Chapter 21 He's back
It pains me that I didn't get to kiss Raul like I wanted to. Maybe he really wants to hide his identity from me and he loves playing this cat and mouse game we have going on. I do find it exciting, after all.
What am I going to do if I find out it is him, though? It's not like I'm planning to leave Ben, right?
And maybe it's better not knowing who Black is. That makes my infedelity real. Right now, it's nothing more than a fantasy.
But I want to know. Even if I never tell anybody, I just have to.
So, I need to get to his villa, maybe see if he has cologne somewhere that matches the amber and musk smell. I just need something to confirm that he's Black before I completely lose my mind.
Tonight, after Alette leaves, I'm gonna sneak over to the other villas and see if I can find Raul's, and try to enter like he did in my apartment. I'll do anything at this point just to get some kind of clue. The scale is topped too high on one side. Black knows everything about me, but I know nothing about him.
It's just not fair.
After Alette leaves that night, I take the boot off. I can't be going around spying with a moon boot. Plus, my ankle and foot feels amazing, I can't believe I put myself through that torture in the first place.
I slip out the sliding door of my bedroom that leads to the beach. There are large brushes separating the villas from each other. If security manages to catch me on another patient's side, I can just tell them I was taking a walk on the beach and drifted off too far.
I walk all the way down to the water, and let it wash over my feet before I make my way to the nearest villa. From the beach, it looks exactly the same as mine, but the lights are still on.
I don't want to get caught, though, so I walk to the brushes that seperates that villa from mine, and peer around it to see if I don't spot anyone.
If it's not Raul, then I know it's not his villa.
The patient's bedroom door is open, the white curtains blowing in the wind. I can hear a woman laughing, and a swish of blonde hair.
If I can just get closer. Who is she laughing with? Does Raul have a guest over if it is his villa?
That doesn't sit well with me that Black would be entertaining a female guest while I'm trying to figure out his identity, and breaking fucking rules to do it too. I've never even done something this risky.
I'm just about to completely slip over to the other side when a hand clamps over my mouth, subsequently stopping me from screaming.
There's no use fighting, because I know I won't win when I smell the amber and musk, the now familiar scent calming a storm inside me that I didn't even know was raging.
I want to turn my head and look at him, see if my suspicions are correct and that it is indeed Raul, but he slams me back into his hard chest, his hand staying on my mouth.
"What are you looking for, my little mouse?" His voice is a deep rumble in my ear, his tone so low that I can't make out what his true voice really sounds like.
Goosebumps break out over my skin, the wind blowing my hair into my face, helping disguise Black's identity.
I lift my arms above my head, my hands going to his head so I can determine the length of his hair, of it's the same length as Raul's. Last time, his hair was short, but Raul's was longer than that.
My fingers are met with a fine knitted fabric.
He's wearing a ski mask.
"Why do you want to know who I am?" He whispers in my ear with a touch of anger and jealousy. "Will you tell your little boyfriend, mmm? Will you let him touch my pussy after I fucked it sore?"
I can't do anything but mumble behind his fingers. I have the urge to tell him nobody aside from myself has touched me after he had. That I'm so consumed with him, I ran away from my boyfriend.
I have this need for him to know, so I only shake my head. He pushes me up against the palm tree near my bedroom, and then I notice that all the villa's lights are out. Exactly like the night he broke into my apartment.
"Did he touch you?" He growls in my ear, my back glued to his front so that I can feel the huge outline of his cock grinding into my ass.
My thighs shiver in anticipation, and I vehemently shake my head no.
"Good girl." His free hand lifts the front of my short dress and I buck against his hand when his fingers rub circles on my clit through the fabric of my panties. "Were you waiting for me to fuck you?"
I should say no. I should try to fight his hold, because no way is this healthy for my sanity. I'm already a rollercoaster of emotions because of this man, but instead of doing the right thing I nod my head.
"I should fuck you right here. I should let the world know that you belong to me now." He nibbles on my ear, and my knees buckle underneath me, but he catches me around the waist and carries me inside the bedroom as if I weigh as light as a feather.
"Why won't you let me see you?" I ask as soon as he sets me down and takes his hand off my mouth. My voice sounds desperate, and I whisk around to clutch his T-shirt in my hands.
His covered forehead drops onto mine.
"Because you're not ready for who I am."