CURSED

CHAPTER 6

SYLVIEPOV

(Flashback of the date night)

When I inquire about the time, he simply answers, "I'll pick you up, it'll keep you wondering."

He didn't show up for hours, and ultimately the entire day was gone.

Is it possible he forgot? Is it possible that this was a joke?

He appears out of nowhere, smiling, and asks, "Ya ready?"

"I've been ready since 2 p.m.," she says.

"How are we going to get there?"

"Like I said, it's best to keep you on your toes," he replied with a smile. With a mischievous smile, he says.

Matteo nervously rubs his sweaty palms on his black jeans as he walks up to my front door, saying, "You simply roll your eyes and get in the car." I was now inside the house, pacing in the living room. I didn't know what to wear on a casual date where she wouldn't be able to wear heels. So I chose white trousers, a white tank top, a maroon scarf, cap, and combat boots as her outfit.

She curled her hair and applied her makeup as usual. But, despite the fact that they were both going on a date for the second time, she still appeared nervous.

It took Matteo a few minutes to summon the courage to knock, but once he did, he was successful.

I went completely still. Before answering the door and being welcomed by a nervous-looking Matteo, I took a few deep breaths. He was dressed in his usual style of black pants, Converse, a grey t-shirt, and a leather jacket.

Matteo gives her a short hug and says, "Um... H-hi, Love."

"Hi." She responds with a smile on her face.

Matteo smiles warmly and appears to be at ease.

"You look... lovely, Sylvie." He compliments her, his own cheeks rising to the same temperature as hers.

"Thank you very much, Matteo. You also have a nice appearance."

Before Matteo leads her to his car, they exchange a smile. He pulled out of the development and down the road after she was belted up. "So...

"How are we going to get there?" I enquires.

"I imagined we could go down to the record store." After that, perhaps head to an ice cream parlour. Then I'm going to do something else." All his nerves were swept away as he sent her a smirk.

"Aw, that sounds like a lot of fun." I responds by slowly increasing the volume of the music. We immediately smiled when a random Beatles melody began to play. It didn't take long for us to get at our destination. We were busy wandering around the store, giggling as Matteo imitated some of the artists featured on the covers. He even went out of his way to get her an old Beatles record she'd always wanted.

"Did things go well?" He inquires as he licks his cookie dough flavoured ice cream from the bowl. I gave a friendly nod and smiled.

"Yeah. It was a great time." Looking up at him, I say. I burst out laughing and brushes her thumb across his ice cream-covered lip. Matteo appeared to be enamoured with the girl at the time, mesmerised by her beauty. Before swiftly licking her finger, I gave him a feeble smile. "What's next?" I might wonder. I say something in hushed tones as they continue walking.

Matteo winked and grinned.

I had fallen asleep after about 45 minutes, but was startled awake as the automobile came to a halt. I turn around to see him photographing my drooling in my sleep. He'll never remove them, I know.

As he chuckled and placed his phone down, I smiled and sighed. I focus on our surroundings: sand, ocean, and us at the beach. The sun was setting on the sea in the background, enhancing the beauty of the pink cotton candy skies.

I return my gaze to my darling lover exiting the vehicle, and you do the same.

He takes my hand in his and gently draws me from the parking lot to the shore. When I get to the sand, I notice a picnic.

It was beautiful, candles, a basket, food, all on a red blanket so you could watch the sun set through the leaves, flashing orange and pink light through the foliage. The entire situation was like something out of a fairy tale. I wasn't expecting someone like Matteo to be so romantic, but here he was, holding my hand. Every time he smiled at me, I felt butterflies in my stomach and my heart skipped a beat.

"Did you do all of this for me?" I asked, and he genuinely listened when I said I wanted to go on a picnic.

He smiled as he took two sandwiches from the basket. "Do you mind if I bring some cupcakes and sandwiches?" He inquired.

Sitting down, I nod.

As the sun set, we ate for a bit, with me jokingly complaining about sand on my sandwiches.

Until he gets up and helps you to your feet, you both just stare at the midnight blue sky and listen to the surf. You were a little perplexed until he brought out a stero, the kind he used to irritate his neighbours.

We both laugh hysterically as he plays dumb music that we both enjoy.

He took me over to the swings, where we sat and watched the sun go down. His swing collided with mine. "Did you enjoy tonight's date?"

I moved my hair to the side as he secured it around my neck as he stood up and walked over behind me. I hugged him as I turned around.

"I adore it.Thank you so much,"I said to him.

Before kissing me, he gripped my chin and brought my face to his.

I felt a rush of joy flood through my veins, accompanied by a tingling sensation that travelled from my toes to my head.

I had to move away from him to remember how to breathe after he kissed me for a long time.

We came to a halt as my stomach grumbled loudly, flushing me.

He chuckled and said, "Let's eat dinner."

He arrived to one of those outlet malls, a "hole in the wall" restaurant, after ten minutes of driving.

We strolled into a little Chinese restaurant that smelt fantastic. Matteo ordered one dish from each menu item.

As we sat there eating and joking, I grinned. It was very relaxing to sit there and eat till I couldn't take any more.

After the majority of the food had been consumed and he had paid, his fingers began to work their magic on me.

"Would you like to leave?" With a sly grin on his face, he inquired. Did I want what he was implying? My heart skipped a beat in fear.

I locked my gaze on him, recalling what he had told me back at the house.

"Okay." I finally responded with a smile. Before we ran back to the car, he kissed me again, stopping a few times to prolong kissing. He stroked his hand up my leg the entire way home, kissing me at every stop sign.

We kissed the whole way to his room when we arrived home, banging into the wall and other things.

We were in our room before I could process anything.

I couldn't help but smile as the kissing became more intense and the clothes began to come off. I loved Matteo a lot, cant even live without him, and we were ready to get married. This wasn't my first time, but it felt like it after we were done and I lay there with my head on his chest listening to his heart beat slowly.

I sat uncomfortably on the bed as we entered his room and carefully closed and locked the door. The candlelight shone on his face as he drew closer to me through the shadows. He kissed his lips and said, "Will you allow me to make love to you?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. I couldn't say anything since I couldn't speak. He slowly removed my garments while maintaining eye contact with me. I was completely naked at this point. "Please lie down," he said as he checked my physique.

I followed the instructions. Matteo then went down on his knees and pushed me to the bed's edge, spreading my legs.

Before he started, he murmured to me in a strong seductive voice, "just relax." I could feel his cool, minty breath on my face as I walked in. He held my thighs to keep me motionless while I winced and squirmed, then leaned forward and began sucking my lips.

The sound of his lips smacking against my dripping, throbbing lady hood filled the room. I began to groan once he stuck his tongue inside of me. I saw he had been staring at me the entire time, observing all of my reactions, until I looked down to see how good he was using his tongue.

He licked and sucked my juices down his mouth till they were all gone. He got to his feet and wiped his lips. I began to take deep breaths in an attempt to catch my breath.

"Do you want me to repay the favour?" I inquired, pointing to his bulged jeans.

"No baby girl, this is your night," he said, "let me make you feel good."

I bit my lower lip as a cold shiver ran down my spine. He spoke to me in such a seductive manner, making eye contact with me. I lay back and ran my fingers through my hair as he began to take off his clothes.

I then felt him get onto the bed, and when I looked down, he was enormous, and my eyes widened in alarm. When he realised what was bothering me, he glanced at me and stroked his dick.

"Oh darling, don't be afraid; I'll take care of everything."

He stated this as he rubbed my drenched p*ssy.

He then slid closer to me, placing his hand on my knees and pushing the tip within me.

"yes," He then proceeded to fill my p*ssy to the brim with all of his dick.

He began slowly, then quickly increased his speed. The head board slammed on the wall in time with each forceful deep thrust.

Matteo began to travel quickly, quicker than any human could do, I moaned loudly and clawed his back, muttering his name.

With the movement, his pelvis brushed against my swollen clit, and his balls slapped my ass.

"I want to make you mine," he murmured, sighing in my ear.

He came inside me as well, and I bit my lip and squeezed him harder, cumming on his pulsing hard member. Matteo stood up and pulled me out after I felt a severe pain in my neck. And she started kissing my lips softly.

"shhhhh, everything is ok. Everything will be over shortly," he whispered, between kisses.

The room began to whirl, and I began to feel dizzy. Hearing Matteo's voice and feeling his lips against mine are all I recall.

The phone suddenly rang, jolting me back to reality. I turned my sight to my phone, which displayed an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, who's this?" I asked as I answered the phone. I asked again after receiving no response. "Can you tell me who's there?" But, once again, no response. When I was about to hang up, a whaspy voice replied.

"Count your days," said the voice, sending shivers down my spine. I swallowed my nerves and inquired, intrigued.

"What's your name? And what exactly are you saying?"

"If you don't forget about Matteo, I'll kill you sooner."

I was so terrified that I hurriedly hung up the phone. Who was it, exactly?

Should I tell my parents or Matteo about it? They might lock me up in the house for years if I told. Is it possible that someone played a practical joke on me? I inhaled deeply and watched a video of my date with Matteo. As I remembered those great occasions in my life, tears flowed down my face.

I was startled to hear the same voice whispering, "Sylvie," to my ears. The voice stunned me, and I dropped my phone in dread, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and my stomach cramping. There was something in the room that made me feel like I was in the presence of someone.

As a result, I hurriedly from my room and dashed downstairs to my parents' room. But I took a breather and considered the curse. They'd be tense as well because of me. I need to keep it to myself until I figure out a method.

The house doorbell rang unexpectedly, startling me. I walked to the door, digging my claws into my skin, and opened it. Matteo was standing there when I slowly opened the door. My dread, worry, agony, and sadness all vanished just by gazing at him. I was overcome with delight and wanted to wrap myself around him in a tight hug until my last breath. Dad interrogated him before I could finish my wish.