Page 54 of Monster in Disguise

I try to imagine his hands on my body, his lips on mine, but it's all just a fantasy. A dream that will never come true.

I submerge myself completely, letting the warmth surround me and soothe my troubled mind. But it's only temporary relief. Deep down, I know that I'll never be fine.

Not when I carry another man's initials imprinted on my back as a constant reminder of what happened that night.

And certainly not when I know that Marcello will never love me in return.

Marcello

My room envelops me like a warm embrace, but my mind is still racing from what just happened. I shut my eyes and focus on the erratic rhythm of my breathing.

How did I let myself get so out of control? When I agreed to this marriage, I never thought I would struggle to keep my emotions in check. My body had been dormant for so long, I assumed Catalina's presence wouldn't affect me at all.

And yet, here I am. Heart pounding in my chest. Pulse racing through my veins.

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I groan out loud. Fuck! She probably has no idea what she does to me... how just seeing her and being near her can send my body into such a frenzy.

I've been in complete control for so long. But just the sight of her across from me was enough to set my mind racing, conjuring up forbidden scenarios that I know I can't act on. Since the ceremony, I've made a conscious effort to avoid her at all costs. She looked so breathtakingly beautiful... so innocent.

Shit!

The mere thought of her presence ignites a wild desire within me, tempting me to break all of my rules. Shaking my head, Itake another deep breath and try to calm my racing thoughts. Avoiding her is the best course of action.

I undress, shedding the clothes that seem to bind me in this internal struggle. The cool tiles under my feet lead me to the shower, where I can finally wash away the physical and mental tension that consumes me.

I'd always thought there was a special place in hell with my name on it. A place in the 7th circle where my punishment would be carried out for an eternity to come. I had come to terms with that, oddly enough. It was what I deserved, after all, and I made no excuses for myself.

But this...

Having Catalina near me is a form of anguish that not even hell could contrive. But of course, a soul so pure like hers would never step foot near that inferno.

I laugh at that, a cynical laugh that almost makes me choke.

That's it, isn't it?

What other punishment could I receive to rival this one? None...

It seems it's hell on earth then...

The realization that Catalina's presence here is the price I must pay for all my sins doesn't stop me from thinking about her... yearning to be with her.

My breath catches at that thought. Droplets from the shower dampen my hair until it sticks to my face.

Ten years and my body feels alive again.Ifeel alive again.

The image of Catalina peering up at me from beneath her lashes, saying she likesme,even though I know she didn't mean it...

My cock is already straining against the plane of my stomach, and I grow even harder the more I picture her lips... I take myself in hand, stroking my shaft from base to tip, almost groaning at the sensation.

It's beentoolong.

The skin at the top of my cock is so sensitive that I shudder when my thumb touches the head and skims the underside.

I close my eyes and continue to visualize, all the while pumping my cock faster and faster. What would she look like on her knees? Her tongue stretched out, waiting for my seed?

My breathing picks up.

Would she spit or swallow?

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