Summer at the Estate
The sprawling estate had always felt like a gilded cage, filled with secrets and unspoken desires. For months, I had played a dangerous game with Mauricio, craving a depth of intimacy he refused to give. He teased me with kisses and fleeting touches, but he remained bound by a strange pact with my mother, leaving me aching for a completion I couldn’t name.
Everything changed the day my father returned to the ranch with his new partner, Maria José, and her son, Vicktor. From the moment Vicktor smiled at me, the air between us crackled with an immediate, electric tension. He was everything Mauricio wasn’t: attentive, curious, and utterly captivated by me. As I showed him the stables and the hidden corners of the grounds, our conversations about music and life served as a thin veil for the longing growing between us.
The spark ignited during a lesson on how to saddle a horse. As our hands brushed, the friction sent a jolt through my spine. Vicktor didn’t pull away; instead, he stepped closer, his breath warm against my neck. The restraint I had practiced for years vanished in an instant. When he finally kissed me, it wasn’t a tease—it was a claim, a hungry, desperate collision that promised a summer of forbidden heat and absolute surrender.