♥ Chapter 25♥

Axel Norvelli. 

09:30, ''Axel's room. ''Valdoria.

I wake up feeling my entire body sore. Catarina's bite marks are still fresh on my skin. I turn my head and am surprised to find her still sleeping next to me. She's so calm, I can hardly believe the intensity of last night. Carefully, I lift my hand and remove a few strands of hair that have fallen onto her face. When I do, I stop for a moment, taking a closer look at his face.

She is so beautiful. Her features are strong and delicate at the same time, a combination that makes her irresistible. Her arched eyebrows, long eyelashes, and the perfect shape of her lips make me question how a woman like her could want someone like me. I'm nothing compared to her. She's powerful and confident, and I'm just… Axel. The fact that a woman like that wants me is something I'm still trying to understand.

My thoughts fly to last night. I don't know why I did that, my body reacted in such a strange way. It was the first time I acted like that. The taste of her intimacy was so good that I couldn't stop sucking her. Even her breasts made me lose control. I let out a sigh and got out of bed, feeling my back burn. I already know they're covered in scratches. 

I go into the bathroom and see in the mirror that my body is still full of marks. When will this go away? Still naked, I step into the shower, feeling the water run down my body. At first, my back burns a little, but then the sensation eases.

This whole situation… I never thought this would happen to me. A woman so madly possessive who wants me so intensely. I also never imagined I would cut my hair. I run my hand through the short strands, feeling the strangeness of the change. It's so weird not having hair covering my eyes anymore. Every movement, every sensation, is a little strange. 

As the hot water falls over my body, I think about what's to come. Catarina is not just any woman; she is a hurricane that came into my life and turned everything upside down. But there's something about her—something irresistible—that pulls me closer, even when my mind tells me to run. I'm trapped in this web of desire and fear, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to get out. Or if I really want to.

I stop for a moment, the water continues to run down my body, but my mind is elsewhere. "Did I really just think about whether I really want it?" The surprise of my own reflection paralyzes me. I run my hand over my face, feeling the heat of shame spread as I realize what's happening. My heart starts to race. "Am I really wanting to be with her? What is this? How can I like her? She broke into my house, abused me, forced me to wear clothes I didn't feel comfortable in, and, to make matters worse, cut my hair. I had to do all this, otherwise I would not suffer."

But… But why? Why do I like her? Is this some kind of Stockholm syndrome? My mind tries to find a logic to my contradictory feelings. Nothing makes sense. She's cruel and domineering, and yet there's something about her that draws me in a way I've never experienced before. It's as if his control over me has awakened something I never knew existed. He had a desire to be possessed, a need to be protected by his overwhelming strength.

I look at my reflection in the foggy bathroom mirror, my face still hot with embarrassment and confusion. My heart continues to beat wildly, and a part of me wants to escape this madness. But another part, the one that is new and frighteningly strong, wants to stay. I want to see how far this can go. Want to discover more about this dark and intense connection that Catarina created between us?

Before leaving the bathroom, I brush my teeth with an automatic movement, trying to clear the feeling of restlessness that still torments me. The reflection in the mirror seems a little clearer now, but the inner confusion persists. I leave the bathroom, still dazed by my thoughts, and head to the closet. I open the doors and look for something comfortable, something that reminds me of who I am, before Catarina shows up and changes everything. Furthermore, I chose an old, comfortable gray t-shirt and worn jeans, which were once my favorites. Dressed in these clothes, I feel a little more like myself. They're not the elegant, tight clothes Catarina decided for me, but they're mine, and that brings a little relief.

After getting dressed, I look around and see the clothes scattered on the floor. I collect both mine and hers, remembering the intense moments of the previous night. I leave the room with the clothes in my hands and go to the laundry room. Furthermore, I put all the pieces in the washing machine, sigh, and turn on the machine.

With that done, I decide it's time to make something to eat. I go to the kitchen and start rummaging through the cupboard, taking out what's left. I realize I need to go shopping soon. Likewise, I start preparing breakfast with what I have: eggs, bread, and some cheese. I put everything on the table, trying to make a decent meal.

As soon as I finish preparing the table, I hear the sound of the washing machine stopping. I go to the laundry room, take off my dry clothes, and go to the small balcony, where I carefully hang them out. The morning sun is already beginning to warm the air, and the feeling is calming.

I go back to the kitchen and start washing the dishes I used to make breakfast. As I wash the dishes, my thoughts wander again to Catarina and what she means in my life. Suddenly, I feel arms wrap around my waist, and I'm startled for a moment. I turn my head and see Catarina, her hair is a little wet, and she is wearing only a towel around her body, indicating that she has just taken a shower. The smell of the soap on your body makes me swallow hard. Oh my God, she smells so good.

She smiles when she notices my reaction and moves even closer, her arms wrapping around my waist more firmly. I feel the pressure of her body against mine and the warmth and softness of her damp skin.

'' Good morning, my little one. '' She says with a soft and possessive tone.

I feel a mixture of relief and apprehension. His touch, although unexpected, brings me a strange sense of comfort.

'' Good morning. '' I respond, trying to keep my voice steady.

She pulls me closer, pressing her body against mine.

'' I see you're already taking care of everything. '' She comments, looking at the set table. '' That is good.

'' Yes, I thought you might be hungry. '' I say, trying to ignore the quickening of my heart.

'' Very good. '' She whispers, kissing my neck softly. ''You're doing great, Axel.

His praise, though simple, carries a weight that makes me uneasy. I finish washing the dishes, his arms still around my waist. Her scent, mixed with the warmth of her recent shower, makes me want to turn around and kiss her, but I hold back.

Why doesn't my heart stop beating like that? I'm accepting of all of this, but it's so weird. Part of me wants to run away and escape this insane situation, but another part… another part is starting to enjoy this feeling of being wanted so intensely.

As I feel his arms around me, I can't help but think that maybe, in some twisted way, I'm enjoying this dominance and this possessiveness. I never thought someone like Catarina could be interested in me, and now that I'm here, trapped in her web, I don't know if I really want to leave.

She pulls me closer, and the pressure of her body against mine makes me shiver slightly. My thoughts are confused, fighting against logic and reason. Am I really starting to like her? Even with everything she did and with the way she came into my life, she turned everything upside down.

Catarina lets out a soft laugh when she notices my nervousness.

'' There's no need to be so tense, Axel. '' She whispers, her lips brushing my ear. ''Relax. Enjoy this moment.

She pulls away a little, gently pulling me towards the table.

'' Let's eat. You did a great job.

We sit at the table, and for a moment, the atmosphere seems almost normal. But the intensity of what happened the night before and her tantalizing scent still linger in the air, reminding me that nothing is truly normal when it comes to Catarina.

As we eat, my thoughts continue to spin. Am I really starting to like her? And if so, what does that say about me? The line between desire and submission is increasingly blurred, and I don't know how to deal with it. I'm lost in this whirlwind of emotions, and the only thing that seems clear is that Catarina has a power over me that I never imagined possible.