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I’m a wreck.
“You don’t have to see him again,” Fynn says quietly. “I didn’t know the nature of your relationship with your father. Casso thought you might like to see him in a controlled environment. I can see that we were wrong.”
“It’s not your fault,” I say, shaking my head. “I should’ve known I might run into him. I just… wasn’t prepared.”
“He hurt you badly. It’s okay to still be angry.”
“I don’t know if you’ll ever understand how badly. He broke my mother, Fynn. She was a husk of herself for a very long time after he walked out, and even when I was a little ten-year-old girl, I knew he wrecked something important inside of her. I never forgave him for that and I don’t think I ever will.”
“I won’t ask you to.” He pulls back slightly and tilts my chin toward him. “Don’t worry about dinner tonight. I’ll walk you to your room, and in the morning, we’ll do our session. Afterward, I’ll take you to apologize to Casso.”
“I can do that.”
“Good.” His hand on my lower back tightens. “You’re okay. I promise.”
My heart skips a beat as he looks into my eyes, and I tilt my chin up, suddenly desperate for him. I stand on my toes and kiss the corner of his mouth, kiss his cheek, his lips, and he sucks in a breath almost like he’s trying to resist some impossible force, and he kisses me back, suddenly grabbing me tighter and pulling me against him. I tumble into that kiss, even though I didn’t want to do this, I didn’t want it at all, but now that he’s here and we’re close, I can’t help myself. He kisses like heaven, like candy, and I can’t stop this constant, aching want.
He breaks it off. He’s breathing hard and I can tell it’s taking significant self-control to stop himself from doing more. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to spank you regardless of what I just said,” he purrs at me and his hand moves down to squeeze my ass. He grips it hard and his jaw works. “But I think that’s a bad idea right now.”
“Do you really care what’s a good idea and what’s a bad one?”
He squeezes tighter and releases me, stepping back like he’s tearing himself away.
“Come on. I’ll walk you to your room.”
Disappointment pulses through me. But why do I care? I shake my head and move away from him and toward the door.
“No, that’s okay. I can manage.”
“Are you sure?”
“Stay here and rest. Or do a stretching routine. Doctor’s orders.”
He only watches me with a deep frown as I slip away.
I walk fast through the halls. I couldn’t stay there a moment longer, because if I did, I would’ve done something stupid. Something dirty and wrong, something to complicate this already complicated situation even more.
Something I want so badly it’s like a buzz between my legs.
Chapter 11
Fynn
Mirella is nervous the next morning after our session. She’s not happy about having to apologize, but this is important to our family. I’m exhausted and in pain, but that’s nothing new—every day is excruciating, but I swear, each morning I wake up with a little more mobility, a little more flexibility. I’m coming back, a tiny bit at a time.
“You’ll be fine,” I say, trying to reassure her. “Casso knows we’re coming.”
She nods slightly, wringing her hands together. She’s wearing her usual “professional” outfit of a collared shirt and yoga pants that make her ass look like heaven. It takes all my strength not to slap it constantly, not to pull her into my lap and spank her until she screams for me to fuck her pussy with my fingers. God, she’s a wild temptation, and I don’t know how I stand it. Each session we spend is a fresh hell, from the physical toll it takes on my still-healing body to the mental strain from keeping my hands to myself. She has no idea how good I’ve been and how bad I want to be.
Last night, she looked at me like she wanted me to split her wide open and fuck her raw and deep. Her cheeks were tear-streaked but her eyes were full of lust in a way I’ve never seen from a woman before, like the only thing that might take away some of her pain was the sweet oblivion of an orgasm only I can provide. She wanted me, right then and there in that gym, and any other time I would’ve taken her and indulged in the delicious pleasures of her skin. My body thrums for her like a magnet looking for its partner, but last night she was too emotional, too fucked up from seeing her father, and I held back.
I don’t want her to regret it when I finally fuck her deep and rough.
