Forbidden

There was something her uncle had been asking for months. She had been refusing for months—until she saw that phone on the counter and everything between them changed.

We had crossed a line from which there was no return. Standing outside the courthouse, I understood that what I felt for him was more real than any fear.

Sharing a bed with my sister-in-law’s boyfriend seemed harmless. But when I felt his body against mine in the dark, I knew the night would end badly.

When Clara saw the rusted lock on room four, she did not flinch or hesitate. She sighed, asked for their usual towel, and went in first.

I crossed my legs in his class and he couldn’t look away. I knew the game had begun, and this time I was the one with the advantage.

I pushed open the garage door and froze. My mother and my aunt, topless, with their hands wrapped, ready to fight.

I sat on the floor with her photo and some candles. When I opened my eyes, I was her: her voice, her body, her backstage dressing room.

I was eighteen, and my body wanted more than it could give. That night I walked into the living room in a nightgown and told my father exactly what I needed.

I sat as far away from her as possible at that dinner. But I ended up with my hand on her waist and her hips pressed hard against mine.

The first night they heard Marcos and Lucía on the other side of the wall, Sofía knew the journey would not end as it had begun.

I drove sixty kilometers to find silence. What I didn’t expect was a room designed exactly for my most private fantasies.

I woke up bound in a room with rings in the walls and two women ready to make me talk. They made one mistake: they left me alone with their own instruments.

My friends never understood why I spent three months in a dead village. I never told them the truth: my grandfather was waiting for me with more than dinner.

When I saw her name on the screen, I knew what was coming. Her husband would work a double shift, the girls would be with her friend, and she’d be available all day.

He knew Carmen would be alone for three days. He only had to convince Silvia to take that trip without me.

What that SUV carried after that trip could never be itemized on an upholstery bill. But someone would have to pay for it, and it wasn’t going to be him.

When she whispered in bed what she wanted for her birthday, I knew that night would change everything. The private casino was only the beginning.

I closed my eyes beneath the blindfold and my father’s voice built every detail. I wasn’t in my room anymore: I was with Rodrigo, and he was doing exactly what I’d dreamed.

I went down to the hotel bar at one in the morning. When I got back to my room, without underwear and with his handprint on my ass, I knew I’d remember that flight.