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"Mhm... yhh." I moaned as I felt him thrusting inside me from behind. My whole world was spinning, my body consumed by the pleasure he was giving me. With my back arched and hips eagerly pressing against him, my desire for more intensified.
His hands trailed from my hips up to my breasts, teasing my nipples. As he nibbled on my ear, he increased his pace, driving me closer to the edge.
"A...Alvaro, I... I'm..." I couldn't form a coherent sentence as I felt my body tremble and shake, waves of pleasure crashing over me like a broken tap.
Alvaro didn't stop, he kept thrusting until he reached his own climax. He pulled away and turned me around to face him.
"You're so beautiful, Isadora." He whispered, his sincerity shining in his eyes. I was flabbergasted for a moment, then my heart warmed at his compliment. I blushed, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.
I gazed into his eyes, specifically the green one, which typically emanate a sense of warmth, tranquility, and lack of emotion, while his blue eye was intense, akin to a destructive tsunami.
"T...thank you." I stuttered, feeling shy as his eyes roamed over my naked body.
"You don't have to hide it, Issa. It's all mine now." He whispered, placing soft kisses on my chest.
Just as we were getting lost in each other again, his phone rang, interrupting our intimate moment. After he finished his call, he turned to me with a serious expression.
"You need to leave before your psycho husband figures it out." He said, his face suddenly serious. Reality hit me like a ton of bricks and the happiness I felt moments ago was replaced with dread as I remembered the monster I was married to.
I loved my time with Alvaro. Whenever I was with him, the world felt normal, and I felt at peace. It was like I was in a world of euphoria, and I didn't want to leave.
But I couldn't stay, I had to go back to my miserable reality Alvaro noticed the change in my expression, He noticed my expression but for some reason he chose not to ask anything which I did appreciate his intelligence but at the same i wish he did ask, so he can save me from his monstrous father.
He held my hand and led me to the bathroom, where we cleaned up and got dressed. As we were about to leave his bedroom, he pulled me in for one last kiss before we parted ways.
Luckily, Pablo wasn't in the room when I arrived, I got into the closet and changed into a pair of black shorts that hugged my lower region perfectly and a plain white shirt
I twisted my curls up into a messy bun and applied a little bit of lip balm. As I sprayed on my favorite perfume, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly happy.
For the first time in years, I felt genuine happiness from the bottom of my heart. It wasn't the superficial happiness that came from material possessions, random hookups at the club or the release from my rose toy. It was the kind of happiness I used to feel before my mother passed away.
But as I thought about my mom, a wave of sadness washed over me. However, I quickly pushed it away and took a deep breath. At the end of the day, happiness finds you when it wants to, regardless of religious beliefs and societal expectations. I finally found my peace and happiness, even if it meant going against the so-called laws of the 'Bible and its owner, the sky daddy.'
My thoughts were interrupted by the memories of last night and this morning. The way he made me feel, his hands on my body, his lips on mine, his dick thrusting at different paces, his flicking tongue in my pussy... I felt a rush of desire and longing course through my body, and I couldn't help but let out a small moan.
I walked out of my room with a bright smile, making my way to the kitchen for some breakfast.
Everyone was seated already, including Alvaro. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes met his. A sly smirk was tugged at the corner of his lips, making me feel hot inside. My cheeks flushed as I quickly looked away, trying to ignore the heat between us.
But my eyes soon found Amanda's. Her gaze was emotionless, which was strange as she always had a calm and inviting look in her eyes. Her stare made me feel uncomfortable so I broke out of it and in that moment, Pablo walked in.
He looked pissed and as his eyes landed on me, it seemed like his anger heightened.
"Where the fuck have you been Isadora?" he groaned angrily. The monstrous look on his face frightened me, and I gulped hard, unable to find any words to explain my absence.
"I..I...
"Why are you questioning her, father? I told you she went to visit her mother's grave," Alvaro interjected, his brow raised up as he scrutinized Pablo with his gaze. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as Alvaro's words protected me from Pablo's rage.
Pablo shut his eyes, took in a deep breath and feigned a smile. "Why did she tell you and not me?" he asked, trying to keep his anger in check.
"I...I was in a hurry, and you weren't available at that moment. I needed to be there before the cemetery closed," I explained in a low tone, trying to sound as convincing as I could.
"So, you mean to tell me that you spent the night there?" he questioned. I could hear the anger in his voice, but he did his best to conceal it, pretending to be upset that I didn't tell him.
"Yes," I replied quietly, the awkwardness and tension in the room palpable. Alvaro broke the silence, his voice calm yet firm.
"Why are you asking all these questions, Pablo? She's a grown woman, fit to do whatever she wants, and definitely, she doesn't need any permission from you," Alvaro shot back with a glare.
"She's my wife," Pablo gritted out, his possessiveness clear in his tone.
"Not your slave or pauper," Alvaro retorted, standing up to Pablo's words.
Feeling overwhelmed by the tension between the two men, I excused myself and headed to the kitchen, needing to escape the awkwardness of the situation. As I breathed out in relief, my heart doing a weird dance, I couldn't help but feel grateful that Alvaro had saved me.
I watched from the kitchen window as Alvaro and his mother stood outside, talking in hushed tones. Their soft voices drifted through the open window and my curiosity got the better of me. I turned off the faucet and crept closer to listen in on their conversation.
"I hope you aren't messing around with Isadora," his mother said sternly, her brows furrowed.
"Why does it matter, mama? It's clear they don't love each other. And that brings me to this, why did father get married to Isadora?" Alvaro's tone was filled with anger, clearly mad about the fact that he was kept in the dark
"Alvaro, listen..." his mother started, but he interrupted her.
"I hope whatever you say, you don't lie to me," he said firmly.
"Son..." There was a long pause, and I could feel the tension in the air.
My heart raced as I waited for his mother to reveal the secret that Alvaro was so desperate to know. Should I intervene and stop her? No, I shouldn't, she may get in trouble but it means I'd be free from Pablo, even though it meant being selfish.
"Your father needs a bone marrow transplant," his mother finally said.
Confusion washed over me, but then realization dawned on me. She isn't saying the truth
"So? He has three kids already, two actually because I won't ever think of being a donor," Alvaro scoffed.
"That's the point, son. He knew you wouldn't, Leah and Gabriele can't, some health requirements disqualified them, so he had to get married again, so she'd bare him a child" his mother explained.
"And he chose such a young woman like her? How am I sure Isadora knows about this? And why can't you bear forth another child mamá?" Alvaro's voice was filled with doubt and anger.
"She doesn't know and, my eggs are not healthy enough to be fertilized" she replied, causing my heart to drop. For some reason, everything she said sounded true, and I couldn't help but ponder on it.
What if he really got married to me because of that? Could it be why he was so furious when he found out about my 'supposed' health condition? That could also be a reason for getting married to me but I'm very certain that the major reason, was for sexual pleasure. Sick
"Seriously, mama? You let this happen? I thought your 'sky daddy and his laws' didn't approve of this," his tone was accusing.
"Alvaro," his mother scolded, but he continued.
"That's all the more reason I would pursue Isadora, mama. You don't expect me to turn a blind eye to the angel living under my roof, and let her life be destroyed by a selfish man like Pablo" His voice resonated with anger and contempt as he forcefully uttered those words.
I felt my heart flutter at his words.
"Alvaro don't do it. She's married and to your father," she said, her voice filled with concern.
Alvaro chuckled darkly in response. "With a condition, as far as I'm concerned, Isadora is a single lady. And whether or not she's married, I long for her so I'd get her," he finalized, making my heart race with joy.
"That's wrong Alvaro. Leviticus 20:11
'If a man sleeps with his father's wife, he has dishonored his father. Both the man and the woman must be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads." In her attempt to persuade him, she highlighted a biblical verse to emphasize the importance of choosing the correct course of action
But Alvaro replied angrily, "For fuck sake mama, do not. I couldn't give two fucks about whatever that says. Isn't there a Bible portion that prohibits selfish marriage? And you let it happen. So hypocritical of you mama, so please save me the lecture."
"Son, two wrongs don't make a right. And..." his mother tried to reason, but before she could finish, Alvaro cut her off.
"I'm done here," he said, and I heard his footsteps as he retreated back inside the kitchen.