Infernal Attraction ©

Chapter XVII: Passions that Kill?

"When love dies, it kills. For passions that kill, never die". -Joaquín Sabina

I never thought about how love becomes what it is. I've always believed it just blossoms when couples have known each other for many years. But from now on, I'm starting to doubt the veracity of that thought. I mean, in just a few weeks, Ethan has entered into my skin and into my guts, beyond what any man could have done in a long time.

I suppose that society will judge what I've just brought up. But life has shown me that it can surpass fiction, the same way many believe in winning the lottery one day, and I believe that each of us has someone destined for our life.

We will all meet someone who, when we see him, makes us feel the strange sensation of having known him from the first instant. Someone who, when he kisses you, makes us reach the very same heaven, just to incite us to sin and go down to hell. Someone who we meet without any previous warning, but at the same time, for some unexplainable reason, takes control over our attention. Someone who was a complete stranger at the beginning, and the next day achieved the decoding of yourself in seconds. And that was when you realized that love lacks logic. It is not about how long you have known this person; it's about how long you have been feeling naked in body and soul before someone.

Because believe it or not, there are souls doomed to love each other over and over again in every life. Even when our brain refuses this illogical reason, our intuition will always whisper us in the ear...Will he be...my biggest doom?

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...When I wake up from that unforgettable encounter, a ceaseless fear comes down my body when I feel the bed empty. It cannot be...I don't believe Ethan could have persuaded me again to satisfy his primitive needs and leave me here as a disposable doll.

I take a pillow and I put it over my mouth to silence the frustration scream that I needed to release. I bite it with such strength that I hurt my jaw. I'm going to kill that asshole!

You're a complete idiot, Kailey. You fell into his game again!

Regretting everything that happened, I hear my room's door opening. Surprised in the middle of a tantrum, I cover my body with a blanket instinctively, putting the pillow next to me.

Feeling curious about who was it, I look up and find the perfect silhouette of the man that I just called "asshole" in my mind.

The shame invades me automatically, it's difficult to look into his eyes now that he's knows I was sobbing because of my apocalyptic thoughts. I mean, I'm definitely a drama queen. Couldn't I just check to see if he had indeed left?

—Good morning, princess! -his sexy deep voice rumbles in my ears as he mockingly smiles at me.

—Good morning -I answer very ashamed.

—Could I know what that innocent pillow did to you to torture it like this? -he asks in a comedic tone, as he comes closer to the bed. He corners me and puts in front of me.

I stay trapped into his bright amber eyes. The ones telling me in a thousand languages that this is not the asshole I thought he was a minute ago.

Embarrassed, I look down. A gesture that Ethan finds hilarious.

—That look of guilt just reflects to the max your chaotic way of turning everything into a tragicomedy -he laughs out loud for a few seconds- Tell me, how many times did you just kill me in your mind?

—At least 10 -I answer sharply.

After another long laugh from him, he takes my face to give me a sweet and intense kiss. His wet tongue goes through every corner of my mouth. He takes it out with gentleness as he separates from my lips with a soft but dominant bite.