S7VEN: The Devil Who Loves Me (TAGLISH/ R-18)

Chapter 8. Incubus Part 2

SANTY'S POV

Imbes na sagutin ako'y humahalakhak na umalis ito ng music room para mag tungo sa kusina habang ako'y nag iinit ang magkabilang pisngi dahil sa kahihiyan.

Lord, ano po bang problema ng pamilya ng asawa ko? Nakatingalang sambit ko sa sarili.

Nang maalala ang hulong sinabi ng biyenan ay mabilis akong lumabas ng kwarto at sumunod dito. Nakakahiyang mahuli ako sa family dinner. Masaydo nang mainit ang dugo sa 'kin ni Seven ayoko ng dagdagan pa.

Sa kusina'y nadatnan kong panay ang utos ni Dona Laarni s amga kasambahay. Ipinalalabas na nito ang mga lutong ulam pdahil tapos na raw ang monthly meeting ng mga lalake sa pamilya. I found out that it's one of the Torrevillas' traditions, to have a monthly family dinner where everyone wine and dine.

Salitan din kung sino ang host. Last month it was Aunt Marga's family and supposedly this time sa ancestral house sana nila Seven pero dahil sa wala sa biglaang pagpapakasal namin ng asawa'y napag kasunduan na sa mansion namin ganapin iyon. Para din daw i-celebrate ang wedding namin.

Wait, did I say namin? Oh no!

"Santy, hija. Can you please get the lenggua and bring it outside?" Utos ng biyenan ko na mabilis kong sinunod.

Dinampot ko ang malaking casserole at sabay kaming lumabas ng kusina patungo sa malaking dining room. Saktong paglabas namin ay nahagip agad ng mata ko ang malaking bulto ng asawa na nakaupo sa gawing kanan ng kabisera. Kausap nito ang isa sa mga tiyuhin at kahit na ialng dipa ang layo ko sa kanya'y nakita kong ngumiti ito sa kausap.

I can't explain but there's something inside my belly that twitched when I saw that genuine smile of Seven. It's as if millions of butterflies come to life and fly around my tummy.

Gosh, what's happening to me?

Hindi ko alam kung naramdaman ng asawa ang presensiya ko dahil bigla itong lumingon sa gawi ko't nagtama ang mga mata namin.

An audible gasp escaped my mouth when I met his sinful yet mysterious eyes. There's a glint of mirth when he gave me a once over and I swear muntik na kong mapasandal sa malapit na wall para humingi ng suporta dahil parang natunaw ang tuhod ko. Why? Because Seven—the devil, held my gaze in prisoned, tilted his head to his right and slowly, oh so slowly use lick his lower lip before throwing in a hot lip bite.

Oh, God! He looks like Henry Cavill and is that his way of flirting with me? Because if yes, I'm certainly in trouble now. Parang nagkaroon ng riot ang tiyan ko dahil sa ginawa ng asawa kaya mabilis akong nag iwas ng tingin. How can he be so cruel and beautiful at the same time? Hala, ano bang iniisp ko. Lihim kong saway sa sarili saka huminga ng malalim.

Inihakbang ko ang nangingig kong mga paa palapit sa mahabang lamesa pero bigla akong sinalubong ng isa sa mga bisitang lalake ng asawa ko. Hula ko'y pinsan ito ni Seven pero bakit light brown ang hair n'ya at di kagaya ng sa asawa ko't mga pinsan nitong itim na itim?

"Let me," nakangiting alok nito.

Natigilan man, mabilis kong inabot sa kanya nag hawak at alanganing ngumiti.

"H-ha? Thanks."

Sabay kaming naglakad patungo sa lamesa kung saan prenteng nakaupo si Seven.

"Here," inilapag ng estrangherong lalake ang casserole sa ibabaw ng mesa.

Sa gili ng mata ko'y napansin kong nasa amin ang pansin ni Seven at wala itong kangiti-ngiti. Lalo tuloy akong kinabahan.

"I'm Trent by the way. Seven's cousin," he said offering his right hand. A friendly smile was painted on his lips but why do I sense that he's hiding something behind those welcoming face?

Pero baka naman nag o-over analyze na naman ako. Ignoring my subconscious, I accepted his hand and smile back.

"H-hi. Nice meeting you, Trent. San—"

"Santy. I know. You're name suits you. You're like a saint."

Then to my surprise, he bends and kissed the top of my right hand.

I felt both of my cheeks burn because of the unexpected act Trent did.

"H-ha?" Gulat na tanong ko. Sa 'di ko malamang dahilan ay nilingon ko ang asawang nagtatagis ang bagang na nakatingin sa amin at sa kamay kong hawak ng pinsan nito.

Seven's face was unreadable but I could feel his rage for the man that's standing next to me and stubbornly holding my hand kahit pa pilit kong hinihila iyon.

"Thanks, Trent," I said pretending I'm undisturbed by his demeanor and the obvious animosity he and Seven has.

"You can now seat, cousin," with an edge on his voice, Seven butts in. Pero 'di nakaligtas sa pandinig ko ang poot nang sabihin nito ang salitang 'cousin'.

Napalunok ako dahil sa tonong iyon ng asawa. Bakas sa boses nito ang tinitimping galit. Kung para sa 'kin o sa kaharap ay 'di ko alam. Pwede ding both. Napayuko ako pero nagulat ako nang tawagin ako nito.

"Santy. Here," calmly he said, pulling the chair beside him. He c****d his head and my body seemed to understand Seven's gesture because my feet automatically moved towards his direction. I saw my husband's expression soften a bit. Ang dahilan? Hindi ko din alam. Basta ang alam ko lang sa ngayon ay mas pipiliin ko ang presence ni Seven kaysa kay Trent.

Odd, I know but being near Seven makes me feel safe.

Nang malapit na ko sa asawa'y di ko napigilang mapapikit. Weird things are starting to happen to me. Kagaya ngayon, sa di sinasadyang paglalapit namin naalala ko naman ang nangyari kanina. Seven's musky and manly scent brought back the obscene things he did to me awhile ago and my shocking response to all of those.

I want to fan myself just like what I saw Bee doing when she saw one of the royal princes on tv. Umayos ka, Santy. Saway ko muli sa sarili at dumilat para lang lalong mapahiya dahil sinalubong ako nang nakakapasong tingin ng asawa.

God, nahuli nya ba 'ko?

Kunwa'y balewala sa 'kin ang lahat at tahimik akong naupo sa tabi ni Seven.

"She's beautiful, Seven. Take good care of her," nakangising ani Trent at tumingin sa 'kin. "Nice meeting you, Santy," dugtong nito at nagtungo na sa upuan nito.

"f**k!" My husband hissed as he plopped to his seat.

"S-seven?" Puno nang pag-aalalang tanong ko dito.

Bakas sa mukha nito ang tensiyon at mukhang isang pisi na lang ang nalalabi sa pasensiya ng asawa. May kung ano sa loob ko na nag tutulak sa 'king haplusin ang mukha niya para mabawasan ang pagkakakunot ng noo nito. Pero pinigilan ko ang sarili.

Seven's temper is nil. Sub zero kagaya ng kilma sa North Pole at kung ayaw kong mapahiya't mabulyawan na naman nito, I have to keep till.

I gasped and was left dumbfounded when Seven roughly grabbed me by the nape in a very possessive way and make me met his unblinking gaze.

"Don't come near that man. Ever. That's an order."

We stayed like that for a tad second, staring at each other and our faces were almost touching one another. I should feel uncomfortable right now just like earlier or in any case na magkakalapit kami ng asawa. Pero may kakaiba sa tingin n'ya sa 'kin ngayon. Hindi ko pa kayang mapangalanan kaya't nang maramdaman kong pinisil nito ng marahan ang batok ko'y yumuko ako bilang pag sang ayon.

"Good," at binitawan na ako nito.

Nakahinga ako nang maluwag dahil doon pero saglit lamang pala 'yon dahil bigla ay nasa kanang hita ko na ang kamay ng asawa't itinataas ang suot kong dress. I froze and my jaw dropped on the floor when Seven placed his chin on my shoulder and whispered to my ear.

"Next time you wear this kind of dress, don't wear anything under it," he then licked my earlobe and all I could do was moan. "I want my wife accessible and dripping wet," he added and before I knew it Seven was touching my legs and his strong fingers were making their way to my center.

"Get a room!" It's Shamie.

"Oh, Seven. Stop," mabilis kong kinuha ang kamay ng asawa dahil ilang pulgada na lang ang layo niyon sa pakay. Nangingig ako at lahat ng balahibo sa katawan ko'y nagsitayuan.

He chuckled, probably amused to find that despite the fact that I'm saying no to his impropriety my body was reacting and there's nothing I could do. I'm feverish hot and there's a warm heat that ripples on my insides.

Parang luluwa ang matang nakatingin ako sa asawa. Ano bang mas nakakagulat ang sinabi nito o ang reaksiyon ko sa mga pinag gagagawa nito?

"Why? Never heard of SOP? Or making out in public? Spoiler alert, Santy..those are my kinks and soon it'll be yours too."

"No!" Marahas akong umiling na lalong ikinangiti ni Seven.

He grabbed my chin and tilted my head to the right. Bigla akong nanlamig lalo na ng lumapit ang mukha ng asawa sa pisngi ko at dampian ng halik ang pisngi ko. I swear, I think I saw angels and heard some trumpets playing around. Or is it a whistle? Gosh, I don't know what to think.

Hindi ko naiwasang ipikit ang mga mata ko. A soft cry escaped my mouth when Seven's lips touched my hot cheeks.

"You're so fuckable, dear wife. That's the best compliment I've ever said to a woman. Be proud."

I trembled and before I could react to his crudeness, Seven released my chin and his right arm was rested behind my back, playing my hair.

Hindi ko naiwasang mapahugot nang malalim na buntong-hininga. This is torture and I don't know if kaya kong tumagal.

"Dinner's on the table, Seven wala sa tabi mo," Gael teased us, he's sitting right across the table.

"Sorry folks. Hope you'll understand," biro ng asawa sa pinsan nito na lalong ikinapula ng mukha ko. "She's my entire course. FYI, Gael."

Sabay-sabay na nagtawanan ang lahat ng nasa lamesa, ang iba'y pumalakpak pa dahil sa binitawang salita ni Seven habang ako'y tila lulubog na sa kinauupuan sa sobrang hiya. Wala akong nagawa kung 'di ang yumuko't laruin ang laylayan ng damit ko. Biglang sumagi sa isip ko ang sinabi ng biyenang babae kanina.

'Bring out the sass in you, Santy.'

Sass? Do I have that? Ano bang sinasabi ng ina ni Seven? Eh, hindi ko nga kayang tumagal ng isang oras na kasama ang asawa ng di umuurong ang buntot ko. What sasss will I bring to the table?

"You're making Santy blushed, bro," I heard Otto's voice after everyone calms down.

"That's what we do right? Make our wife blush beet red," ani Seven.

Napakislot ako nang maramdan ang kamay nito sa batok ko pero ang balak kong pag rereklamo'y nalunod nang marahang gumalaw ang kamay ng asawa sa batok ko.

Seven's giving me a light massage!

I glanced to my right and saw him busy talking to his brother. Instantaneously, I relaxed under Seven's warmth and secretly I'm praying to all that's holy. That this marriage has a chance and my devil husband is not a hopeless case at all.

???

"Santy, can you please hold Dallas for me. Kukuha lang ako ng bagong formula n'ya," ani Eris ang asawa ni Gael. Puno ng pag susumamo ang mukha nito habang karga-karga ang anak na walang patid sa pag iyak.

"Of course."

Kinuha ko nagwawalang sanggol mula sa ina nito at pilit itong pinatahan.

"Sshh! It's okay baby. Mommy will make your milk," alo ko dito habang tinatapik ito sa likod.

Pero lalo itong pumalahaw sa pag iyak. Natatarantang nilingon ko ang malaking sala sa pagbabakasali na nasa malapit ang lola nito o di kaya ang biyenan ko.

Tapos na kasi ang dinner at kasalukuyang nasa garden ang buong mag anak at nag kakasiyahan. Nag-ready ng bon fire sina Colton at Onze kaya nang ma-bored ang mga ito'y inaya ang lahat na sa garden ituloy ang kasiyahan. Naipag dasal ko na sana'y maisipan ng Mama ni Seven na pumasok sa loob ng bahay para kahit paano'y makahingi ako ng tulong sa pagpapatahan sa batang panay pa din ang iyak.

"Dallas, baby tahan na..."

Kumawag-kawag ito sa mga braso ko at marahil dahil sa bigla itong nag likot, bigla itong nasuka sa dibdib ko.

"Oh my gosh! Santy, sorry," ani Eris at tumatakbong kinuha ang anak mula sa 'kin. "Sorry talaga Santy."

"It's okay, Eris. I'm good," nakangiting sagot ko dito at niyuko ang sarili.

"Nag day off kasi ang yaya nito at ayaw ni Gael na basta na lang kumuha ng kung sinong baby sitter. Here," paliwanag nito at inabutan ako ng tissue.

Napangiti akong kinuha 'yon at nag simulang linisin ang harapan. Bilib ako sa asawa ng pinsan ni Seven, napaka hands on ni Eris sa mag ama nito.

"Dallas, naku you have to say sorry to Tita Santy," she said to her two-year-old boy that's oddly calmer now.

"Ayaw niya sa 'kin," naiiling na sabat ko.

"No. Maarte lang talaga 'to kung minsan mana sa ama."

"But he's so cute. Namana n'ya kay Gael yung hair n'ya. Curly."

"I agree. Wala yatang nakuha kahit isa sa 'kin tong batang 'to. Well, yung tantrums siguro," at sinabayan nito nang mahinag tawa. " Malakas ang dugo nila Gael kaya kapag nag kaanak kayo ni Seven, 100% lahat makukuha non sa mga Torrevillas."

I stopped wiping the milk on my dress and slowly looked at Eris.

"Y-yeah," kunwa'y pag sang ayon ko. "I have to go and change siguro. Maiwan ko muna kayo."

Tumango ito at mabilis akong nag lakad patungo sa hagdan.

Kanina ang biyenan ko ngayon naman ang bilas ko. Is there a memo sa family nila na kailangang mag produce ng anak ora mismo? Wala pa nga kaming isang buwan nakakasal ng asawa, anak agad? And the marriage has not been consumed at all so how are we supposed to produce cute little Sietes?

I shake my head to shove away my ridiculous ideas. Kung ano-ano na naman ang naiisip ko.

Nang makarating sa second floor ay mabilis kong tinungo ang master's bedroom para lang magulat ng bigla iyong bumukas at iluwa ang nanlalaking mukha ni Trent.

"T-trent?! What are you doing here?"

"S-santy!" Napalunok ito bago ngumiti. "I was just looking for Seven. I have to discuss an important matter and it couldn't wait," malikot ang matang sagot nito.

He's been checking the hallway and then his eyes landed on my front and it's full of lewdness it makes me sick.

Mabilis kong iniyakap ang mga kamay sa dibdib at bahagyang umatras. My dress offers no decency or whatsoever now because of Dallas' vomit. The chiffon material made it hard and I knew that Trent had a glimpse of the lace bra that I'm wearing underneath it.

"My husband's downstairs, Trent," matigas kong deklara. Alam kong nagpapalusot lang ito. Pero ano ba talaga ang pakay nito sa loob ng silid namin ng asawa?

Ngumisi ito at doon ko naamoy ang alcohol sa hininga nito at ang pamumula ng mga mata nito.

"I was actually waiting for you, Santy," sabi nito't mabilis na hinila ang magkabilang kamay ko.

Napatili ako at ubod lakas siyang tinulak.

"Stop it! Trent, ano ba?! What's wrong with you?" Nanlalaki ang matang tanong ko. My voice was louder than usual now and I was doing it on purpose hoping that someone can hear me.

I'm frightened and my hands began to tremble but I refuse to back down. Oo, lampa ako pero 'di ibig sabihin non na basta na lang ako papatalo sa pinsan ng asawa. If this is the sass Dona Laarni's talking about then I'm ready to bring it on.

"Me? What's wrong with me? Nothing, Santy. Sa asawa mo, kay Seven meron. f*****g asshole," Trent spatted and reached for me.

Dahil nagulat ay 'di ako agad nakaiwas. Next thing I knew, I was pressed against Trent's body and his mouth was on my ear. All the hairs on my body shoot up. My brain's screaming danger and I began to tremble.

No. Hindi pwedeng mangyari sa akin 'to. Not again.

"You don't know your husband, Santy. I'm doing you a favor. I'm saving you."

Bago pa mailapit ni Trent ang mukha sa leeg ko'y mabilis kong naitaas ang tuhod ko't ubod lakas itong itinulak.

"Puta!" Galit na ani to at napaluhod. "You'll pay for" this you little cunt."

Natigilan ako at saglit na pinanood ang pag aalumpihit ni Trent. I hit the right spot, Bee would be proud of me.

Nang makitang tumatayo ang binata mula sa pagkakaluhod ay napa atras ako. I turn around and I'm planning to bolt down to the stairs but before I could even take three steps, Trent was already behind me. He snatched my right hand and slammed me against the nearest wall.

Napaigik ako nang tumama ang likod ko sa semento pero 'di pa man ako nakakabawi sa labis na takot at gulat ay biglang dinakot ni Trent ang mukha. His fingers dug into my skin and I know that it will leave marks tomorrow.

"Where do you think you're going, b***h? Stop playing hard. I know you'll love my c**k once it's inside on that needy cunt of yours," puno ng kahalayang sabi nito at akmang ilalapit ang mukha sa leeg ko nang sabay kaming matigilan sa ingay na nagmula malapit sa hagdan.

"Try to move a muscle you son of a b***h, manghihiram ka ng ulo sa aso!" Seven thundered with a pistol in his hand pointed at the man who's holding me captive.

"S-seven...," mahinang tawag ko sa asawa. Agad na nawala ang takot na nararamdaman ko nang makita ito. Parang gusto kong tumakbo sa likod nito at doon mag tago.

Bahagya ako nitong sinulyapan at nakita ko ang pagtatagis ng bagang nito.

"I didn't do anything, Seve. S-she seduced me," kasabay nang pagbitaw sa 'kin ni Trent ay ang nakakasukang kasinungalingang lumabas sa bibig nito.

Marahas akong umiling at naluluhang tumingin kay Seven. My husband's face was void of any emotion now as his eyes were fixed on Trent. From my position, I could feel the fury vibrated through Seven's body and I trembled in pure terror.

I heard a click and followed by a loud bang.

"NO!"

Boses ko ba iyon? Hindi ko na alam dahil sunod na namalayan ko, para akong upos na kandilang natumba sa sahig, yakap ang magkabilang tuhod ko. Mariin kong ipinikit ang mga mata ko at sa nanginginig ang buong katawan umusal ng dasal.

I need to control my breathing now kung ayaw kong sa harapan ng asawa magkaroon ng isang malalang episode. But how will I do that?

"There's no next time for you motherfucker. I'll blow that empty brain of yours once I saw you near my wife. Pendejo!"

"Seven? Trent? What happened here?" Shamie's alarmed voice echoed but I dare not to open my eyes.

"Throw this bastard out of my house. Tell everyone, the party's over."

I heard a slight commotion before everything went silent.

"Santy."

Seven.

"Santy?"

Yes? He's going to..oh God!

"Damn it! Santy talk to me!"

Marahang yugyog sa balikat ang nagpaangat sa mukha ko. I opened my eyes and I was welcomed by the coldness on my husband's black pools.

"A-are you hurt?" Tanong nito habang walang patid sa pag-akyat baba ang adam's apple nito.

Umiling ako't isinandal ang likod sa dingding. I inhaled and exhaled then counted one to twenty on my head to calm my nerves. But my hands betrayed me, it began to feel numb and it trembles uncontrollably.

"What the hell? Santy nanginginig ka."

"S-s-seven.."

My eyes grew wider as I stared at my hands and then my gaze darted to my husband's face.

Slowly, the memories that I thought was was buried deep in my hippocampus—forgotten. Began to emerge and I saw flashes in front of me. It was now hard to distinguish between what's fake and what is real. Suddenly, I was transported back into a small and darkroom. I could hear their voice, their vicious laugh, and the cries.

The incessant pleads that followed.

"N-no..!!" Shaking my head I grabbed my neck and began to scratch it. I need to breathe, I'm drowning.

Oh God, help me, please!

"f**k! Santy?!"

"Santy..? Damn it! Listen to me. Beathe."

"N-no! Stop please.. no!" I grabbed into something, asking for strength before the darkness can totally devour me and take me into an endless abyss.

And in some bizarre way, my body started to feel the tranquility it's seeking. The next thing I knew, powerful arms that smells of crisp leather, rum, and spice were wrapped around me and I was floating.

No, I'm lifted from the floor.

"Santy, listen. I'm here. You have to calm now."

"Don't let t-them take me. P-please..."

"No one can take you away, dear wife. Not even Satan. Not on my watch, Santy."