Chapter 3 Carolina AlcâNtara

• Carolina Alcântara
• Hassan presses his pelvis against my leg, and I can feel that he’s a very large man, which causes a sigh of surrender to escape me. I desire to feel this man inside me. Another moan slips out as I feel his beard graze my neck, trailing down to my chest.
• “Make me forget what haunts me…” I say, almost in tears.
• I open my eyes when Hassan stops kissing me, and those two onyx eyes of his, beginning to study me.
• “Don’t fire me tomorrow, okay?” I nod in agreement.
• Hassan pulls me closer to his body, wrapping one arm around my waist and using his other hand to support my thigh. We leave the kitchen and head upstairs to my room, amidst kisses and quiet moans.
• The sweet scent of my perfume fills the air, and I realize we’re inside my room. Hassan lets my body slip down his, gently holding my chin with his index finger, making me look into his eyes.
• “I’ll leave you in bed and be right back. Take this time to think about whether you really want this.” He looks into my eyes, and I can tell he’s scared, mostly afraid.
• In the world we live in, something like this could mean death. I watched him leave. I take the opportunity not to look away from his erection, which seemed so present, as though he wasn’t wearing underwear. I want to let whatever is going to happen, happen.
• Tomorrow is another day, and I’ll think about the consequences in time, but I would never let anything happen to him because of something I chose to do. Right now, we are just a man and a woman who felt sexual attraction and want to relieve this moment.
• If, at any point, Bruno suspects anything, I will stop him from doing anything to harm my security. I will protect him from the organization, as well as not let Vanessa take him away from me at this moment.
• I need him, and even if, for now, he is just a substitute, I need him to keep from sinking into a depression over what happened. I was standing, looking through the blinds, and I heard the sound of my bedroom door closing and locking. I keep my gaze on the stars, thinking of a way to make this work.
• My marriage was destroyed by Bruno’s betrayal.
• My betrayal with my bodyguard, who became such a seductive bastard, with a simple cup of coffee.
• I need to think about how to keep the bodyguard alive and employed when the morning comes.
• “Is your conviction still the same?” He asks me.
• His hands move to my shoulder and travel down my arms, gently.
• “Hassan, I’m a dangerous woman. I’m the one who protects those who are mine, no matter the cost. I still don’t know how I’ll keep you with me, safe and alive, but I promise I’ll figure something out.” I told him.
• I’m sure he must have been filled with questions during the time he left the room and left me here alone.
• “Sayidati, don’t worry about that. I know how to take care of myself. I just want to be sure that you won’t regret this.” He asks me once again.
• However, I need to be honest with him. And I’ve never been anything but truthful because I believe the truth is the solution to everything. I turn towards him and keep my head down.
• “Hassan, I don’t know if I’ll regret this later or not, but right now, I want to feel your touch and your kisses all over my body,” I whisper, looking at the buttons on his shirt.
• “Then, Jamil, say that while looking into my eyes, I want to see yours,” he says. I slowly raise my head.
• Hassan places his fingers on my chin, and I look into those two onyx stones he calls eyes, which bring me a calm I haven’t felt since we started this journey to help Vanessa and Gustavo.
• “I need to feel your lips on my body, Hassan…” He pulls me closer to him.
• We walk slowly, and I watch as he sits on the bed and pulls me onto his lap. I sit with my legs apart, feeling his erection against my body, smiling when I realize he has the reaction he was hoping for. My breasts stiffen, longing for some touch, I need to feel him touch me.
• Hassan keeps my face raised toward him, I think he’s looking for some hesitation, but I’m certain I want to enjoy this moment, I need to feel that my life doesn’t begin and end with Bruno, nor with the mafia.
• His soft hands touch me, and he starts to look at my body. I close my eyes and feel his touch, letting out a few sighs as Hassan tortures me, slowly removing my nightgown. I heard him say something in Arabic, but I have no idea what it means.
• “Open your eyes, you need to understand what will happen here, Sayidati, I want you to know it’s me and not your husband,” he says. He’s right, today I am his, tomorrow I’ll deal with the confusion my mind will be in.
• He claims my lips with his, and kissing him was peaceful, as if I had been transported to a place where there are no problems, where I’m not completely destroyed. Thinking that they have finally found a way to destroy what Madame Suiça represents. He turns us to lie on the bed, our kiss becoming urgent and desperate.
• Hassan moves down to my breasts and gently bites them, almost making me scream with pleasure. I remember I can’t make noise, and I see him start to smile.
• “Frank’s not around, don’t worry,” he says. He looks at me and moves in to kiss my lips again.
• I held his face to keep him there, but he had other plans. His hand travels down the side of my body, and I feel him removing my panties. He smiles, seeing me partially naked.
• I won’t deny that I felt a little ashamed, I hadn’t known another man, just my husband. Even though my mind was making comparisons, I didn’t want to stop what was happening. I was determined about the divorce, determined to move on alone, just using a man here and there to satisfy my needs.
• I lift my hips so he can remove the last piece of clothing still on me when I remember something I need. It’s not because I decided to be a slut that I’m going to neglect myself; the baby inside me needs me to be careful.
• “Hassan?” I raise my head.
• I look at the man who was preparing to use his tongue on my pussy, he looks at me, raising an eyebrow and giving me a naughty smile.
• “Sayidati, what were you going to say?” he asks, his fingers touching my opening, making me moan.
• I close my eyes, forgetting what I was going to ask him, as he intensifies the massage on my clitoris. For a few moments, I tilt my head back and let myself wander in the sensations Hassan is giving me.
• “Sayidati, what were you going to tell me?” he asks again, the jerk still asking after getting me close to an orgasm.
• “Condom… ahh…” I manage to say.
• I see him pull out some packets and place them on my belly. I relax again when his tongue starts licking and sucking in a completely new and different way.
• “Oh God, what the hell is this… what are you doing…” My orgasm explodes, leaving me almost breathless.
• “Something only Arabs know how to do, Jamil, do you want more or do you prefer I fuck you already?” He stays between my legs, his fingers pressing on my G-spot. The bastard knows the female body.
• “I want more…” I say, catching my breath.
• This time, his fingers go in and out of me. I never imagined I could feel all this. I’m so used to just plain food that now that I’m trying something more elaborate, I’m almost choking on the experience.
• “What’s wrong, Jamil, is it too much for you?” Before I could answer, he goes back to sucking me, making my breath ragged.
• My hands are in his hair, feeling like everything he’s doing isn’t enough, I want to feel him inside me, I want to feel pleasure while he fucks me because he’s definitely not being gentle.
• “Tajdid, that’s what you are to me today.” What I say is enough for him to get up from the bed, take off his shirt that’s rolled up to his elbows, and his flannel pants.