Lords of the Underworld: The Prince of Sin

Episode 5

The night poured over me like a forbidden spell. The red dress hugged my body like a second skin, the satin fabric sliding against my warm skin. My eyes scanned my reflection in the mirror. I was different tonight. Bolder. More alive.

Teresa looked at me with teary eyes, a tender smile on her wrinkled lips.

"You look radiant, mi niña..." Her voice was a whisper heavy with emotion. "It's been so long since I've seen you wear something so... vibrant."

I ran my fingers along the neckline, feeling excitement and fear battling within me.

"Tonight, I allow myself to live, Teresa..." I murmured, without looking away from the mirror. "And after this... I'll be someone else. Stronger."

Teresa hesitated, her wrinkled fingers clutching her own arms.

"Be careful what you wish for, Luna. The world can be cruel to those who seek abrupt changes."

I smiled, but the smile didn't reach my eyes.

"It's already been cruel enough. It's time to turn the tables."

Before she could say anything more, Edgar appeared at the door. He wore an impeccable suit, but his gaze carried the same worry as always. He analyzed me for a moment, as if trying to understand what was going on in my head.

"Time to go, pequeña."

I turned to Teresa, holding her hands for a moment.

"Take care, Teresa."

She sighed, caressing my face tenderly.

"You take care, my beautiful."

And then I left.

I sat in the back seat of the black SUV, feeling the cold leather against my warm skin. The engine rumbled softly as Edgar drove through the illuminated streets.

I rested my head against the glass, watching the city lights blink like artificial stars. The silence between us was dense, heavy with everything that didn't need to be said.

"Did you bring what I asked for?" I asked, my voice low, almost like a secret.

Edgar didn't take his eyes off the road. With a quick movement, he pulled a small package from his pocket and passed it over his shoulder.

I took the plastic between my fingers, feeling the adrenaline pulse through my veins. The white pill gleamed under the dim light of the car. Without hesitation, I put it in my mouth and swallowed it dry. The bitter taste dissolved quickly, promising the lightness I so craved.

"You know I hate this," Edgar murmured.

I tilted my head to the side, observing his reflection in the rearview mirror.

"And you know I don't care."

He let out a heavy sigh, but said nothing more.

Minutes later, the car stopped in front of the grand hall. The event was already in full swing, the sound of music and laughter mingling with the refined buzz of high society.

Edgar got out first and opened the door for me. I descended calmly, my high heels clicking on the cold marble of the sidewalk. Before I could adjust my mask, he did it for me, adjusting it carefully.

"I don't like the idea of leaving you alone here," he said, his expression hardened.

"Edgar..." I touched his arm, looking directly into his eyes. "I need this night. Alone."

His lips pressed into a tight line.

"This isn't safe."

I smiled wryly, a joyless smile.

"Nothing in my life is safe."

He hesitated for a few more seconds, then let out a low curse and nodded.

"If you need me, call me."

"I won't need to."

I turned and went inside.

The hall was a sea of masks, luxurious dresses, and fake smiles. I took a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray and walked among the guests, feeling eyes slide over me. Men. Women. Assessing.

It didn't matter.

I only needed one.

Who would I choose?

The music flowed like a slow poison. The hall overflowed with beautiful, rich people, but my interest in trivialities was minimal.

I walked over to Simon, who smiled when he saw me. Despite the masks, he would recognize me anywhere.

"Carajo, I thought you weren't coming," he said, clinking his glass against mine.

I let out a dry laugh.

"How could I miss a party where the elite hide their sins behind masks?"

Simon guffawed.

"Exactly. And, hermano, the house is full of beauties tonight."

I glanced around. He wasn't lying. There were women for all tastes, all well-dressed and with hungry eyes.

"You did a good job," I admitted, taking a sip of my whiskey.

"I always do. Now..." he raised his eyebrows. "Has anyone in particular caught your eye?"

I took a sip of my drink before answering.

"All of them." I let out a dry laugh, clinking my glass against his.

He laughed, patting my shoulder before we threw ourselves onto the reserved leather sofa. Women paraded like prey awaiting the right predator. Some looked, others insinuated themselves, while I lit a Cuban cigar. I didn't care. Not until...

Mierda.

My attention was captured.

A woman.

Red dress, designed to fit her body like a damn temptation. Long, black hair, her golden skin contrasting with the scarlet fabric. But it was her eyes that fucked me up inside. Even with the mask, there was something about them. Something... familiar. She was distracted, talking to a guy, and soon after they started dancing.

I took a deep drag of the cigar, analyzing every detail of her. The way she moved her hips, how she threw her head back laughing, how her lips curved in a silent challenge.

"Who the hell is that?" I asked, my voice heavy with curiosity and interest.

Simon followed my gaze, resting his arms on his knees as he tried to remember.

"Doesn't look like anyone from our circle... Probably one of my mother's guests."

I kept my eyes on her, taking another drag.

Guest or not, this woman was going to be my prey tonight.

I stood up without saying anything, dropping the cigar in the ashtray and running my tongue over my teeth, feeling the effect of the drug mix with the excitement of the moment. My blood pulsed hot, my mind focused only on her.

I walked over to them. The man dancing with her noticed my approach. The look I gave him was enough. He lowered his head and left like a cornered lamb.

Coward.

She looked at me, tilting her chin slightly, as if unimpressed.

But I saw it.

Her eyes gleamed.

"Who are you?" Her voice came as a challenge, and I swear to Dios, that only turned me on more.

I grabbed her waist firmly and pulled her to me, our bodies colliding.

"Someone who's very interested in you, cariño. And you're dancing with me now."

Her lips parted, and I felt her warm breath against my skin.

"I didn't choose you."

I squeezed her a little tighter.

"But I chose you."

The music continued its rhythm, but now, I was the master of this dance.

I dominated her movements, guiding her firmly. But she wasn't easy prey. No... this woman knew how to provoke. Knew how to play. With every squeeze of mine, she retaliated, rubbing her body against mine, her eyes burning behind the mask.

Provocative diabla (she-devil).

My hand slid down her bare back, descending, pressing against her hot skin. She didn't pull away. On the contrary, she leaned in closer, our mouths so close I could taste the champagne on her lips.

Fuck it.

I wasn't going to wait any longer.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the crowd, crossing the hall like a predator taking its prey. She didn't protest. Her body was hot, surrendered, given over to the same desire that consumed me.

I entered an empty corridor and pressed her against the wall, my body glued to hers.

"Say you want this as much as I do." My voice came out hoarse, full of lust.

"If I didn't want to, I would have pushed you away already," she said, defiant.

I smiled, dragging my nose along her neck, smelling her perfume.

"Then, don't complain later."

I held her jaw and took her lips without mercy. I kissed her hungrily, with desire.

She moaned against my mouth, her nails digging into my hair, pulling, teasing. My cock throbbed inside my pants, and the drug coursing through my veins only made everything seem more intense, more urgent.

She arched against me, and I held her tighter, exploring every part of that body made for sin.

But then...

"I want you to take my virginity."

Carajo.

I pulled away from her instantly, my breath heavy.

"Mierda..." I ran a hand over my face, trying to clear my thoughts.

She looked at me, confused.

"Any problem?"

Problem? Yes, fuck. I wasn't a saint. I wasn't a good man. But fucking a virgin? That... that wasn't for me.

I took a deep breath, trying to regain control.

"This isn't going to work, girl. Forget it."

She straightened her dress, her eyes shining with an even greater challenge.