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When I thought I would face all the information that Antônia threw at me alone, Ravi appeared. As always, the first thing he does is caress my belly and give me a kiss, as if he were greeting his son.

He was again wearing jeans and a t-shirt, this time gray. He seemed to like simple clothes, which was smart. His appearance didn't need highlighting.

He smiled at me. That fallen angel smile, dark and seductive at the same time.

- Hello Mariana.

I didn't know what to say and I said the first thing that came to mind.

— How long are you going to keep me here?

He tilted his head slightly to the side.

— Here in the room? Or at the clinic?

- Both.

— I need to make sure everything is okay, as many times as necessary — he says, getting closer. — You won't be locked up unless you do something foolish.

- Like what? I asked. My heart beat faster in my chest when he stopped next to me and raised his hand to stroke my hair.

His hand caressed the curves around my face. I found myself leaning back into his hand, like a cat being petted, and immediately straightened up.

His lips curved into a smile. The idiot knew the effect he had on me.

—What's necessary, I hope, — he says.

For some reason, I wasn't surprised. He wouldn't have bothered keeping me in that slum if he just wanted to fuck me a few times. I was terrified, but not surprised.

I gathered my courage and asked the next, more logical question.

— Why are you keeping me in your house?

The smile disappeared from his face. He didn't respond, just stared at me with an inscrutable brown gaze.

Then he leaned down and kissed me, his warm, soft lips touching mine gently.

For a second, I stood still, not reacting. I believed him. I knew he was telling the truth when he said he would hurt me. There was something about him that scared me. Something that had scared me from the beginning.

He was nothing like the boys I had dated. He was capable of anything.

I was completely at his mercy.

I thought about trying to fight him again. It would be the normal thing to do in my situation. An act of courage.

Still, I didn't do anything.

I could feel the darkness inside him. There was something wrong with him.

The external beauty hid something monstrous.

I didn't want to release that darkness. I didn't know what would happen if I did that.

So I remained still in his arms and let him kiss me. And when he climbed onto the bed, moving closer to me, I didn't try to resist.

Instead, I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensations.

Again, he was kind. I should have been at least hesitant, and I was, but my body seemed to enjoy the dual sensation of fear and excitement. I didn't know what that said about myself. I lay with my eyes closed as he took off my clothes, layer by layer. First, he unbuttoned the front of her dress, as if he were unwrapping a gift. His hands were strong and sure.

There was no sign of discomfort or hesitation in his movements. He clearly had a lot of practice with women's clothing.

Once he was out of his hospital gown, he stopped for a second. I felt his gaze on me and wondered what he saw. I knew he had a nice, slender, tanned body before, although he didn't have as many curves as he would like.

He ran his fingers down my belly, making me shiver.

“So beautiful,” he says softly. — Such beautiful skin. You should always wear white. It looks good on you.

I didn't respond, I simply closed my eyes tighter. I just wanted him to fuck me and get it over with instead of continuing with this parody of lovemaking.

But he had no intention of making things easier for me.

I watched him with a strange mix of distress and curiosity. His body was still a mystery to me, as I had kept my eyes closed almost every time. I still hadn't seen his penis, even though I felt it inside me.

So I looked at him.

His body was magnificent. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, slender hips. The muscles were well defined throughout the body, but not in the way that bodybuilders were. He looked like a warrior. I could imagine him holding a sword and slashing his enemies. I noticed a long scar on his thigh and another on his shoulder, which only increased the impression that he was a warrior.

His skin was tanned and he had just the right amount of hair on his chest.

There was more dark hair on the lower abdomen, down to the groin. The color of his skin made me think he was outdoors naked or something natural, like me. Perhaps he also had Latin ancestors.

He also had a fully erect penis. It was long and thick, similar to what I had seen in pornographic films.

It was no surprise that I was sore sometimes. No cI managed to believe that he fit inside me.

His mouth followed the same path as his fingers. The feeling was warm and wet in my belly. He continued down to where my legs instinctively closed tightly. He didn't seem to like that and, with rough hands, he spread my legs, burying his fingers in the soft flesh.

I groaned at that violent touch and tried to relax my legs to prevent myself from hurting myself.

He loosened his hands and his touch became gentler.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispers. I felt his hot breath on my sensitive folds. “You know I'll make it good.

Then his lips were on me, his tongue circled the clitoris and he sucked me. His hair caressed the inside of my thigh, tickling, and he held my legs open with his hands. I writhed and screamed, feeling such pleasure that I forgot everything except the unbelievable heat and tension inside me.

He left me close to climax, but without me getting there. Whenever I felt my orgasm approaching, he would stop or change his pace, driving me crazy with frustration. I found myself begging, moaning, arching my body without thinking towards him. When he finally let me climax, it was such a relief that my entire body went through spasms, shuddering and writhing with the intensity of the orgasm.

For some reason I started crying when it ended. Tears came out of the corners of my eyes, running down my temples and wetting my hair and the pillow. He seemed to like that, as he lay on top of me, kissing and licking the wet tracks on my face.

His big hands caressed my entire body. It would have been comforting if not for the stiffness of the penis forcing entry.

I wasn't completely healed inside and I felt pain again when he started to penetrate me. Even though I was wet from the orgasm, he couldn't penetrate me easily without hurting me. He had to go slowly, penetrating me gradually until I could adjust to the

intrusion.

I bit my lower lip, trying to accept the burning sensation.

— Open your eyes — He commanded in a whisper.

I obeyed, even though I could barely see through my tears.

He stared at me as he began to slowly move inside me and there was something triumphant about his gaze. The heat of his body enveloped me, his weight pressed me against the bed. He was inside and on top of me, everywhere. I couldn't even escape to the privacy of my own home.

mind.

And in that moment, I felt possessed by him, like he was taking more than just my body. As if he was claiming something deep inside me, bringing out a side of me that I didn't even know existed.

Because, in his arms, I felt something I had never felt before.

A primitive and completely irrational feeling of belonging to someone.

Something like triumph flashed briefly in his eyes. Then he lowered his head, pressing his lips to mine. Strong arms wrapped around me, molding me against his powerful body. He was totally still aroused. I felt the erection against the softness of my belly. He caressed my mouth with his lips and tongue. Taste of him was sweet.

Fire surged through my veins and I closed my eyes, losing myself in the pleasure of the kiss. My hands went up to his chest, touching him shyly. I felt the heat of his body, the smell of his skin, strangely attractive. Ravi's chest muscles flexed beneath my fingers and I felt his heart beat faster.

I would have to convince Ravi of my devotion.