I came, and it hurt—because there was zero pleasure in it. I felt nothing. This woman is driving me insane. I need to leave my mark on her soon, because at this rate, there won't be a woman left in this favela; none of them can satisfy the hunger I have for her.
I finished, pulled up my pants, and walked out without a word. I just gave her a dry order: "Get dressed and leave through the side door. I don't want any talk." She didn't say a thing, and I couldn't have cared less. She left crying, and I didn't give a s**t. I was already washing my face, trying to scrub her scent off my skin, but it was Nicole’s scent that was still there, embedded in me. In my memory.
And that was when it hit me: it hadn't done a damn bit of good.
Nicole has no idea, but she is taking control of my body in w
