A Silent Surrender

UNVEILED DESIRES !

Eva sat in the darkness, her fingers clenched in her lap, eyes red from holding back tears. The image of Miguel's G-Wagon parked on the side of the road next to that woman had branded itself in her mind, unraveling her emotions. Jealousy, anger, confusion. Why did it hurt so much? She didn't love him... not yet. But the thought of him with another woman ignited a fire within her she didn't know she had.

When the door creaked open, she stiffened. Midnight. He always came home at this hour, but tonight it felt different. She could feel him before she saw him, his presence heavy and commanding as he walked into the room.

Miguel's sharp gaze fell on her in the corner of the room, only a sliver of moonlight touching her face. He didn't speak immediately, just unbuttoned his shirt with slow, deliberate movements, revealing the strong, chiseled muscles of his chest. Eva swallowed hard, biting her lip. She hated the way her body reacted to him, the way desire coiled in her stomach despite the betrayal she felt.

"You're still awake," Miguel said, his voice a deep rumble.

Her eyes narrowed. "I saw you. With her."

He raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Her?"

"The woman." Her voice cracked, the pain in her chest escaping in a single breath. "You were with her on the side of the road. I saw you."

Miguel's lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, something dark flickered in his eyes. "That woman is a business contact. Nothing more."

Eva shook her head, rising to her feet. "You're lying......................"

Miguel's patience snapped. In an instant, he crossed the room, grabbing her wrist and dragging her toward the study. He slammed the door behind them, the sound echoing in the quiet house. Eva stumbled, but Miguel steadied her, his grip tight.

"Do you think I owe you an explanation?" His voice was low, dangerous. "Do you think I should kneel before you, confessing every move I make? You forget who I am, Eva."

Her pulse quickened, fear and desire warring within her. "You're lying, Miguel. You think you can have me and still "

Before she could finish, Miguel grabbed her, lifting her onto the desk. His hands were rough but calculated, holding her in place with an intensity that took her breath away. His mouth was on hers before she could protest, hot and demanding. Her body responded instinctively, betraying the anger that still burned inside her.

Miguel's lips trailed down her neck, his hands working to undress her. Her breath hitched as his mouth found her nipples, teasing, tasting. His hands roamed her body, rough and possessive, his eyes drinking her in like she was his to claim.

"No one has touched you like this, have they?" he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with lust. His fingers grazed the inside of her thighs, parting her legs as he knelt between them. His hot breath sent shivers down her spine, her heart racing as his lips hovered close to her core.

But just as he was about to taste her, he froze.

Miguel pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with a realization that made him still. "You're... a virgin."

The words hung in the air, thick with meaning. Eva couldn't speak, her body trembling under his gaze. She had no idea what he would do next, fear and longing swirling in her chest.

Without a word, Miguel stood and picked her up effortlessly, cradling her against his chest as he carried her out of the study and into his bedroom. He set her down gently on his bed, towering over her. The look in his eyes was different now still hungry, but there was something more, something raw.

He undressed slowly, revealing the full breadth of his muscular, sculpted body. His manhood stood proudly, thick and hard, casting shadows in the dim light. Eva's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him, her body aching with both anticipation and nervousness.

Miguel climbed onto the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress as he leaned over her, his eyes dark with desire. Slowly, deliberately, he positioned himself between her legs, his lips capturing hers again as his hands moved to part her thighs. Miguel paused, his eyes dark and focused as he knelt between her legs, parting them wider. Without a word, he lowered himself, his hands gripping her thighs firmly. His breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers racing through her body. Slowly, teasingly, he kissed the inside of her thighs, moving closer to her core, his gaze never leaving her face.

When his mouth finally made contact, Eva gasped, her back arching off the bed. His tongue moved expertly, swirling and tasting her in a way that made her toes curl. Miguel devoured her like a man starved, his lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm, building the tension inside her until she thought she might explode.

Eva's hands gripped the edge of the bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She had never felt anything like this before, her body responding to every flick of his tongue, every stroke, every hungry kiss. He took his time, savoring her taste, drawing out her pleasure until she could barely hold herself together.

When she was trembling, teetering on the edge of release, Miguel pulled back. His lips were wet with her, his eyes filled with lust as he stared at her flushed, breathless form. He moved over her again, positioning himself between her legs, his body heavy and solid above hers.

And then, slowly, he entered her.

When he entered her, it was slow, deliberate. Eva gasped, the sensation overwhelming, but she didn't resist. Her body welcomed him, her hips arching to meet his as he filled her completely. The pain of her first time was quickly replaced by pleasure, her soft moans mixing with his low, guttural groans as they moved together.

Miguel's control was slipping. His thrusts became deeper, harder, as Eva clung to him, her fingers digging into his back. The sounds she made, the soft, breathless cries, pushed him closer to the edge.

They spent the night together, bodies entwined, moving in rhythm with one another until the early hours of the morning. And even when it was over, when they lay together in the aftermath of their passion, Miguel couldn't stop himself. He kissed her again, his hands exploring her body with renewed hunger.

And they did it again.

For the first time, Eva felt truly claimed. Not just by a man, but by Miguel, the mafia son she had been forced to marry, the man who now owned her in ways she never thought possible.