Season 2, Episode 3
Elena POV
"I'm not the best cook, but I remember a few breakfast recipes from watching my mother cook." She served a delicious plate of homemade pancakes with syrup coated all over them and bacon on the side. I gave a melancholy smile at the breakfast. It seemed to be perfect, but my hunger was lacking, especially since I learned that Carlton was returning here.
Juan didn't break the news to me; I simply happened to overhear the conversation, and I've been on edge ever since. I'm sure she didn't want to warn me to be worried, but it wouldn't be long before I would see him around.
"It looks wonderful. However, can I eat it later?" I responded gently. I didn't want to make her mad for literally slaving over this breakfast but I believe it would have been far more disrespectful if I had eaten it and then vomited it.
"You must eat, Princesa. You're taking medication."
Speaking of medications, I've been avoiding them. I simply did not want to take them. She sat alongside me on the chair and slowly interlaced our fingers. If it had been Carlton, he would have been wiping my face on the floor for being a disrespectful whore.
"Come here." She whispered, lifted me gently, and sat me on her lap. I blushed and looked down. She cut into the pancake with a fork. She put it at my lips, but I brushed it away slightly.
"Why don't you want to eat, Princesa?" My head shakes. I was trying hard not to twist and turn in her lap, but I was failing.
"Take one bite, and I won't bother you for the rest of the day." She replaced the fork in my mouth with food. I chewed down on the meal before swallowing it rapidly. I didn’t want food to be prolonged in my mouth.
"Hmm...How cute." She murmured as she pushed me back into my chair, but I clung to her shirt.
"Will I still sleep with Carlton when he returns? We have only two bedrooms."
"I'm not letting him near you. Are you worried that he will continue to harm you?" I lower my head and fiddle with my fingers. Her fingers forced my chin up; I didn't want her to see my tears. "I'm not going to let him hurt you again. I'll sleep on the couch, and you'll sleep in my room, and if he attempts anything, I'll murder him." She stated she drew me into an embrace. I'm not sure I want to see Carlton die. I couldn't handle the thought that he died as a result of my actions.
I already felt responsible for everything. But the prospect of Juan murdering me was quite appealing. "I overheard you saying that you were picking him up," I said. "Yeah, I don't want to, but Camila will call my phone every single second if I don't." I stared at her defined face with a dreamy smile. I won't deny how attractive she is or how nicely her tattoos fit her; it's as if she was born with them. Her prominent cheekbones complemented her straight face.
"Is there something wrong?" Her sweet voice inquired. I widened my smile and stroked her cheeks. She held my hand and kissed it. How could I have missed how beautiful she was? My other hand cradled her face, and without wasting another second, I pressed my eager lips against her soft ones. I was gradually becoming addicted to kissing her. But I couldn't tell anyone because they'd think I was insane. In my mouth, she whimpered.
My fingers traveled down her body till they came to a halt at the hem of her shirt. My fingertips vanished as they touched her warm, smooth, yet hard skin. I could feel her flexing beneath my finger with each step I took.
To intensify the kiss, she lifts me onto the countertop with a single hand, she then placed herself between my legs. Her tongue enters, making me groan. Her moans and whimpers made me horny, and I wanted to hear more of them.
I dragged my ass across the counter to snuggle up against her hard crotch. I started grinding, but I wasn't getting the friction I wanted, so I grabbed her pants and unbuttoned them. She clutched my hands, preventing me from moving forward.
"I'm afraid I can't, baby girl. You need to heal more." She spoke hoarsely. I shook my head and closed my eyes.
My pussy was ragging in my panties, and I needed to be freed right away. I seized her hands in mine and pressed them against my crotch. I started stroking her fingers; I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter.
"Joder, nena." She muttered. I love it when she whimpers and groans. I lead her hand beneath my dress; I extended my legs wider; she immediately located my clitoral area, and my eyes were knocked back in my head. "Yes, Juan!" I drew her into a passionate kiss. I was getting high off her lips.
"Take me, please," I begged and whimpered like a little slut; her fingers shifted the panties and she was playing with my moist cave; she fooled about my vaginal lips and then gently allowed that same finger wander to my insert part. I wished to be full, even if only a little. The phone rang just as she was about to push it in, making me jump. She was going to pull away when I tugged her in for another kiss before letting her go.
"You're so beautiful" she whispered, I blushed and looked aside. I was a hot demon not long ago, and now I'm a meek angel blushing at her words.
"It’s Camila. I have to leave." She muttered.
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Outside, I could hear the van approaching. I hurried outside to meet Juan but was stopped in my tracks when I noticed Carlton staring at me with malicious eyes. I dropped my eyes to avoid his stare, but my body continued to boil. I peered at him through my eyelashes as memories of that night flashed before my teary eyes.
He was grinning. He was pleased with what he had done to me that night. After breaking me beyond repair, he felt victorious. Whatever I do, that night will always be with me, and I left to look at him and be reminded of it. This must have been my hell.
I noticed Juan getting out of the van. I wanted to run to her, but my foot was firmly placed where I was. If I were to relocate, I would return to my house. I'm not sure I could breathe the same air as him. Juan's kind gaze was fixed on me. My breathing became heavy, and I began to back away gradually. I hurry into the home, up the stairs, and into Juan's room. It was impossible for me. I couldn't look at him any longer.
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