THE DANGEROUS MATCH
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CHAPTER 1: THE DANGEROUS MATCH
WARNING: FOR 18+ [This chapter may include scenes that are not suitable for a younger audience that was below 18. You had been warned. Thank you.]
The lush green maze that was standing 5 feet in height seemed mesmerizing. There are flowers, and beads of roses that were coiling perfectly around each branch. Italia Mercedes could have admired them some other time, because as of the moment, she couldn’t do so such a thing.
Her eyes are sparkling with distraught, while her chest was filled with both hate and anger. It was of contempt, thus far, upon seeing her reflection, a 20 year old half Parisian clad in a white traje de boda (a wedding dress) flared off the loathsome emotion that was spreading like a wildfire across her entire body.
“If you are going to cry there, I’ll f*****g swear that I’ll drag you back here, Italia.” A man cut off her thoughts.
A tear fell from her eyes.
“W—why can’t I f*****g cry?” Her back was turned, but he knew she was shaking.
Her clenched fist suggested the overwhelming emotion that seems to have gotten through her.
The male did not speak.
“I—it wasn’t supposed to be like this...” She continued. “I have a normal life, and then...and then you f*****g ruined it, Gustavio!”
Her tone was venomous.
When Italia turned around to meet his eyes, all she could see were a vast abyss. It was the same expression, the same orbs she thought looked so lonely, yet what he brought was chaos and damnation to her already damned life.
GUSTAVIO ENRIQUEZ SALVADOR. A man whose name speaks terror, where death is the only thing that everybody could assume whenever they catch a glimpse of him. How can they not be terrorized by the great Salvador?
‘Ah, the Salvador who f****d her up to the core.’
“I did not ruin your life.” Gustav watched her closely.
His eyes are unreadable, while Italia is already swollen because of her tears.
“Y—yes you did.” She sobs. “W—why....?”
“Why?” The older Salvador chuckled, but there’s no humour on it. “Why did I ruin your life?”
His hooded eyes flickered something that made Italia shudder. For unknown reason, she hugged herself. Rubbing both of her exposed arms as if it was enough to comfort her but nothing could ease away everything. Nothing could stop what is already occurring.
Italia bitterly smile. It relished. She was too lost that she failed to notice him stride. It only dawn into her when she felt him close, his hot breathe fanning across her face tempted her greatly to shut down her eyes and leaned to his chest, not if she was still that damn old Italia!
“N—no...” She was fighting the urge not to fell on his trapped again.
“You are already a mess, when I came, Italia.” Gustav whisper.
He was too close, and Italia was not liking a bit what he was doing to her.
Gustav reached out. He caressed her face.
Italia flinched.
“K—keep away from me.” She was shuddering.
She gulps. It was so hard not to get intimidated by the powerful and dominating Alpha male in front of her.
“Why?” But he continue. Gustav tucked in a loose strand of her hair behind the back of her ear before coaxing her chin and guided her face to him.
Italia sucked in a breathe.
“Why do you keep pushing me away when we both know exactly how much you desire for me? How much you have moan—”
“S—stop!” Her eyes widened at how shameless he sounded of. Italia was embarrassed at how vulgar his words are. “I—I was just drunk—”
But she was cut off.
“Really?” He sounded amuse. “But perhaps not this time.”
“What—”
Without warning, nor had she ever look forward to it, Italia felt the softness of a Salvador’s lips. His kisses are rough. Completely unyielding. His hands are on the back of Italia’s head, holding her in place. And for a long, suspended moment, she was frozen, unsure of whether she want to push him away or remain still. Then, all at once, heat spreads through her, and without remorse nor her anger— Italia Mercedes was totally subdued to the flame.
She kiss him back.
And, oh, it is good.
[A FEW YEARS BACK]
“Oh, you smell so good, honey.” The man, whom Italia haven’t had any idea was busy nibbling her neck.
He reeks of brandy, and all the things that the club could offer, where the loud music was bouncing back and forth from the walls. The smell of sweat, and bodies grinding with each other, their rigor she could tell that made their l**t and libido into its high peak. Intoxication, the morals throw out of the window as they wind up ‘til Italia could see some eating each other’s faces, and much worst doing the deeds already although clothed.
It disgust her.
“Disgusting.” Unbeknownst to her, she voice out aloud her thoughts.
“What?” The man pulled himself away.
He was towering Italia as he frowns.
“Did you say something?”
To which she only rolled her eyes off.
“Do you wanted me to say how disgusting the place you have brought me with, really, Sebastian?” She scoffs. “It wasn’t even high class to which I was expecting, but this? God, I should have never trusted you.”
“Oh honey.” Sebastian only chuckled at her. He caressed her face. “I promise, next time, it wouldn’t be like this.”
“Oh promises, what a bullshit.” Italia clicked her tongue.
Without warning, she slapped his hand off. This leave Sebastian stunned as she never behave like this before.
“Italia!” His shocked expression turned sour. “What the hell?”
He never had been disrespected before! More or so, even though Italia is his woman, it doesn’t mean that he is just going to tolerate her attitude or that is what they are trying to be.
Sebastian’s jaw clenched.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” His eyes darkened.
Italia matched his anger.
“This...! This is what I am tired of!” Her voice were loud that she had never realized that the music had already been tuned low.
“W—what...” Sebastian’s eyes widened. “What are you trying to s—say...”
“Oh, isn’t it obvious? I am breaking up with you, asshole!” And there she dropped the bomb.
“W—what...? No! No, you can’t just do that—”
But before Sebastian could stop her, Italia had already turned her back, and stormed away from the male.
“Italia! Wait for me!” His calls were helpless.
The crowd watched until the DJ shrugged his shoulder.
“Another lover’s breakup.” And so on the music blasted.
The sea of people who were at brink of losing their selves made it harder for Sebastian to catch up. Thus far, Italia was relieved. She wouldn’t want to talk to him after the breakup. For her, it ended. For Sebastian, she do not care. All the bullshit he had promise to her were nothing, but empty. They never happened.
“That prick.” She let out a relived sigh.
Feeling her toes already throbbing because of her heels, Italia walked casually and invited herself to a vacant seat she saw on the corner. Clad on a burgundy dress that was barely covering her thighs, she take off her heels and massage her feet.
“I should have never wear this—”
“Unless you were stupid.” A baritone voice cut off her sentence.
This quickly urge her to lifted her head and whipped her eyes to where it was coming from.
It was a man, but she was unable to catch a glimpse of his face. To where he is were too dark, and only what she could see were his chest, and his callous hands holding a glass of champagne. Thus, there is just this mysterious aura that she couldn’t point out surrounding him.
“Quit drooling, lady.” The man chuckled.
His voice is deep.
Embarrassed, her cheeks flared.
‘Who does this f*****g man think he is?!’
Enrage, Italia composed herself.
“I am not even checking you out—”
“ Oh, I didn’t say you were until you just obviously told me so.” The latter hums.
“W—what?” Italia stammered. “I didn’t, b—besides I’ve got a fair share of good looking men!”
“Not as good looking as am I?”
The man leaned forward, and for an exact moment, Italia was stunned the moment their eyes met. Had she ever said that his eyes were one of the most rarest and deep set she had ever seen? It is of gold—honeyed gold orbs. Rich looking, while his greying locks are messily sprouting on top of his head, yet this only makes him attractive. The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength. He possessed a latent, leonine power and always walked with purpose and authority or so she could tell.
“You were saying?” The man teased her.
Her cheeks reddened. How can she be in denial, when it’s already obvious?
“I—” Italia bit her lips. “Tch. That doesn’t mean I haven’t seen more handsome men than you.”
“If you say so.” The man offered her a drink. “My name is Gustav, and you?”
She was hesitant for a moment, but then he was just a mere stranger, and when she thought that she won’t be able to see him again, she felt no fear sharing her name to Gustav
“Italia.” She paused. “Italia Mercedes.”
However, the end of the bargain doesn’t always came at what we supposed it should be.
[END OF FLASHBACK]
Gustav pressed his lips against to her, and her brain shut off entirely.
His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him, and she put her hands in his hair, feeling the silken strands between her fingers.
Regardless of her denial, Italia was trapped towards the desire she thought was long forgotten.
“A—ah~” The fire set ablaze, uncontrolled l**t as she moan.
The heat spreads through her, and his tongue—the leisure journey of Gustav’s tongue made her groan.
“Please...”
“You are so beautiful.” He rasped.
“Gustav, please...” Delirious, Italia found herself pleading.
Had she gone crazy? Perhaps. May she had gone crazy, because of this Salvador.
Gustav only chuckled, but the darkening shade of his eyes told her that he wanted her as much as her desire.
“I wanted to see you beg more, Italia.” He is wicked.
Cruelly or so she thought, he eases a finger inside her walls with gentleness that greatly surprise her. Italia writhes, her toes curled up. She would have lost her balance, if she did not manage to reach for his arms. “O—oh god...!” Her lips parted.
Her nails are digging on his flesh. She was helpless against his will. Italia was under Gustavio Enriquez Salvador’s mercy, and she knew it even from the beginning.
“There—that’s how I like it, baby.” He mused.
And before she knew it, all the clothes she was clad onto has been tattered, torn open, while her nakedness bathed. The cold air swept, but the beads of sweat coming from the steams they shared were unending. Gustav towered her as he admired his handiwork.
Italia was panting, while her region were entirely soaked and wet.
“Keep still.” He was dominant.
And even in bed he was an Alpha male. The way he thrusts deep, again and again, and over and over again drove mad the intensity that was building inside of her. Italia was lost trying to absorb the pleasure.
“That’s it.” Gustav growls, he hisses. “Feel it, baby.”
Awash by those sensations, although awake, Italia knew after this night, she wouldn’t be able to escape Gustav Enriquez Salvador’s clutched. After his mark, she became his territory, and no matter how much she tried to run away, escape would be selfishly stolen.
Imprisoned, his needs she yield, and when both of them in a primal desperate attempt filled the sheer fire, remorse began to replaced her l**t.
‘What have I done?’ She thought.
But regret were too late to be recalled now.
@cycy
- Writer
