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Chapter: "Infinite Flame"

Those wicked fingers know how to dynamite inside me. They go in and out, they slide easily causing me to arch frequently, burning, burning never felt this strong and pleasant. The meandering currents have me trapped. His movements increase until I can't take it anymore, I explode.

I know it's my turn. With his help I manage to sit on the bed with my knees bent. Then he smiles lustfully, he brings me closer to his member. Its size still leaves me perplexed, the thickness terrifies me because I know that all that will bury itself in me, I still have not gotten used to it. I start by sliding my tongue on his glans, I make circles, also from time to time I use my hands. It is hot and throbbing in my palms that I move up and down and vice versa on her penis. Finally I put it in my mouth and suck, unlike the other day I do not want to vomit, nor do I feel disgusted.

"Don't stop," she purrs, pushing forward.

She ends up cumming outside, on my breasts. Her liquid on my skin glows. I look at him with a smile. I don't even know why I do it.

"Lie on your back," she decrees.

I comply with her demand, anxiety swirls in her chest because it will invade me again. This sudden change enraptures me, it has come about abruptly. It no longer just happens as a montage on my part, I truly find unequaled ecstasy.

He immediately opens my legs with his hands, he approaches my entrance, I continue the process with less and less oxygen in my system. Until he brushes my entrance and sinks, every time he attacks me I think about how weak this man can be. He is quickly carried away by stimuli, that conviction takes away his professionalism. Or without a doubt he is a sex addict, that he cannot resist the urge to fuck anyone who provokes it. In the end we are two weak succumbing to pleasure.

I no longer think of anything, his rush increases, clouds my head. The friction between his body and mine is an infinite flame, I set sail to another world, his frenzy raises me as I fall into the dark abyssal of him. Is the opposite effect happening? It seems that instead of throwing him into the light, he throws me into the gloom of him. But I don't want to dig into that now.

Aleksander kisses me, combining the skill of his lips and his deep thrusts. I dare to take it by the nape of him, there is no lucidity, I have no sanity, I have lost my mind. That everything is to change my direction, I hope it does not turn out to be a sharp curve or a direct path into the void, I am not ready to jump. But this is so much like an unprotected fall, that I am not afraid.

"Aleksander," I moan his name, feeling the spasm making its way through my corners, the orgasm that hits me is incredible.

He comes out of me, he lies beside me, breathing hard just like me.

"If you're trying to get him to change his mind, forget about it." I'm not stupid.

"Why would I try?" Allowing you or not, you make me yours anyway — I defend myself, I won't show him I'm up to something.

Moron.

The only goal I am pursuing is for you to have compassion for me, and if I don't achieve it, at least I will have the satisfaction of not having stood idly by.

He watches me long and hard, the orbs of him that scrutinize me seek to make me nervous. I try to cover myself with the sheet within my reach, he stops me at the threat, overwhelmed I stare at him.

"Don't do it, it's an order." He takes a towel near him and he throws it at me, with his chin and his gaze pointing to my breasts.

"I'll take a bath." Again trying to get up, the wolf stops me.

"You will when I ask, stay still, Luna," he demands.

I don't know why he insists on having me in bed, he doesn't even allow me to cover myself. Those grayish greens do not leave my body, the magic of long ago has been extinguished and now I only feel ashamed to expose my nakedness. The blush appears on my cheeks, self-conscious at its excessive power, I seriously wish for it to open a hole and swallow me.

"You are beautiful, Luna." I don't see why you want to take your beauty away from my eyes. Let me appreciate her, don't be selfish, "he says.

I don't know how to take his words, they seem sincere at the same time false and alien to his hostile vocabulary that I already know. How can a man of his type create a subtle sentence? He's anything but fussy when it comes to expressing himself. It's a compliment? He looks like him, but I keep doubting, I shouldn't be thinking so much, nor should I be feeling a certain crackling in my stomach.

Seeing him as a subject that hurts, out of the rule and that has taken my freedom will keep the cold for him.

"I don't want your sadistic gaze to gaze at me, you idiot."

I want to spit that in his face. I fight to hold it in me.

"Thank you," I force myself to smile. Aleksander… give me a chance to get out, I really miss what it's like to live abroad. If my destiny is to die, my will is to be able to see the sky, feel the sun, if winter comes, enjoy the last suntice. I do not ask for more.

I hope to get her to agree, but the opposite happens.

"I don't promise you anything, Miller," she says in an annoyed growl.

-Why? It's not much, I'm not asking you for the impossible. "My breath hitches, and I can't hold it anymore. You are the cruelest man I know, I hate you stupid Russian!

Without anticipating it, he goes on top of me, giving a sharp fist on my abdomen, the blow has taken my breath away. The pain is unpleasant, I complain about it. My eyes accustomed to filling with tears do not take long to release the liquid that in question fills my face. Meanwhile, he begins to say curses, he dresses without leaving the bad words that resemble whips opening wounds to me.

...

I'm still breathing.

I continue with the breath of life, and enclosed in these four walls.

It's been five months, if I'm not mistaken.

It's amazing that it still is. I thought my stay there would be shorter, but the days keep adding up. The mistreatment by Aleksander diminished, the first three months stirred my soul, I came to think that one of those days I would stop breathing. However, I endured it, I was saved.

Although he was still crossing the same tightrope.

It's been weeks since he hit me, he doesn't lose his temper like that, because he does continue to use my body to satisfy his needs. I know the intention is to humiliate me once more, I do not doubt that there are lines of women who would be delighted to wallow with the wolf, but he seeks pleasure at my expense.

Aleksander's entrance diverts my attention from the screen, he comes with the knuckles of his left hand bandaged. It must have been due to a clandestine fight or any violent encounter with his men. It may be for one of those reasons, it makes sense knowing where he is driving. It is not the first time that I see him like this, hurt, he is used to it, to harm and to be a victim of violence. And he deserves everything bad that happens to him, he is also evil. But he's probably lost control and started hitting everywhere.

He is insane after all.

"Why are you looking at me so much?" He replies, managing to drive my excessive attention away from his person.

I have understood that quiet and crestfallen I prevent his hatred from impacting fiercely on me. Enough of skin marks and heart cracks. So I have made more progress than using my gender easily, which only detracted from my dignity at first.

"I'm sorry," I say. It also helps to apologize all the time, no matter that I have not done anything wrong.

I observe him when he does not look at me, his profile does not cease to impress, I cannot deny that his attractiveness is ravishing, at the same time that what is shocking in him is creepy and makes my hair stand on end. He sits on the edge of the bed, close to me. He moves his hand on my chin. My eyes search his trying to decipher what he wants.

-Do you want to go to walk? -He says. His question absorbs me in confusion, I did not expect it, there is suddenly happiness. The degree of stupefaction cannot be measured, it is such a magnitude of disbelief in my mind that I cannot spin an answer, the little girl replies that she is already fighting in me.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

-Outside? I ask quietly, trying to accept that I'm not wrong, that I'm not hallucinating. He nods, so no, I'm not raving. I look at my appearance, not that he is wearing rags, but what I wear to go out is not appropriate. So I add, "I need to change.

-Do it fast.

"I just don't have to wear, Aleksander."

"In that case I'll have Verónika bring you something."

I nod without giving credit, that he takes the trouble to do something for me, it's incredible, I am speechless. He doesn't look like the same Aleksander Konstantinov.tice. I do not ask for more.

I hope to get her to agree, but the opposite happens.

"I don't promise you anything, Miller," she says in an annoyed growl.

-Why? It's not much, I'm not asking you for the impossible. "My breath hitches, and I can't hold it anymore. You are the cruelest man I know, I hate you stupid Russian!

Without anticipating it, he goes on top of me, giving a sharp fist on my abdomen, the blow has taken my breath away. The pain is unpleasant, I complain about it. My eyes accustomed to filling with tears do not take long to release the liquid that in question fills my face. Meanwhile, he begins to say curses, he dresses without leaving the bad words that resemble whips opening wounds to me.

...

I'm still breathing.

I continue with the breath of life, and enclosed in these four walls.

It's been five months, if I'm not mistaken.

It's amazing that it still is. I thought my stay there would be shorter, but the days keep adding up. The mistreatment by Aleksander diminished, the first three months stirred my soul, I came to think that one of those days I would stop breathing. However, I endured it, I was saved.

Although he was still crossing the same tightrope.

It's been weeks since he hit me, he doesn't lose his temper like that, because he does continue to use my body to satisfy his needs. I know the intention is to humiliate me once more, I do not doubt that there are lines of women who would be delighted to wallow with the wolf, but he seeks pleasure at my expense.

Aleksander's entrance diverts my attention from the screen, he comes with the knuckles of his left hand bandaged. It must have been due to a clandestine fight or any violent encounter with his men. It may be for one of those reasons, it makes sense knowing where he is driving. It is not the first time that I see him like this, hurt, he is used to it, to harm and to be a victim of violence. And he deserves everything bad that happens to him, he is also evil. But he's probably lost control and started hitting everywhere.

He is insane after all.

"Why are you looking at me so much?" He replies, managing to drive my excessive attention away from his person.

I have understood that quiet and crestfallen I prevent his hatred from impacting fiercely on me. Enough of skin marks and heart cracks. So I have made more progress than using my gender easily, which only detracted from my dignity at first.

"I'm sorry," I say. It also helps to apologize all the time, no matter that I have not done anything wrong.

I observe him when he does not look at me, his profile does not cease to impress, I cannot deny that his attractiveness is ravishing, at the same time that what is shocking in him is creepy and makes my hair stand on end. He sits on the edge of the bed, close to me. He moves his hand on my chin. My eyes search his trying to decipher what he wants.

-Do you want to go to walk? -He says. His question absorbs me in confusion, I did not expect it, there is suddenly happiness. The degree of stupefaction cannot be measured, it is such a magnitude of disbelief in my mind that I cannot spin an answer, the little girl replies that she is already fighting in me.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

-Outside? I ask quietly, trying to accept that I'm not wrong, that I'm not hallucinating. He nods, so no, I'm not raving. I look at my appearance, not that he is wearing rags, but what I wear to go out is not appropriate. So I add, "I need to change.

-Do it fast.

"I just don't have to wear, Aleksander."

"In that case I'll have Verónika bring you something."

I nod without giving credit, that he takes the trouble to do something for me, it's incredible, I am speechless. He doesn't look like the same Aleksander Konstantinov.