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The breakfast tray that Ravi prepared for me was perfect again and if I wasn't still thirsty and wanted to confront him for always running away from me, I couldn't even touch the food, so instead I went after him, knowing he was in his room, as I heard his footsteps continuing down the hall and not coming back.

I'm not polite enough to open the door, I enter abruptly, stopping when I come face to face with a naked Ravi.

As I looked at Ravi's naked body, a wave of desire invaded me, warming me from the inside out despite the mental turmoil. In the last few days, Ravi had been training more, which was making part of his muscles even more defined, he was more handsome than ever, with broad shoulders and tanned skin.

Looking up at his face, I wondered for the thousandth time how someone so beautiful could be so mean to me, despise me as if I didn't matter at all.

— I... Are you... — I stammer, forgetting for a moment what I had gone to do there and even how to speak, everything got worse when he approached me. — I think you should get dressed.

A sardonic smile appeared on his lips as he pulled the towel that covered his body, throwing it on the floor.

- You are afraid of me? — He murmurs, getting closer. Raising his hands, he cupped my breasts and squeezed them, his thumbs playing with my nipples. As he looked at me, I noticed an amused but slightly cruel gleam in his brown eyes.

- I should be? — My heart beat faster and I felt my insides contract when I felt the rigid penis against my abdomen. His hands felt hot and rough against the sensitive skin of her breasts.

I took a deep breath as my nipples hardened under his touch.

— Are you going to hurt me?

— No - he says immediately, as if he didn't even need to think about it - But is that what you want, my Mariana? — He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers and making me suppress a moan of pleasure mixed with pain. His voice became deeper, darker and more seductive. - He wants

that I hurt you? That marks your soft skin and makes you scream?

I ran my tongue over my lips, shivers of heat and anxiety running through my body. I should have been scared, particularly after that night's conversation, but instead I was desperately excited. Even though it was something perverse, I also wanted that, the ferocity of his desire, the

cruelty of your affection. I wanted to lose myself in his embrace, forget what was right and wrong, simply feel.

“Yes,” I whisper, for the first time admitting my dark needs, the perverted desire he had instilled in me.

in me. - Yes I want...

His eyes glowed with a wild, volcanic heat. Then we fell onto the bed in a primitive confusion of limbs and flesh. There was no trace of the deceptively gentle lover or the sophisticated sadist who manipulated my mind and body every night. No, that Ravi was purely uncontrollable, untamed desire.

His hands ran over my body. With his mouth, he licked, sucked and bit every inch of my skin. He placed his left hand between my thighs and a large finger entered me, making me gasp as he moved it relentlessly in and out of my wet sex.

He was tough, but the heat inside me only intensified. I ran my nails down his back, desperate for more as we rolled on the bed like animals.

I ended up lying on my back, trapped beneath his muscular body. My arms were stretched upwards and my wrists were held by his right hand. It was a conquered position, but my heart beat faster with anxiety rather than fear as I noticed the predatory desire on his face.

— I'm going to fuck you — he says in a husky voice, positioning his knees between my thighs to spread them. There was no seduction in his voice at that moment, just a primal, aggressive need. — I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy... and then I'm going to fuck you again. Did you understand?

I managed to nod slightly, my chest heaving as I looked at him. My breathing was rapid and heavy. My skin burned where his body touched me. For a moment I felt his throbbing penis against my inner thigh.

Soon after, he held his penis with his free hand and guided it to my entrance.

I was wet, but I wasn't ready for the brutal thrust with which he brought our bodies together. A shock of pain ran through my nerve endings as I was penetrated.

I let out a scream and my inner muscles contracted, resisting penetration, but he didn't give me time to adjust. Ravi began to move at a hard pace, claiming me with a violence that left me shaking and breathless, unable to do anything but accept his possession.

relentlessness of my body.

I don't know how long he fucked me like that or how many times I came. I just know that when Ravi came, I shuddered. As he stood over me, I was hoarse from screaming and so sore that it hurt when he withdrew his penis.

I was too exhausted to move. He got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a wet towel. Pressing it against my swollen sex, he gently cleaned me. Then, using his lips and tongue, he

forced my exhausted body to have another orgasm.

Still, I was happy, despite worrying about the future. The icy emptiness inside me was gone, replaced by an abundance of emotions and sensations. It was as if the black and white movie of my life had been

redone in color.

When I was with Ravi, I felt complete and happy in a way I couldn't understand and didn't fully accept. I was unhappy before I met you. I didn't have great friends, a loving family, and the promise of a good, but not exceptional, life ahead. Even the

flirting, Talita, who had made my heart skip a beat, had been self-destructive. It didn't make sense that I needed something as perverse as that closeness with Ravi to enrich my life and give me what I was missing.

Obviously, I was not a psychologist. Maybe there was an explanation for my feelings, the fact that I had been abused throughout my childhood that I had repressed, or a chemical imbalance in the brain. Or maybe it was just Ravi and the deliberate way he shaped my physical and emotional responses from the first day we met. I understood his conditioning methods, but that didn't change their effectiveness. It was strange knowing that I continued to be manipulated and, at the same time, that I liked the results of that manipulation.

And I liked them. Being with Ravi was exhilarating, both terrifying and exhilarating, like riding a wild tiger. I never knew which side of him I would see at any given moment: the charming lover or the cruel master. And even though it was crazy, I wanted both sides, I was addicted to them.

Light and darkness, violence and kindness... everything went together, forming a volatile cocktail that created chaos in my balance and made me fall more and more under Ravi's spell.

Obviously, seeing him every day now didn't help. In that house, Ravi's frequent absences gave me time to recover from the powerful effect he had on my body and mind, allowing me to maintain a certain emotional balance.

There, however, there was no respite from the magnetic pull he had on me, no way to protect myself.

against the intoxicating attraction. With each passing day, I lost a little more of my soul to him. The need I felt for him increased rather than diminished over time.

The only thing that kept me from going completely crazy was knowing that Ravi felt the same strong attraction to me. I didn't know if it was because I was pregnant with him or just our inexplicable chemistry, but I knew the addiction was two-sided.

His desire for me knew no limits. I felt that if he could, Ravi would take me a few times every night, and often during the day as well, but I had the feeling

that he still wanted more. It was there, in the intensity in his gaze, in the way he touched me, in the way he hugged me. He couldn't keep his hands off me and that made me feel better about my own attraction to him.

Whatever was happening between us, I just wanted it to continue for a long time. It was desperate to think that I needed Ravi, that my emotional connection with him was greater than I ever had with Talita. Possibly it wasn't just another passion anymore, it was something stronger than that, love.

After that, for the first time, he allowed me to sleep in his arms.