I am no one, I'm nothing

Capitulo Catorce

Aldonza pushed her way through the door with a scowl and a glint of determination lodged in her murky eyes. "Can you believe the nerve of some people?" She barked as Pedro turned to face her, surprised and amused at the level of her rising emotions.

"I thought you weren't allowed in here?" He questioned with mock innocence. "Shouldn't you get out before the Sisters find you and report you to the Padre?" Pedro snaked his strong arms around her, clasping his hands on the opposite side of her waist.

The young woman was already fumbling with his rope belt and shoving him onto the raised mattress. "Danger turns me on." She growled into his ear as she pulled at his pants, causing him to emit a low roar of his own. Leaning down over his defined frame, she began to litter his neck, cheeks, nose with kisses, purposely missing his lips as they puckered in the air, searching for hers with desperate need.

"The Sisters, though..." Pedro whined as Aldonza removed his pants and then his shirt, snaking a flattened hand against the defined planes of his chest, the dark wiry hair that trailed down his abdomen.

"Don't think about the Sisters when you're with me." She snarled, pulling away from his face and curling her lip above her viciously-exposed teeth. "Don't you know who I am? What you're doing? 'I'm no one, Pedro! I'm nothing! I'm only Aldonza-the great and filthy whore!'" She mocked the Sisters in a high-pitched voice, rolling her eyes and shaking her hair in front of her so that it partially covered her now exposed chest. Pedro brought his hands up to her neck, physically pulling her down until she was hunched over him, legs spread on either side of his lower torso. He gripped her hips, rolled his own until they were colliding with hers, like the waves of the ocean meeting the shore with steady rhythm.

"You're something, Aldonza." Pedro looked up at her with an honest gaze, nodding to her when she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, so you've heard, too?" The young woman retorted with another round of sarcasm. She grabbed his hand and forced it to smack against her sternum with an open palm. "You see what they did to me, don't you? It's not just me-or the Sisters-who see it? No, it's not, because those bastards-" She could barely hiss out the names. "Juan and Paco-they made sure that everyone in this whole damned earth could see who I truly am." She fumbled out of her skirt, their two exposed bodies blending into one another as she situated herself again on his lap, feet curled neatly underneath her. "Come, Pedro, get with it! The Sisters certainly have-they've exposed me for who I really am!" She shook her upper torso, mounds of caramel breast slapping into one another as the stretched, scarred skin that spelled the degrading word remained still.

Forcing herself on top of him, she searched for his lips, though she was suddenly turning, being flipped until she was on her back. Pedro towered over her with a dominating air. "See, you're getting with it." Aldonza muttered darkly, staring up at him with wide, angry eyes. "Come on. Do it." She challenged, waving her hands forward. "Screw me. Everyone else screws me over-why not you, too?"

"What has come over my kitty cat?" Pedro questioned in an unfairly deep, seductive voice. It had the power to wash over Aldonza, twist its way through her ears until it was undoing the wiring of her brain, the strings to her heart. "Why are you so self-conscious? Why are you letting two batty old ladies get to you?"

"Me? Self-conscious?" Aldonza sneered, laughing until she was curled double underneath him. "To them?" She choked through coughs of laughter. "You're drunk."

"And you're being ridiculous." Pedro exclaimed with a rough tone. "I may not know what you're going through right now, Aldonza, but I can damn well try to understand. I do know one thing, though-and that it's to always call things by what they are."

"Oh, really?" Aldonza murmured, cocking a fine eyebrow into the air. "So why don't you? Come on, mi amor, it's easy-like me. You need to just murmur it and I am yours, will melt like butter into you. Say it, please-puta. Bitch. Whore. You'd like that, hmm, what you've been denied? What you've been craving? The natural touch of a woman for you, the clinking of money in my hands for me." She purred into his ear, nibbling on the edges with playful ferocity.