“You should've woke me!”

I turned my attention from the lettuce I was chopping and glanced at the doorway where Montse stood, hands on her hips.

She was wearing the nightwear from last night. The nightwear I'd slowly peeled off her body. A body I'd explored inch by delectable inch.

I smirked. “Just say you're thankful that breakfast is almost ready.”

“I am not!” She protested,strolling into the kitchen while I returned my attention to the salad I was making.

She stood beside me and attempted to grab the plate into which I was chopping the vegetables. I pushed it out of her reach and glared at her. “Just let me do this.”

“Why didn't you wake me?”

“I don't know.” I shrugged. “Maybe because you looked like you were going to need quite some energy for today.”

“Why would...” She started to ask, then paused. Her cheeks flamed red. “You...”

I chuckled and continued to work on the sandwich. Montse walked over to sit on a stool. I stole sidelong glances at her every once in a while and caught her staring at my ass every time.

“Like what you see?” I asked teasingly.

“Huh?”

“My ass.”

“I wasn't staring at your ass!”

“Yeah sure." I laughed.

Finally done with the sandwiches, I deposited them onto ceramic plates and turned to face her. She looked away quickly.

Yep, she'd definitely been staring at my ass.

Unable to resist a smile, I walked over to her and placed one of the plates in front of her. Holding her chin, I tilted her face towards me and kissed her softly.

The kiss was slow, our lips melding so perfectly. I was so tempted to deepen the kiss but I knew how fast that could make me forget about the food. I nibbled on her lips lightly, ending the kiss.

“How are you feeling this morning?" I asked.

Montse looked into my eyes briefly and blushed. “Good.”

“Just good?”

She ducked. “Fine. I feel wonderful. I feel like the whole world has been given to me on a platter.”

We laughed. Dammit, we practically felt the same way. I was feeling like I had some power over the world and that was why I could call this special woman mine.

I didn't take my eyes off her as we ate. Partly because she was so damn enticing and partly because I loved how she looked when she blushed. And she did that a lot.

Every once in a while she would look up and meet my eyes, then quickly look away, her cheeks turning red.

All of a sudden, she held my gaze with a defiance that all but said: two can play the game.

We had a staring contest while we ate. When it proved none of us was willing to give up, we burst out laughing simultaneously. Montserrat's laughter was captivating even though she nearly bowled over with it.

“Who knew you could stare into someone's eyes so fiercely?” I asked, my laughter easing gradually.

“You're such a jerk.” She grimaced in feigned annoyance.

“Well this jerk wants to have you for dessert.”

I'd put so much restraint when holding her close throughout the night and the need was coming back to kick my balls with a vengeance.

Done with the last bite of my food, I got off my stool and rounded the counter to face her. Her eyes looked at me with curiosity and anticipation. I dropped to my knees, fitting myself between her parted thighs.

Riding the hem of her nightwear to the middle of her thighs, I kissed her flesh delicately. I could feel her quaver.

“What do you say?”

She sucked in a breath. “Is dessert that necessary after breakfast.”

“When you're the dessert, I could have you after tea time.”

I gripped her thighs and and began focusing them apart. Montse coporated. At least she made me think so. Until she suddenly kicked me in the thigh.

“Ow!” I groaned, blinking at her. “What was that for?”

Amusement danced in her eyes. “What took you so long?”

“What?”

“I promised myself that when my prince charming finally came along, I would kick him in the nuts and demand what took him so long. Except, it didn't feel right to kick you in that place."

I looked at her for several unblinking seconds before I could find my vocals to laugh. She could be so childish sometimes.

“Don't worry." I placed a soft kiss to her knee. “You can kick me in the balls. . . as long as I get to tear your pussy apart later. Like I'm planning to do now, right after I eat that sweet pussy. Tell me, Princess. Do you want me to eat your pussy?"

A dazed nod from her was all I needed to part her thighs and bury my face in her pussy.

****

Paradise.

That was what being with Montse felt like. Like I was in some kind of Paradise where there were only the two of us, so content with each other.

For the next few days, I reveled in everything she had to offer. The silent emotions, the passion. We made love at least thrice a day, half of which was initiated by her.

We made love everywhere. In the lake, by the lake, in the bathroom, in the living room, on the kitchen counter, on the windowsill, on the stairs...

Yep. Our time together was making Montse bolder and so much naughtier.

When we weren't making love, we cooked together, watched TV, played games together, or just chatted about life.

Since most of my life had been spent as a recluse, I didn't have much contributions on the chatting about life part except my childhood until I was ten when my parents were murdered. I didn't tell Montse about the murder though.

She on the other hand had so much to share and never seemed to run out of tales. If she was bothered about me not talking much about my life, she was good at hiding it.

*******

Teasr rolled down my cheeks but I was forcing myself not to make a sound. My father was getting stabbed and my mother's throat was getting slit over and over again.

“Traitor! Traitor!” My father was screaming at me instead of the sounds of pain he should be making.

Then all of a sudden, Montse strolled into the room, singing the song my mother had so loved to sing to me when I was a child.

She stopped singing, looked at my father getting stabbed, then at my mother getting her throat slit repeatedly, and turned to me.

“You promised me you were going to give up this life for me.”

“I intend to.”

“Traitor! Traitor!”

In a blur, my father grabbed the gun of one of the goons and aimed it at Montse. Then he pulled the trigger.

****

I woke up with a start. Montse was on my chest, and the sudden move awoke her. Lazily, she placed her hand on my chest and looked at my face in the dark.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes. Just need a glass of water. You go back to sleep.” I delivered as smoothly as I could.

I was so thankful for the darkness. Without it, Montse would surely see, reflected on my face, the fear that was crashing through me like an avalanche.

Montse got off me to sleep on another side, and I slowly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Once inside, I forced myself to look into the mirror. My reflection confirmed my suspicions.

I was afraid. Fuck, I was so afraid for my future with Montse.

Despite my constant nightly nightmares recently, I'd always held on to hope that being with Montse would be enough. That the nightmares would eventually go away on their own. I'd been so determined not to let them affect Montse and I.

But this new twist with my father shooting at Montse had broke me.

What message were my late parents trying to send me? That Montse would die because of my decision to leave my revenge incomplete? That I would lose her?

A shudder ran through me.

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