let's go back right now.

His tone is brimming with excitement from him, I already get an idea why he wants us to go back quickly. The same urgency that he feels attacks me too.

...

The journey to the room happens soon, he takes me in his arms. This is still anomalous, I don't get used to doing this kind of thing, no, but I live in the moment and imagine that it means something, which creates illusions in me, I fantasize that this connection is normal, so I don't feel terrible and ridiculous for consider it a normal feeling.

He leaves me on the bed, it is his bed. His eyes injected with intense desire declare my trip to paradise. He takes off my heels and begins to leave a line of wet kisses from my ankles to my thighs, lifting the dress that is exposing more and more of my skin.

My intimacy is moistened just by feeling and seeing it there, an image full of eroticism that has invoked currents of pleasure in my body, the spiral of emotions through me.

His clothes and mine are disappearing, in a flash we are Adam and Eve, I'm dying to taste the forbidden taste of his mouth, that we are one.

He advances towards me, he is a feline, he is a wolf that goes hunting, I am his prey, and that does not scare me. Burning, I just want to burn, that his fire burns me and turns me to ashes.

Those avid fingers that glorify my skin cross my contracted abdomen from one side to the other. I groan. Aleksander smiles heartily, he leaves kisses in the area, he drives me crazy. Panting, resisting at the same time, I squeeze the sides of the bed. The Russian is stubborn with one of my hardened nipples, he does not release it, he sucks one while he massages the other. The combination arrests my senses, it is a prison of passion and I have lost my mind.

He savors them, his tongue surrounds one of my halos, leering at me. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my breathing is rapid and my heart rate is racing, marching without any restraint.

"What do you want, Lunita?" He — he questions, the desire is unspoken, and he expresses it as a scourge.

I ignore the fact that he has called me that, he has not done it in a long time.

"Y-you know what I want." I try not to sound nervous, I've failed. This insecurity that usually possesses me decreases or increases but does not disappear.

Denies a couple of times.

"I want to hear it from that sweet little mouth," he demands.

"Do it, I want you to make love to me, or as you call it, sex," I dare to say.

At that boiling level I just want it to quell this burning.

Without waiting he positions himself between my legs and with a thrust he invades me. My interior.

who already knows its length shudders to have it again. I draw him to me, clasping my hands behind the nape of him, bringing him closer to my mouth that claims him.

My heart is already doing thousands of cartwheels in my chest, my pulse flies.

"You like this, don't you?" He affirms, digging himself to the bottom.

-Do not stop! I gasp, whimpering.

The thrusts increase, I am getting closer and closer to arriving. Then I scream, I have reached the top again, the vibrant height that writhes in me.

Aleksander still hasn't left me. I open my eyes, he gives me a ring. Surprise grabs me. I can't believe he's giving me a ring, incredulous that he's doing it right now, I sigh.

-What?

"If we're going to pretend we're a real couple, you must have the engagement ring." Don't look at me like that, put it on now.

"I know it doesn't mean anything." It's just that you're giving it to me right now and… "I shake my head, the Russian throwing himself next to me. I put it on, then I study it, it's pretty, it has an oval shape, a diamond in the center and other smaller ones around it, will it be as valuable as it looks? -. When did you buy it?

"A few days ago, it doesn't matter," he says nonchalantly.

No, why would I believe that a false and unimportant union involved a real gem; on the other hand, Aleksander has plenty of money, so he could well have bought a valuable ring without caring about squandering on something that is just a fallacy, a hoax. The ring on my finger looks authentic. I do not dare to ask him, then I think of the earrings and the pendant, did you buy it all the same day? The wings that rest on my chest, do they have an exorbitant value? It's possible that everything you've already given me today is unaffordable.

"Diamond, gold, whatever doesn't matter, Luna." Stop thinking about that so much. "His voice comes loaded with a contemptuous tone.

Does he read minds?

"Even if it's a lie, everything is beautiful, don't ask me not to pay attention to it." Even you, you took the time to go to a store for the ring, earrings and a nice pendant, "I point out.

"Just don't get your hopes up, don't mix things up," he warns.

Antier, yesterday or any other day in the past I would have given a damn, however, I feel like the reminder of him in the shape of a dart lodges inside me after breaking all the layers of my skin.

There is no heart that can withstand a fall and mine lies on the ground, trampled on by a being who does not even deserve a thousandth of what I have blindly given him.

It's late, I plead guilty, I'm a stupid who has fallen in love, now I'm more fragile before him. Cupid has shot a cyanide arrow straight into my vital organ. He is the wrong man, a villain who does not stop being the bad guy just by wrapping me in confusion, treating me sometimes with subtlety.

It is unacceptable that he could love a mobster.

This strange love that has taken root in my heart in the wrong way is a problem, I will never be reciprocated, and if this is the case it is not correct to accept reciprocity.

How can I keep looking for the sun on such a cold and distant winter solstice in that wolf?

"We have not taken care of each other in these last meetings, I do not want to get pregnant, Aleksander," I explain, I fear that the matter does not come up at the right time, and I needed to tell him now, what difference does it make?

"How long have you not taken the pill?"

"Since we were in Russia."

"Damn, we did it yesterday and twice today." Why haven't you told me before? "He tells me reproachfully."

My cheeks turn crimson.

"I forgot too, I'm sorry."