Taking a breath, I got to work at crafting the sandwich, talking myself through each mundane step to keep myself from thinking about anything else. I was determined to make this the best damn sandwich in the world.
After I finished cutting it into perfect triangles and adding some chips between the slices, I was pretty damn proud of myself. It was a picture-quality plate, and I knew neither Nicu nor Cezar could make one look so good. Feeling just a blip of positivity, the voices from earlier not to be found, I picked up the plate and took it to her room.
She better fucking love this damn sandwich.
Just as my hand connected with the handle, her muffled cry rang out, and my mind went to the worst possible place. Cezar was hurting her. Nicu specifically said he wanted her in good shape for tomorrow. Cezar was going to fuck it all up, and I needed to stop him.
Busting into the room, I got ready to yell at him to stop whatever he was doing when my eyes instantly caught onto the mesmerized woman in front of me.
Stuck silent, my eyes trailed, her body curved backward with a fluidity that seemed to defy the laws of nature. The arc of her back spoke to her sensual, wild beauty fully on display, my eyes feasting upon her with fever. Her head tilted back, hair splayed out on the pillow like dark waves weaving against it. My fingers twitched, wanting to touch that gentle swell of her chest that seemed to reach for the sky.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body trembled at a vision that I don't think I could ever erase from my mind. I couldn't help but take a step forward, drawn to this carnal display of pleasure.
“Not yours yet, brother.”
Cezar’s smug, choked-out words reminded me that he was in here, and I watched as he pumped himself into her until they both let out a strangled moan, coming together in unison like a perfect melody.
She slumped in exhaustion, eyes still closed, when he smiled at me. Running his hands along the side of her body as he bent over, he kissed a trail down her stomach as he continued languishingly pushing himself inside her, enjoying the aftershocks of her body.
That should be me. A nasty, desperate voice called in my head. My jaw clenched, and a silent ache of jealousy curled deep inside my gut. Thoughts of my inadequacy gnawed inside my head - What does he have that I don’t? Why would she open up like that for him and not for me? It didn’t make any fucking sense. I was the one that was bred for the looks, the body, the charisma.Me! Fucking me!
The memory of my mother's face swam to the forefront. Black-stained tears ran down her face, and a burning hatred filled her gaze as she dug her nails into my arms because I didn’t deserve it.You never have. You're not worthy.
“Oh my god, Ion.”
Shaking my head, I looked at her, the wild Roma that was our prisoner, clutching to the thin white sheet that didn't hide those pebbled nipples or the curve of her thighs coming together at her center. My mouth was watering just thinking of replicating that material picture of pure ecstasy her face had, but I took a step back.
Remembering the plate in my hand, I rushed to put it on the nightstand, mumbling out as I went out the door, “Make sure she eats.”
With laughter, Cezar replied to my back, “Of course, brother. I’ll always take care of our woman.”Our woman?
Closing the door, my hand squeezed on the handle at that little word. Was he trying to mess with me? Of course, he was; he was Cezar, after all. All of his screws were tightened; he was just missing the whole piece the screws were meant to go in.
I stood outside her door for a full minute, unable to think of anything else but what I saw. Going back over every detail, every curve and highlight of her skin. My dick tented in my pants just thinking about it. When I closed my eyes, I could see that face she gave me the day before, that sassy vengeful mouth that liked to talk down to me, and what it would look like as I made her cum every last drop that she had, making my dick dripping with her pleasure.
The vivid picture I envisioned almost had me moaning out loud until I bit the inside of my lip to keep quiet. Stalking off towards my room, my veins felt on fire, this overwhelming passion taking over my mind and body better than any drug had. I wanted to feel this feeling again; I wanted to feel this way inside of her.
Also, who knew that Cezar even had that in him? I didn't even think he liked women, let alone could fuck one like that. While I was pissed that he got to her before I did, I had to recognize that my little brother had more game than I thought he was capable of.
Going into my room and turning on the shower, I wanted to take the edge off before I crafted my plan of attack. I will make that woman mine, and I need to do it before Nicu interrogates her tomorrow. I could prove to him that I was useful, that the master of secrets could crack anyone. Even the beauty that gave him the death stare.
Wanting to set the mood for my pre-game jackoff, I opened my phone and saw the date glaring at me. March thirteenth.
The room around me slid away as I clutched the phone.
Nicu’s pitiful gaze returned to mind, his sad, mournful tone making more sense. He knew. He knew what today was.
An achy emptiness spread throughout my body. A cold, hollow weight pressed down on my chest, making it so hard to breathe that I clawed at my lungs. My skin seemed to crawl with each whisper of air around me, every touch sending sharp waves of discomfort.
A bead of sweat ran down my forehead, the sting in my eyes. Crashing to the floor, I wiped at them, trying to get the sting to go away. Finally, when I looked up, the room around me spun, and the voices of my past whipped around me like a tornado.
I looked down at my hands, which melted away like sand running through my fingers until they looked like children. My heart turned frantic as the space around me began to settle, and a familiar set of double doors with golden inlay were right before me.
“No.” No one heard my broken words as the doors began to open on their own. The pounding in my ears grew as my chest tightened too hard. Taking desperate shallow gulps of air just to keep myself upright.
That familiar creaking sound froze my body in an all-encompassing fear. Don't look up. Don't look up; I kept screaming to my younger self. Don't fucking look up!
My eyes traveled up like I had no control over my body. The first thing I saw was one foot with a red bottom shoe and the other foot bare. The red nail polish on the barefoot was the same color as the red bottom shoe, so they looked like they matched. Traveling further, I noticed her swaying in her normal peach silk nightgown.
