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Alessandro lies beside me on the bed, caressing my back.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You have no choice.”
“Yes, I do. You can’t force me to do what you want. Is that why you left that night? Did my scars gross you out when you were fucking me from behind?” I spit at him.
I have had multiple surgeries to repair the burn tissue that happened to me in the explosion. While my face has no residual scar tissue, I don’t look like the woman I used to. However, there are still scars on my back. Some burn tissue extends to my upper left hip, but not much.
I will never wear a two-piece to the beach, only a one-piece swimsuit.
“Did it feel like I was grossed out when I was fucking you?” he returns just as cruelly.
I sit up on the bed, rolling my eyes. “I don’t want to do this with you.”
“You don’t want to do this, but I’m asking you as a genuinely concerned man.”
“It’s in the past! Can we let it go?”
“Sure,” he replies solemnly before reaching for my hand.
“What’re you doing?”
“I need to feed you. I have wasted enough of your energy, amore mio. Now it’s time for me to replenish your strength.”
“What about you? Don’t you wanna fuck?” I challenge.
Animosity is growing within me, and I know it stems from my insecurities and emotional pain. I’ve always known that if I were to go through with this plan, he would see the scars, but every time that thought occurred, I pushed it to the back of my head. I convinced myself it wouldn’t be a big deal.
But it is.
“No, I don’t want to fuck,” he growls.
“Why not?”
“Your attitude is pissing me the fuck off, Mila. Get up and let’s eat,” he orders before stalking from the room.
I remain on the bed for a few minutes before hearing him call me from the front.
“Mila!”
The thunder of his voice causes me to jump. Fine, he can be in control for now.
I grab my robe again and head to the front where he’s at.
“Take that robe off,” he orders when I arrive at the table.
“Excuse me?”
“When you’re with me, unless we’re at a restaurant, I want you naked when we eat.”
“What?” I huff.
“I want to bask in everything that’s you. Your body is beautiful, Mila, and so is your aroma. If I should get the yearning to taste you, I don’t want shit to stop me.”
I search his eyes, and while I want to say, “Fuck you,” I think it would be futile to my mission. So, I nod in acquiescence and drop my robe.
All the food that we’ve forgotten about is still covered and warm.
Honestly, I have lost my appetite, but I’ll eat. I’ll check my attitude and lure him back to my bed, and then I will fuck Alessandro DeLuca senseless.
