Isabela Part 2

I turn the doorknob, dying to finally take Belladonna back to my room. Now I want to see the son of a bitch come in! I installed an electronic lock, as well as a tetra key and a wooden bar to lock the door from the inside. He's going to have to drop a bomb to break into that damn place and try to eat me, or hit me in some way. But, anyway, my plans are to leave Belladonna with my grandmother, that way I can see her whenever I want, without any major risks of the bastard repeating his trick of keeping me away from her.
When I come face to face with a nervous Nate, almost two meters tall, with a contorted face, I take a step back, my heartbeat racing, scared. Belladonna jumps off my lap, and only doesn't fall because Nate catches her just in time, wrapping her in his arms. My jaw drops when I see her all excited, snuggling up against his face, seeking affection and meowing.
"You fake!" — I accuse, angry to see that the asshole didn't lie.
The chick likes him. And that's the biggest insult Belladonna has ever done to me.
"She must have gotten it from you, right? — she asks, entering the room, forcing me to take more false steps, walking backwards, scared to death, to the point that a trail of cold sweat covers my forehead. When Nate slams the door behind him rudely, causing a giant thud, I'm sure I'm in terrible sheets. I'm sick of so much fighting, but I know I'll be flooded with more arguments. And I swear to God I won't leave here without taking my baby with me. Belladonna, startled by the loud bang, jumps off his lap and runs under the bed at a fast pace. — All that drama and rehearsed tears just to steal my keys? Give them back. NOW!
His last word is a scream so loud that I grab the fucking keys and throw them at his face hard. I hate how the bastard has perfect reflexes, because he moves his head away before hitting him, making the keychain hit the door, then bounce and land on the floor. Nate bends down, cursing me with several things, then picking up the key and locking the door. And when he does, my heart jumps in my ears, leaving me deaf, because I know what he intends. He throws my judgment outside. And I don't know if I'm shaking with fear or with crazier and hotter things.
"I told you, Isabela, not to come in here if you didn't want to give it to me!" His voice is between his teeth, his gaze, a real trap.
He seduces me, so full of magnetism and beauty... But, behind those thick eyelashes and that blue layer, there are heavy feelings that make him want to sweep me out of this place like a pile of dust. Nate hates me, but he wants to eat me in the same proportion. He said it out loud, as he was about to stick his dick in my face in my room.
" I didn't come to spread my legs! I just want to... — I try to resist, but his belligerence interrupts me.
" Fuck you! Now you're going to give me everything I want! And there's no point in pretending you don't want it! I can see on your face, overflowing with your breath, how desperate you are to give it to me — he warns, taking off his shirt, shocking me with his irreverence. I take a step back. Ever since that day in my room, I know that when he wants me, I'll have an absurdly hard time resisting. " Go to the bathroom! I don't want Pretinha watching us fuck.
His sentence confuses me, as does everything else he says. I feel like punching him in the mouth for giving my cat another name, and at the same time, I want to kiss him for the same reason. However, I need to fight, fight my immorality, try at all costs to rescue some of my thorns, protect myself from him. Nate is getting more and more ingrained in me. I can't even arm myself properly against him. And I know how much having sex and giving in like this will destroy me. It will be a relief that will only last within these walls. When I get out, I'll go back to swimming in lava.
"Open the door and stop being an idiot! Enough!" I snap, crashing my back against the wardrobe. "You've already taught me a lesson, Nate. You made it very clear that you think I'm trash and want to make me bleed. I've already gotten the message. Now get off my back!" He laughs, dragging his pants and underwear down in one go, exposing his monstrous member. His thick, defined thighs make me gasp.
I'm angry...
And sad...
And full of desire.
I feel dirty when I remember that I've touched myself thinking about that beautiful cock several times since we had sex. Seeing him like this, excited, wanting me, destroys any sanity that still exists in me, pushing any chances of resistance underground. I know I'm desecrating my self-esteem by imagining this monument inside me every damn time he touches my skin, even when it's just to provoke me into his mental tortures.
I get scared when I see him rummaging through his pants pockets, taking out his phone, his wallet, and throwing everything on the floor in an angry manner. I imagine he's hunting for a condom, but he grabs the marker, the fucking shitty pen he used to mark me.

with his usual curse.
Shit!
Nate wants to scribble on me more.
"Go to the bathroom!" he orders, slowly, without unclenching his teeth.
Why do I give in so much when he's like this, wanting me, dying to give me things besides all this bitterness? I don't know the exact reason for obeying his order, as if I accept that Nate really dictates the rules of the game. And the path I follow makes it very clear that he will have everything he wants from me, as soon as my feet head towards the bathroom.
I abandon the flip-flops outside the room, along with any caution or decency. When I enter, with my heart in my mouth, my body swaying and hearing each beat drumming in my chest, I lean against the long gray marble sink, nervously staring at the bathroom door. I bite my upper lip, having difficulty breathing.
God! I should resist. Not let him enter me so easily. Why do I remain so dependent on him? I'm such a fool for agreeing to give in! I know Nate wouldn't do anything if I said no, that he would have to let me go, but I can't shake the absurd desire to have something from him besides anger, capable of transcending the revolt we feed, even though I know it will devour us more and more.
Having sex with him will be another dose of tragedy. I know it will ruin me, tear pieces of me apart, because it will ignite things. I will feed feelings that I wish I could kill. They will grow, multiply, weaken me.