ANA:
I think I'm in danger.
He stood there, his presence suffocating, wrapped in a dark aura that made my blood freeze in my veins. The last time I saw him was two weeks ago—in the forest, where everything changed. But why is he here now?
Today was already a disaster, and yet here he was, ready to push it further into chaos.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize how close he had gotten until he was standing right in front of me. Too close. I barely had time to react before his hands were on my cheeks, brushing over the tracks of my dried tears.
"Your tears," he murmured in that low, raspy voice that chilled my bones. "They hurt me, Estrellita. Do you know that?"
But tonight, I found a boldness I didn't know I had. I chuckled bitterly, his words sounding absurd in the face of my pain. "Why? Should I give you a name so you can kill them for me?"
He didn't blink, just grinned—a dangerous, unyielding expression. "If you ask, I will."
I scoffed, shaking my head. "And then what? Leave me to rot in jail while you vanish? I don't think so."
Without warning, his fingers tightened around my chin, forcing me to look into his dark, enigmatic eyes. They burned with intensity as he leaned in closer. "Do you really think there's a single place on this earth where I'd let you be alone?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "You're the bane of my existence, Ana. Every breath I take is for you, and every day I wish for a life where we're together. You're meant to soar in the sky, and I... I'll be your wings. Broken, yes, but I'll still help you fly. Only with me."
I stared at him, speechless. His words should have terrified me. But instead, my heart betrayed me, skipping a beat in response.
"You're my destiny, Estrellita. With me, you'll always be safe."
I shook my head, trying to push back the rising tide of emotion. "You want me to believe that after everyone else has abandoned me? You're just using me, manipulating me for whatever twisted plan you have."
This time, he laughed softly, flashing that breathtaking smile—one that felt too familiar, too dangerous. "Maybe that's part of it... but Ana," his smile faltered, eyes hardening, "you're not worthless. You have no idea what kind of power you have over me."
His hand drifted down, brushing over my throat, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse, which throbbed wildly beneath his touch. He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin, sending a shiver through me. "And if anyone dares to make you feel otherwise," he whispered, "I'll take care of them. Personally."
I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, setting my nerves on fire. I should scream. Call for help. I knew the bodyguards outside could come in, and stop him. But I didn't. I couldn't.
He tilted my head back effortlessly, his lips grazing my skin. "This..." he inhaled deeply, "this has always driven me to the edge. Do you know how hard it's been to resist you?"
He pressed a kiss just below my jaw, making my breath hitch. "Whoever made you think you're unworthy of love... they didn't know me. I'd take you, right in front of them, make them watch as you fall apart for me. And then I'd kill them, so they'd never see you like that again."
Why did his filthy words ignite something inside me?
"My obsession with you knows no bounds, Estrellita."
Darkness stirred within me, something primal and consuming, pulling me deeper into his touch. I leaned into him, craving more despite the fear thrumming in my veins.
He pulled me closer, one hand tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist, holding me against him. His rough fingertips wiped away the remnants of my tears, and for a moment, I felt something wet against my skin. I thought it was rainwater, but when I raised my hand to my face, my heart stopped.
It wasn't rain. It was blood.
Right. How could I forget? He was covered in blood. But it wasn't his.
My stomach twisted in horror as the realization hit me: He had killed someone. And he came straight to me afterwards.
My breath hitched as the full weight of what was happening settled in. What was I about to do?
I shoved him away, my voice trembling. "S-stop... You're covered in blood!" You're a murderer!
He stared at me, expressionless. "I'll scream if you don't leave right now!"
"And you think that will stop me?"
My heart pounded as he took a step toward me. Instinctively, I backed away.
"You don't control me! I'll have you arrested if you get near me again!"
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head with amusement. "Tsk, tsk. Resistance is futile, sweetheart. As much as I love your sharp tongue, I'm more interested in taking that attitude right off your lips."
Panicked, my hands scrambled for anything I could use as a weapon. Grabbing a vase, I raised it in warning. "One more step, and I'll kill you myself."
He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "What did I say when I walked in?" His voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "I'm here to collect my due."
Before I knew it, I was forced down to my knees, staring up at him. His rain-soaked clothes clung to his muscular frame, and a sinister smile curled on his lips as he looked down at me. "Be a good girl, and take off my belt, Estrellita."
I blinked, confusion and fear warring in my mind. Has he lost his mind?
"I won't repeat myself."
I scoffed, defiant despite the terror swirling inside me. "I won't—"
My breath hitched as he pressed a bloodied knife to my throat, his whisper venomous. "Take. It. Off."
Every rational part of me screamed to stop, but my body betrayed me. Something dark and twisted stirred inside, and I found my hands trembling as they reached for his belt.
I shouldn't do this. But why do I want this as much as he does?
As I yanked the belt free, he gestured toward the zipper of his pants, and my pulse quickened. Fear. Anger. Humiliation. Yet, among all that, there was something else. Something burning hot and wrong.
When I finally set him free, my eyes widened, and I couldn't suppress the shock that spilled from my lips. "You've got to be kidding me..."
My mouth went dry, yet my body responded in ways that horrified me. God, what is wrong with me?
He noticed my reaction, and with a cruel smirk, he fisted my hair, forcing his size into my mouth. The knife at my throat was a constant, deadly reminder not to resist.
I wanted to bite down, hard, but the cold steel pressed against my skin kept me in check.
"Fuck," he grunted, his voice hauntingly familiar. But I pushed the thought aside, focusing on what I was forced to do. "Suck it harder baby. Maket it wet and sloppy."
I work him harder until he's growling deep, the sound feral and surely sending the animals in the woods scattering. A predator is on the loose, but fuck, I'm the one bringing him to his knees.
My tongue slid along his length, tracing the veins, lathering him as best I could. When he hit the back of my throat, I nearly gagged, my eyes watering from the effort. But then I felt it—a piercing—and I froze.
He grinned down at me, reading my thoughts. His grip on my hair tightened as he pushed deeper. Tears blurred my vision, but I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, desperate to finish this nightmare. He was too large to take in fully, so I used my hand to work what my mouth couldn't reach.
The room filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, mingling with my own ragged breaths.
"Look at you," he rasped, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Your mouth is good for more than just threats after all."
My jaw clenched with anger, the urge to bite flaring again. But when the knife pressed harder against my throat, I knew better.
"Look at yourself," he said, forcing me to meet my own reflection in the full-length mirror. "Look how beautiful you are on your knees for me."
I stared, horrified, at the sight of myself kneeling before him, his figure towering over me like some twisted god. And yet, despite the disgust and shame, I felt something darker stirring inside me.
What have I gotten myself into?
But I made sure to meet his gaze in the mirror, showing him the hatred that still burned within me.
"Oh, don't act like you don't want this, Estrellita," he taunted, voice dripping with sin. "I know that pussy's aching for me. Don't pretend like your pussy isn't salivating just as much as your mouth is."
Shame coarse through me but he was right. So I clench my thighs and ignore my body's need. Eyes locked on his near crazed eyes I tried to work faster, hoping to end this nightmare, but his grip on my hair tightened painfully, and I gasped, tears spilling down my cheeks. He pulled back, almost to his tip, before slamming into my mouth again, forcing himself in deeper, his cock filling me faster than I could swallow.
I could feel his release building, and before I knew it, his seed spilled from my lips, dripping down my chin. But he didn't let go, keeping me in place, his breath heavy and primal.
"Now, be a good girl and swallow, Estrellita. I want to see how pretty you look when you take all of me."
I had no choice but to obey. My body moved on autopilot, driven by fear, lust, and confusion. When I was done, his grip on my hair loosened, allowing me to pull away. I gasped for air, my lungs burning as I collapsed back, trembling, my breath ragged. My mind was a chaotic void, and I couldn't grasp what had just happened.
He watched me for a moment, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. With deliberate slowness, he knelt down and caressed my cheek, his touch a mockery of tenderness. Just as the thunder crashed outside once more, a piercing scream shattered the eerie silence in the house.
I jolted, spinning toward the door, heart racing. Something was terribly wrong.
The heavy sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder as they neared. Then, the door burst open, and one of my bodyguards rushed in, his face pale, eyes wide with terror.
"Ma'am... Dr. Helia... she's dead!"