5. Brother 11

This time it was much worse.

He lied! Of course he lied! Well, how could she get caught so ridiculously?

He did not even think to change - everything repeated from the beginning, only worse way.

There was no one in the room, Nitram opened the door with his key, helped her take off her jacket and from that moment did not let her go away from him.

Without listening to any objection, he locked the door, turned off the light. It was like a nightmare ... Finally, the moment came when the girl clearly understood: another moment and the situation would be out of control. Some of them went crazy.

"You are crazy!" She wanted to scream. Nitram hugged her forcefully, his eyes gazing closely into hers - pleading and menacing - and there was such determination in them that she really screamed out of herself:

- Let me go! It's too hot here!!

He just looked, squeezing her as if in a red-hot vice.

- Open the window! Please open the window! Aren't you feeling hot?!

“I'm feeling hot,” he said slowly, “but not because the window is closed".

Nevertheless, her plan succeeded: he released her and stepped to the window, and Martha rushed to the door and turned on the light. The cool wind blowing in from the street cooled both of them a little.

Nitram turned the record over, and a melodic sweet male voice began to sing:

Oh baby
It isn't always easy
We've been through a few hard times
But when we stick together
There's no mountain we can't climb

With all that we've been through
And everything we've done
Nothing comes between us - we stand as one

United in love - there's nothing we can't rise above
United in love - whatever happens to us
United in love - we'll always be
United in love - so united

And if you reach your hand out
But your dreams just seem too far
Stand upon my shoulders
And you can touch that star
o-oh, baby ...

Then he went up to her - his features smoothed out, his eyes looked attentively and clearly.

- I'm from the south, you are from the north, that's why, right? - He asked in a completely different way, the richness of shades gave his voice an exciting softness.

"Oh, if he would only speak!"

- I'm hot, and you are cold. I feel you so much, I don't understand myself why it's so! You suit to me so well. Yes, seriously, you're so cute, not fat. I like it, seriously. Martha, we are suitable for each other, - he repeated this, like an incantation, trying to convince her of what seemed obvious to him. - We are suitable for each other.

The previous meeting when he hugged her for the first time, it seemed to him that her body with all its curves and smooth lines, as if specially created for his arms. It was a strange, piercing feeling, but he did not know how to convey it more accurately in Russian.

She sat down on the edge of a chair. This is how she really liked him, and his words echoed somewhere deeply, in the very essence of her soul. Nitram bent over her - eye to eye, reached for her lips, but she deftly dodged. He sat down next to her and tried to place her on his lap, gripping the pocket of her trousers. The fabric had cracked.

- You tore my jeans!

“Sorry,” he said with a charming smile. - It's your fault. "I don't want! I don't want! I don’t want this. I don't like that". Tell me: what do you want?

- I want to go outside.

- Uva! - His cheerful face was contorted with anger. - Martha, if that's the case, I'll do it in a different way!

She jumped up, but he immediately rushed to her and embraced her, not letting go. The forces were too unequal. As she had not previously considered that he is so tall (a head taller) and strong. His shoulders, chest, arms felt like iron. Her eyes went round and hurt like a child's. He chuckled inwardly: how could she pretend so well? For the first time, something akin to doubt and sympathy stirred in his soul.

- Ere, what's wrong with you, calm down! You are against of everything, erochka.

- I'm not Irochka! My name is Martha! - she was indignant, breaking free.

- Who said Irochka? I didn't say that. Ere, in our language, is negative, disgusting - everything is against. Didn't you touch with anyone like that?

- No, I didn't!

He didn't believe it.

- Come on, take this off, - he put his hand on the sweater. - Lots of clothes.

- No! No!

- Martha! It's not interesting, - dangerous lights lit up in his eyes again, his forehead gathered like an accordion, and the expression on his face was as if he was preparing to hit her. His hands pulled up her sweater.

White childish nudity blinded him for a moment. A wave of such wild, unbridled desire swept over him that he had to close his eyes for a moment and take a breath.

She immediately put everything back in place. He had already mastered himself, but was not going to retreat. Martha, in horror, felt hot hands penetrate her clothes, touching her back, breasts, and abdomen. He quickly bent down - and now his lips have gone the same way and pressed to the tiny nipple.

“They say it's the strongest,” he said.

"God, what is this !?" - she was on the verge of fainting, but not with delight, as it seemed to him for a moment. The blood drained from her face, and suddenly it became completely white, like a mask, and her eyes became somehow indifferent, as if saying: "Do what you want, I don't care."

She called herself the last words and longingly thought only about how to be free and never, never again in her life, fall into such a trap.

She was exhausted from the struggle and shock emotions, she did not feel anything, nothing but the desire that everything would end as soon as possible. And while his lips were no longer passionately, but questioningly touched her body, she looked at the ceiling and thought: “Okay ... I will tolerate ... but never again! Never! Never!"

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from novel WANDERER/ Роман "Пришелец"