Deep love: insatiable lover

Brisa woke up and the memories of the night before flashed through her mind like a movie, scene by scene.

His face instantly turned white and his stomach churned.

Quickly pulling up the sheets, he rushed to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet in a frenzy. He stayed on top of her until his stomach was empty, even the bile he had vomited.

It was disgusting.

Unstoppable nausea swept through his body, and the thought of having posed in that humiliating position the night before and having done something so shameful made him want to die.

And that tall, strong black man last night!

The filthy thing had enjoyed it so much that it had allowed him to trample her body.

How is this possible?

What the hell was going on?

Wasn’t Roberto always by his side, and why did that happen?

Brisa’s mind was a mess, as if it had been filled with mush. She was so disgusted by what had happened last night that, after vomiting, she stood under the shower and turned the water on full blast, rinsing her body vigorously.

But no matter how much she washed herself, the feeling of disgust at being caressed did not go away.

-You bastard! Roberto, you bastard!

It was Roberto who was with me, and I had been drinking, so what happened last night must have had something to do with Roberto.

You bastard, why did you do that to me!

Last night he was clearly out of it, as if his mind was being manipulated by something.

After scrubbing her body numerous times, Brisa came out wrapped in a towel.

At the sight of Roberto sitting on the bed, Brisa’s eyes filled with boundless hatred. She quickly stepped forward and raised her hand to Roberto’s face and slapped him hard.

-You bastard!

Unfortunately, Brisa’s hand was cut off in mid-air.

Roberto squeezed her wrist and stared at her with a playful expression.

-What, you want to hit me?

-You bastard, what the hell have you done to me?

Brisa had been spoiled growing up and Roberto had been tolerant of her before, so she had not learned what it was like to sympathise and learn to compromise. At the moment, she was still the same arrogant and condescending Señorita Brisa.

-I see you remember what happened last night.

Roberto ignores Brisa’s hysteria and his smile becomes more wicked.

Her eyes narrowed and she suddenly leaned towards him with a mischievous look: “What do you think, was it nice to be touched by such a strong black man? You were particularly cooperative last night.

-You’re full of shit!

Brisa said angrily, trying to pull her hand away, but failing.NôvelDrama.Org content.

-It’s clear that it was you who set me on fire, that you drugged me. roberto, why are you counting on me? don’t you love me?

-Do I love you?

Roberto snorted and then laughed out loud, as if he had heard a great joke.

And Brisa’s face grew harder and harder at Roberto’s laughter, her eyes full of shame and anger.

He had vaguely sensed something, but was reluctant to admit it.

How could someone as proud as she was admit that he was unattractive?

Brisa clung to life, lifting her chin proudly and speaking in a condescending tone: -“Isn’t that so? If you didn’t love me, why would you be on top of me, why would you take me out and let me dictate to you in every way.

So she was right, Roberto just wanted her.

-It’s funny, do you think I still love you? That’s the biggest joke I’ve ever heard.

Roberto said with a sneer on his face, his eyes contemptuous and devoid of the gentle love of yesteryear.

Was it a lie?

Was it really a lie?

Brisa stared in disbelief, not wanting to believe that what she was hearing was true.

-Impossible! Roberto, you’re joking!

-Well, I love you.

Upon hearing Roberto’s own confession, Brisa immediately gave a smug “see, how can you not love me” look.

Roberto’s smile became more and more mischievous: “Of course I love the mascot I have trained. You don’t know how much I love every time I take you to a show.

Seeing the look of obsession on Roberto’s face, twisted into distortion, Brisa suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

She looked at Roberto in a daze and heard herself ask: “What programme? What are you babbling about?

-Look at me, I forgot that you only have memories of the night before. After all, all those previous performances were without you being aware of them, so of course you don’t know yourself.

-What have you done to me?

While I was unconscious?

From Roberto’s tone, he seemed to have done it many times before. Brisa’s face could already be described as pale at the thought of all that had happened the night before.

A wave of despair grew in his heart, and he felt an uncontrollable cold.

It must not be what I think, it must not be.

Roberto seemed to enjoy watching that desperate, broken expression on her face, and savoured with relish the image he had been waiting for, satisfying to the fullest the twisted pleasure of his heart.

-Do you want to know?

-What the hell have you done to me?

Brisa broke down and screamed, questioning angrily.

-I thought I told you, the show. Each one is the most extreme, the most special show. The people watching us get so excited every time, their cheers are so intense, the way they look at you so eagerly. Hell, I can’t help but get my blood boiling just thinking about that day.

Roberto basked in his favourite environment, the smile on his face growing stranger and stranger.

He was like a psychopathic pervert, immersed in a twisted world but enjoying it as such and finding it wonderful.

Looking at him, Brisa’s whole being fell into a cellar of ice.

-This is not real, this is not real.

He muttered as he tried to back away, hating the fact that he couldn’t get out of here and run away immediately.

Roberto finally came out of his world and looked at Brisa, who was full of brokenness and desperation for disbelief, with a malicious grin growing on her face and a sick, twisted gleam of excitement in her eyes.

-Yes, that’s the look. Ha, baby, you look so beautiful in your panic and despair.

Roberto said with a haunted look, his hands increasing in strength as he pulled the struggling Brisa into his arms. As if drugged, he pounced on her on the bed, laughing as he pulled the dressing gown off her body.

-Let go of me! Pervert, let go of me!

The harder she tried, the more Roberto’s face grew a smile of enjoyment.

His world had long since been twisted beyond recognition and he liked nothing better than the look of desperate panic and violent struggle of his prey. It was especially satisfying to see a beautiful face full of fear.

A special emotion.

-Baby, enjoy it with me, you’ll love it.

Roberto said with an infatuated look, forcefully pulling Brisa’s legs apart and entering her unceremoniously.