A Dangerous love

CHAPTER 2: A nocturnal sin

I watch him from a distance. He had changed so much. He was taller, so handsome, his facial features perfectly harmonious. His perpetually messy black hair made him irresistibly sexy. Miguel was the kind of man every woman dreamed of having, yet he ended up with me. A girl without a heart, not knowing what she wants, nor even who she is. Finding my parents is all that matters to me, and until I find them, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to live or love again.

"You left the blonde on the couch," I remarked, a smile on my lips.

I walked toward him. He stood up.

"Could you be jealous, my Yesenia?" he whispered softly.

He looked at me silently, then took my hand and pulled me toward one of the guest rooms upstairs. He shut the door behind us, plunging the room into darkness, with only the moonlight streaming through the large window. No one was supposed to see us, no one was to know we were seeing each other, he knew that. Miguel would become my weakness, my Achilles’ heel, and Fernando would be capable of killing him for touching me, or simply to hurt me.

"Miguel, what are you doing?" I whispered in his ear.

He shivered.

"Te extrañé, no puedo alejarme de ti. (I missed you, I can't stay away from you.)"

He placed soft, lingering kisses on my neck. I held my breath—the sensation was so gentle, so intoxicating. These were the only moments I let myself go, in his arms. The only moments when I became a "Yesenia" even I didn’t recognize.

"Stop… Mi… Miguel, stop," I tried to say between gasps.

He stopped, looked at me, and this time, I decided to toy with him. I moved my lips closer to his, my gaze piercing into his. He held his breath.

"When I say stop, Miguel, I mean stop."

I pulled away and sat down on the bed.

"What did Fernando want?"

"He gave me a mission with Will. Tomorrow, there are people selling something in the market—a drug that doesn’t belong to us," I explained.

"And you’re going with Will?"

"I don’t have a choice. I asked to go alone, but he wouldn’t listen."

"Hence the metallic taste in your mouth," he replied.

I nodded, and he joined me on the bed.

"Yesenia, necesito saber, ¿realmente te importo? (Yesenia, I need to know, do you really care about me?)"

I observed him in silence. Why did he keep bringing up this question? Why couldn’t he just be content with the way things were between us? Does he matter to me? That’s undeniable. But am I in love? I couldn’t answer him.

My response was going to be superficial once again. And once again, he would settle for this pitiful answer. Because yes, I love him, yes, to the point of death—but I don’t know what love is.

"Sí, Miguel, eres más importante para mí de lo que crees. (Yes, Miguel, you are more important to me than you think.) "

A smile appeared on his face, highlighting those dimples that gave him such intense charm. I hadn’t lied to him, but guilt consumed me—I knew I had only skirted around his question.

His hand slipped under my T-shirt, cold against my skin in a sensual gesture. I let myself fall back onto the bed as he leaned in closer, his hand brushing over my chest. A soft moan escaped my lips before he finally decided to kiss me.

In one swift motion, he pulled off my top, and I did the same with his. His fingers traced along my skin, leaving a gentle warmth in their wake. My heart raced, and I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. Miguel kissed my neck, my chest, igniting an intense fire within me. I wanted more, but I had never been intimate with a man before. Miguel knew that—I had never gone beyond the preliminaries.

I felt him pull away, hesitating. He wanted more but held himself back, not wanting to cross the line. Fernando had always been clear: anyone who got too close to me would pay with their life. But how would he ever know that Miguel and I were now in this room, undressed, his skin against mine?

No one would ever know. And I was in a playful mood. As Miguel pulled back, I straddled him. His eyes reflected nothing but raw desire. My finger traced small circles on his chest. He wasn’t very athletic when he was younger, but now Miguel… “He’s changed,” I thought to myself.

My lips found the curve of his neck, and he tensed—it amused me. I loved seeing him so consumed by me.

"Ye... Yesenia, me vas a matar, para, ( Ya... Yasenia, you're going to kill me, stop)" he whispered in a breathless voice.

I leaned closer to his neck, his skin.

"Estoy de humor juguetón, quiero verte sufrir, ( I'm in a playful mood, I want to see you suffer,)" I whispered in his ear.

My lips pressed against his in a fiery kiss, and I felt his breath quicken. A moan—such a sweet melody—escaped from Miguel.

But suddenly, he pushed me back and pinned me beneath him. He smiled, thinking he had won. But I had seen him unravel, lose himself in me—and that was something he couldn’t deny.

In a sensual whisper, my finger tracing the outline of his abs, I said:

"No podremos continuar. Imagínense si alguien nos encontrara a ambos en esta habitación. Tú estás en mí. ¿Qué dirá Fernando? (We will not be able to continue. Imagine if someone found both of us in this room. You on me. What will Fernando say?) "

He knows I’m right. He places one last kiss on my lips—soft and warm, full of promises—before standing up. He picks up his T-shirt and hands me mine. In the gentle silence of the night, we eventually get dressed and quietly retreat to our respective rooms, one after the other.

I was heading to my room when a hand grabbed my arm. I turned around to see Will, a smirk on his face. I pulled my arm from his grip and confronted him.

Will, a man as arrogant as he was repulsive. He had never stopped flirt with me and despite my countless rejections, he kept trying. He was the perfect caricature of a mafioso in all his glory. Tall, dark-haired, with black eyes. Handsome, but stupid.

"What were you doing with Miguel?" he asked, his smirk unwavering.

"That’s none of your business. Let me rest; we have a long day ahead tomorrow," I replied curtly.

"Oh, mi amor (my love), you know how beautiful I think you are. Have I ever told you that? One day, you and I—"

"Disgusting. There will never be a ‘you and I,’" I cut him off, revolted by the mere thought of him being near me.

He smiled, then walked away. I entered my room and locked the door behind me. I knew he was capable of breaking it down just to see me naked. That man was a true p*****t. I despised him.

I made my way to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and let the steam envelop the room.

Facing the mirror, I caught my reflection. My blue eyes were dulled, shadowed by the glow of death. My long brown hair was an inheritance from my mother. When I looked at it, I saw her. Her long hair that I loved to braid as a child. My face was so harmonious, and yet the shadow that followed me was that of an angel of death.

How many lives had I taken for this mafia that wasn’t worth it? How many souls had I stolen just to find my parents? All for nothing so far. But I would keep fighting. I would do anything to see them again.

I finished my shower and slipped into a light pajama, my thoughts drifting back to the evening I’d spent in Miguel’s arms. To his skin against mine, to my heart racing a thousand beats per minute.

Am I really in love with Miguel?

Garage of the Villa

12:30 PM

Sitting in one of Fernando’s cars, I waited for Will to join me so we could finish this miserable mission Fernando had assigned me the night before. My mind wandered to Miguel and our night together. Though brief, it had been incredibly tender.

“What are you thinking about, mi Yesenia?”

Will climbed into the car, his gaze fixed on me as a wicked smile spread across his face. He had something in mind—I knew him better than anyone. Ignoring him, I waited as he started the car.

Once we reached the city center, he parked the car. Just as I stepped out, his hand grabbed my arm, stopping me. A flash of desire crossed his eyes, but there was also that glint of triumph. A predator. What is he scheming this time?

And then he said something that froze the blood in my veins...