What Nobody Knows About That Night With My Cousin
He took my jaw in one hand and looked me straight in the eyes. He was my cousin. We were family. And neither of us backed down.
He took my jaw in one hand and looked me straight in the eyes. He was my cousin. We were family. And neither of us backed down.
I knew before I left what I was going to do. I got into the first truck that stopped and understood that day wasn’t going to end soon.
I’d been crossing paths with him in that house for years. I knew how he looked at me, I knew what I felt every time he brushed against me. That afternoon I stopped pretending I didn’t want him.
There was something unfinished from that first night under the bridge. My body remembered it. A week later, my feet took me there on their own.
They turned off the bus lights and he put his hand over mine. None of the sleeping passengers knew what was happening under that blanket.
Rodrigo doesn’t know everything that happened on that trip. Only the version I chose to tell him. The truth is darker, more delicious.
Three days later, he got to the club early. She arrived last, closed the door, and the click of that latch was the only sign they needed.
They arrested me at four in the morning and I thought everything was lost. I had no idea what my lawyer would do when she came into that cell alone with me.
I opened the drawer with my heart pounding. There was lace, there was string, there was a woman waiting inside clothes that had never been mine. That afternoon everything changed.
The kids were sleeping just ten feet away. I couldn’t make a sound. But when his hands slid under my pajamas, I knew we weren’t sleeping anytime soon.
We left the parking lot without knowing where we were going. She had already opened her pants in the passenger seat and couldn’t stop breathing hard.
The moon lit the stream, fireflies flitted around me, and I was alone in the forest with my desire and a toy I hadn’t planned to use.
I woke up with the sheets damp from the dream I’d had. I touched myself before getting out of bed. And the whole day was the same: my body with its own agenda.
I had accepted his dominance games before. But what he asked me that night on the phone was unlike anything before. And still, I didn’t hang up.
Some clients pay for pleasure, and some pay for power. I learned the difference too late, when I already had the scars to prove it.
The director looked me over when I signed the form. I’d been with that company twelve years, and I knew exactly what I had to do to win.
When I went downstairs to the kitchen it was three in the morning. He was sitting there with a cup in his hand, bare-chested, looking at me as if he’d been waiting for me.
I thought I knew myself well. Valentina took just three weeks to prove I was completely wrong — and I was infinitely grateful to her.
I climbed the metal stairs with my skirt clutched in one hand and four pairs of eyes trying to look between my legs. The man waiting upstairs wasn’t Raúl.
The first time I saw him, I knew he was a mistake. A mistake I spent three years avoiding, until the night he knocked on my door at two in the morning.