by Diana Scott
Game of Passions
Diana Scott
Copyright 2015 Diana Scott
Table of Contents
Copyright Page
Game of Passions (Serie Infidelities)
Foreword
Not one, but two
I can not
Retry
The Heritage
Seek and you shall find
A month without you
I want and I do not want
The businesswoman
And another accident more
Heading to paradise
Not again
If you do not know
Playing is dangerous
You love me, I love you
The perfect campaign
Protect our
You are dispensable
The manifestation
To see you again
Epilogue
Do not forget to read
Thanks
Foreword
Not one, but two
I can not
Retry
The Heritage
Seek and you shall find
A month without you
I want and I do not want
The businesswoman
And another accident more
Heading to paradise
Not again
If you do not know
Playing is dangerous
You love me, I love you
The perfect campaign
Protect our
You are dispensable
The manifestation
To see you again
Epilogue
Foreword
Lucas was still lying on the bed.
This could not be real. Not again.
After ninety unbearable days, he was again on quicksand. Without knowing the terrain, nor the conditions of the battlefield.
Carmen was not in a better position. Having broken with Lucas almost three months ago and with a task not easy to assume, he thought that everything was under control. Until tonight.
He found it in that bar and again the same mistake. He knew that he could not go back to stumbling or all the foundations of his perfect controlled life, they would be in danger, but there he was, trying not to make noise so as not to have to say goodbye in the dark as if it were a thief.
A thief who had left much more than his physical belongings, one that had before him the man with the ability to split it between reason and heart, leaving her vulnerable, without shields of defense and with the indecipherable instability that often afflicts women in love.
At what point had he allowed his relationship with Lucas to be more than sex? His feelings for him grew so uncontrolled that he had no choice but to cut corners.
And here it was again.
Five minutes in a bar, they transformed into a night of incomparable passion. Like all those that occurred when they were together.
It was supposed that she had left him months ago but five minutes before him and her perfect and orderly world crumbled like a house of cards.
He had to protect himself. His past experiences taught him that men only pretend one thing, to put you in their bed until they get tired of doing it and then go for another without looking at who they leave behind.
Lucas got up and put on his boxers. Slowly he headed for the kitchen, but not before turning to see the beautiful woman covered between sheets that pretended to be asleep. If the situation were with another, he would have laughed at the young woman's artistic misinterpretation, but he was not anyone. It was her, Carmen. His Carmen, his little stubborn demon with golden hair. The woman impossible to forget. That which occupied his mind day and night like a fever impossible to heal.
Carmen was at home and in her bed, again, but for how long?
He decided not to think. He returned to the bed, embraced her and let the cold destiny decide his future.
Not one, but two
The night before, only twelve hours ago, everything was starting again...
It was seeing her in the bar, after a long and exasperating three months of rupture, so that Lucas could feel his heart pounding uncontrollably, his hands tightened and his body insisted on screaming.
I could feel the blood running through his veins burning like uncontrolled lava.
That woman attracted him more than any other. She burned him inside. He was totally and madly mad for her.
Lucas had tried everything.
The time they were together did the impossible to conquer it but Carmen's distrust was so growing and stormy that it was impossible to prove to her that she was the only one with whom she wanted to sleep, wake up and dream.
"How to conquer a love that does not want to be conquered? How to show you that you are everything to me?, that your kisses are the ones I need every day to know what my reason for being is, that without you the day does not make sense and the nights are the darkest hours to remember ". If you were able to believe me... "
Only she had managed to get a man like him, one who in the past was unable to remember the name of a woman, to feel so unstable today.
That woman was capable of making him love so much, that his feelings walked on the precipice of love and hate at the same time and with the same intensity.
Lucas was rabid, furious and desperately in love.
It had been ninety days in which he had felt like a fool waiting for something, whatever it was, whenever it came from her. A call, a message, an email... something... a signal, a reason, some logical reason, but nothing.
"I'm not ready". Those were his words.
And he left. When they were better as a couple, she fled leaving him in the loneliness of an unrequited love.
He shook his head to not remember, not to feel and mainly not to repent.
He felt like an idiot having fallen again. One and a thousand times it had been repeated that the day he saw her again he would completely ignore her. She was dead and buried.
In those ninety days, I had gone from incomprehension to anger and pain... a lot of pain. When he met her he wanted to risk everything for the first time, he wanted to let himself be carried away by the feelings without thinking about anything, and the only thing he got was that she put it aside like an old rag that you simply throw into a garbage can without looking back.
He tried to resist. He tried to deny himself that to have her in his arms was to feel that time was moving only for them to love each other.
Carmen had become his weakness. Your only weakness
When he could see her enter the bar, her heartbeat stopped.
In spite of the distance, she was able to perceive that perfume of roses that only she left with the simple movement of her hair.
Her walk was sensual, lustful, natural, unplanned... and those beautiful bright and dazzling eyes gave off life, a life I wanted to share with her today and tomorrow.
At the other end he laughed with that slicked—up idiot who kept staring at her and who managed to make the rage circulate through his blood to the rhythm of a formula one.
His feelings betrayed him to the point of not letting him think.
Could it be that he had forgotten it when he still had the delicate salty taste of his skin on his lips?
Lucas tensed, the need to go find her and claim what was his dominated.
I hated to see her talking to another man and balancing her eyelashes on a femme fatale plan, free of compromise, free of feelings, free of him...
He wanted to take her by the arm and take her away. He wanted to take her away from any kind of male other than himself.
She wanted to show that stupid slicked—up, who talked to her without taking her eye off her cleavage, that she was his and only his. That character had no right to even l
ook at it. He needed to take her with him and get lost in his mountains of pleasure, that of course, after blowing that wonderful insipid stretched out his wonderful cowhair hairdo and sending him straight into the stratosphere.
"This is crazy"
Lucas took another sip of his drink and shaking his head to bring order to his busy thinking thought it best to leave the bar, but simply that solution was impossible.
His sea—colored eyes nailed her and refused to leave her.
"Lucas, I'm not ready." Those were his last words before leaving his apartment.
"Ready for what!"
He had behaved with her as with no other. Please, if I had even been faithful!
He, who in his past had not rejected any, turned out to be the perfect boyfriend, the one who simply wanted to go back home to jump headlong into those soft caresses, taste his essence as a woman and let the outside world stop if he gave her the win. He did not care.
The time together was unique and he never felt better, nor had he behaved better... but Carmen gave him that stupid excuse and just left.
The suffering of not seeing her was the worst of the torments and now there, looking at her from afar, without being able to approach, was the most difficult test she ever faced.
Only a week ago he was in Ceuta, aiming at the heart of the "chungo", chief of the narcos of the south while three other rabid dogs pointed him. These guys insulted him, shouted and threatened to blow his brains, however, not a drop of sweat ran through his body, but tonight, he had no strength, courage was fled and he felt unable to look at those delicate eyes, give him the coldest of greetings to then leave.
Carmen laughed and was the sweetest of its perditions.
That woman was strong, audacious, with a false touch of bad humor that had him upside down.
Lucas could not contain the expression of boredom that seized him when he heard the erotic insinuations of that bland brunette, who was rubbing on his arm.
"You can have worse luck. Of all the bars in Madrid and we have to find ourselves here and now. " Lucas thought about his bad fortune.
Following the intense law of attraction that had always surrounded them, their eyes met and he knew he had no escape. I would have to get closer.
— Precious, if you forgive me, I have to say hello to a friend.
— I wait for you— she answered anxiously.
— Better not beautiful. Today I'm not in the mood.
The brunette left angry and Lucas took a deep breath to face one of the worst of their missions. She.
He walked without separating his eyes from Carmen's. It was simply awesome. Those shorts and a casual shirt stunning, attached to those red heels and her beautiful blonde hair in the wind. It just took his breath away.
Only she was able to hypnotize him in such a way that the anger of abandonment is replaced by a, do not ever leave me.
He approached and with a neutral voice could pronounce.
—Hello. How long— tried to seem indifferent but it did not work.
— Yes
Carmen could hardly answer. Her voice throbbed like a nervous schoolgirl.
Since she discovered it in the back of the bar and could see that hot steel look watching her in the distance she was not able to reason. The world ceased to exist and she could feel her breathing stirring at the thought of those strong arms that once burned her with such passion and in which she felt a complete and passionate woman.
He was dark, probably because of that mission, which his friend Azul told him he had had in the south.
He wore jeans and a white shirt that marked each one of his great muscular body.
"I was there to eat it with appetizers," she thought jealously, seeing from afar how the brunette kept touching him insistently. I would have liked to pull her by the hair and throw her to the bottom of the river but she did not have those rights. He chose his own path and would continue on.
Men only seek you for one thing and then abandon you to the first exchange. One day you realize that they are the center of your world and then Zas! They leave you with cheap stories of "it's not you, it's me" or even me "I'm not looking for something stable".
She knew all the tricks very well and would not fall before anyone. Not again. The past taught him very well that mistakes in the heart were very expensive.
Carmen was not one of those fools who stay crying and eating ice cream, waiting for a call that does not arrive. With youth I had learned a very important lesson and had it well learned. He would not leave his heart in the hands of any man. She was the owner of his destiny and only her.
They greeted each other with a couple of kisses but seconds later, the silence was too deep to not notice.
— I'm Angel— the slick escort of pink polo showed himself stretching out a hand.
Lucas did not respond.
His eyes fixed on her like burning steel. She tried to stifle her anger at seeing her flirting with such a fellow. So many years in the Spanish special forces allowed him to collect a strong self—control but it was clear that little, very little, when the cause was a small one with golden hair.
— Really? — and looked up and down the poor man who felt dwarf in front of such a manly specimen — is this what you're looking for?
Carmen wanted to scream at him. I was outraged. Who thought he was to judge her.
She tried to defend herself and spit on him to go to the devil, that she did not need his macho advice, but seeing those two men confronted, all the verbal effervescence diluted like smoke.
How to compare them?
One of rather poor build, in front of a unique specimen among its kind, model four by four and cousin of Thor.
One with long hair straight out of the neighborhood of La Moraleja and the other with very short blond hair, which gave off masculine adrenaline for every pore of his skin. As they say, comparisons are never good and in this case they were disastrous.
These two men were not comparable and it was clear who was victorious.
Carmen went from fury to mischievous laughter.
— Sincerely no — and without being able to contain himself he gave a loud laugh that gave Lucas the courage he needed to drag Carmen by the waist, squeeze her hard against her body, until she felt the heat that consumed her until she burned him.
His eyes, focused on her, like a prey about to be devoured did not give Carmen any chance of defense.
I was totally lost in its heat.
Lucas kissed her fiercely, with possession and in front of the nostrils of the bemused looking at him perplexed.
Their mouths parted slowly but he continued with his forehead pressed to hers and whispered in a pleading voice.
— We are going?
Carmen could not answer.
The words did not come out. He nodded. I was melted and defeated.
I wanted to go with him. I needed it.
Lucas held her tightly by the hand and pulled her out of the room in front of the stretched gallant, who when she tried to protest, received a penetrating look from Lucas that made him regret even wishing to look for a fight.
— I do not think I want to have a second date— Carmen said it amused.
— I do not care.
Lucas opened the door of the car, but not before taking over again that mouth that made him so crazy.
Carmen could not breathe and not because he had her totally embedded against the door, that too, but because Lucas was able to make her float in a cloud of sensations just by touching her.
When he got into the car neither of them was able to speak. The sexual tension was too high in the environment to express it with words. They both knew perfectly well that they were needed. Anything else would be a lie.
Lucas was tense.
At first he was afraid that she would reject him but when he realized that he was there, with him, on his way home, he could not think again.
I wanted to feel it, touch it and kiss it whole until it collapsed. I needed it, I wante
d it. He wanted to possess her strong, with desire, without thinking of anything other than those lips that represented the pure breath of life.
When they arrived at the apartment, he took her in his arms and carried the two floors up the stairs, he could not wait for the elevator.
On the way they were getting rid of their clothes without thinking that anyone could see them. They needed too much, they wanted each other desperately.
Their bodies claimed one the possession of the other.
Lucas deposited her on the bed and took off the jeans that was the only piece of clothing he had left and looked at her fiercely before throwing that huge body over hers, but Carmen did not feel afraid. Him never.
Lucas tried to undo the bra but was so hurried that the brooch flew through the air.
— The one who breaks pays— Carmen sounded fun.
Lucas devoured her with each kiss.
— I'm afraid I have no money — he gasped hoarsely — I'll have to pay in spices — and was kissing his neck until squeezing him right on the jugular vein — or with services.
He wrapped one of her breasts with his mouth, pressed it hard with his lips to release it little by little. Its flavor was delicious, perfect.
His kisses began to fall until he reached his little shorts. He unzipped the zipper slowly and lowered it down those beautiful contoured legs.
His caresses continued without pause until it was completely covered. It was caressing and giving small kisses to each of the toes to then stop on the inner side of the thighs and lick them to reach the very center of their feminine essence.
Carmen was unable to think, her body and mind could only feel. Lucas kissed her with devotion and she wanted to enjoy it although at that moment lying on the bed, letting him do it, without her moving a single finger, he was sinning as selfish.
— Please, I need you— begged lost.
— And I to you, but I've been so long without tasting you, without feeling your sweetness in my mouth... — Lucas's harsh voice stopped, he was too busy tasting it.
Lucas licked her drop by drop and Carmen closed her eyes to rise to the highest peaks and explode in a sea of sensations.
He flew high, very tall and when he thought that his body was trying to return to the planet he was aware of the strong body of Lucas enveloping her and penetrating her to the deepest part of his being, again and again, until making her moan without containment.
