Escape to the Country Estate
The roar of Santiago’s motorcycle engine was the only sound cutting through the humid air of San Cristóbal. When he pulled up and told me to climb on, I didn’t hesitate. He drove with a focused intensity, taking a detour that led us far away from the city and deep into the lush greenery of the countryside, eventually arriving at a sprawling, private estate.
“Why are we here, Santiago?” I asked, glancing around at the vast property. “Whose place is this?”
Santiago looked at me with a hunger in his eyes that made my breath hitch. “It’s mine,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “I’ve missed you, and I’ve been thinking about you constantly. I wanted to bring you somewhere we could be alone, where I could finally have you again.”
As we walked toward the main house, the scale of his wealth became apparent. The estate was immense, filled with ancient oaks and manicured gardens. He pulled me close, his hand sliding down my back, claiming me with a possessive heat that ignited a fire within me. In the silence of the countryside, there was no one to stop us, and as he pressed his lips to mine, I knew I was exactly where I belonged.