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I force myself away from her, pulling my still hard cock from her fucked sore hole and looking down at the red marks I've made on her body. She’s going to bruise so beautifully for me.
She watches me uncuff her from her restraints, and I try to forget that her next test will be the biggest of them all.
“Soon.” I give her a sad smile, lifting her into my arms and cradling her tight to my chest. “But first, I need to tell you a story.”
My body feels exhausted as Rafe lifts me up, and I manage to wrap my tired arms around his neck before resting my cheek against his chest and allowing myself his comfort. I close my eyes so that I don’t have to look at the body on the floor when Rafe steps around him and carries me toward the stairs.
I wonder why I don’t really care that he’s dead. Maybe it’s because I never got to know the man, or perhaps Raphael has put such a blackness inside me that nothing he does matters anymore. The only emotion I feel as I’m lifted up the stairs is relief.
Relief that I survived his test and we can go back to being a family again.
He carries me into his office and places me on his desk. I think for a moment that he’s going to fuck me again, then I vaguely recall him saying something downstairs about telling me a story.
When I look up at him, there’s still so much anguish left inside him. It fills me with concern for what’s coming next. He takes a seat in his chair, taking my legs and stretching them so he can rest himself between them.
“I want us to start fresh. I don’t want to keep secrets from you anymore,” he tells me softly, and I wonder what other secrets he could possibly have. “I’m going to tell you about something that happened. Something that only myself and Adriano know about. Then once you’ve heard it, I’m gonna ask you if you’re still capable of loving me.”
I nod my head back at him, hating the weakness in his voice. Raphael doesn’t do weak. He’s always so strong and demanding. Whatever it is he wants to tell me must be bad to warrant this reaction.
He scrubs his hand over his face in frustration, and I quickly take it in mine and squeeze it inside my palm.
“Tell me everything. I love you, Rafe.”
He smiles back at me gratefully, but he doesn’t seem at all convinced.
“I always wanted what my father had,” he starts. “He had a woman who loved him unconditionally, a family, a fortune, and everyone’s respect. Where we lived, my father was the town’s version of a messiah. He took care of everyone, fixed church roofs, and put his money into education. To everyone who thought they knew him, he was generous and kind. I always wondered how Adriano and myself would ever precede his reputation.” Rafe smiles to himself as he squeezes my hand a little tighter like he needs it as a reminder that I’m still with him.
“When I was fifteen, I found out what my father really did to make his money. By then, Adriano was already letting him down. He’d been arrested for drug offenses and was always mixing with the wrong people. Father was furious at him for tarnishing our family name. And so it was me who he decided to educate about the family business.”
“Did your mother know what he did?” I interrupt, wondering how a woman can be okay knowing her husband exploits women to pay for her earrings.
“I’m told my mother knew, but she pretended that part of my father’s life didn’t exist. I guess I wanted you to do the same.” He looks at me regretfully.
“You never gave me that choice, Raphael,” I remind him.
“I didn’t want to lose you,” he confesses.
“I’m yours. I have been from the start. You’ll never let me leave. How could you have lost me?”
“Because I felt myself starting to earn your heart, and I liked the way it felt. I wanted every single piece of you to be given up to me willingly, not stolen or snatched.” I blush at his raw honesty. “That’s what I stood to lose and why I couldn’t tell you.”
I decide I like honest Rafe, even if he does make me conflicted.
“My father was great at pretending to be a good man. At first, I wondered how he did it, and then in time, I learned to do it too. I smiled at people during holy communion on the same day that I went to my father’s properties and watched how his trainers manipulated women into needy little fuck-toys.”
I try to hide the shock on my face, hearing that a fourteen-year-old boy would have ever been subjected to that.
“There was a lot of pressure on my shoulders back then to be the Verretti heir my father wanted. Adriano was always letting him down. He was already close to disowning him.” Rafe’s hands slide over my thigh as I nod back understandingly.
“Then there was a girl. She lived in our town, and my parents liked her family because they were Italian like us.” I shift uncomfortably, feeling pathetic for suddenly being jealous of this girl.
“Gina was a good person. When things got too serious at home, she showed me how to have fun. With her, I did all the things that teenagers should do. We built a shelter in the woods together. Stole booze from my parents’ cabinet and snuck out at night to be together.” He smiles to himself as the memories play themselves out in his head.
“Then I made a mistake that would shape the rest of my life.” His smile quickly drops, and all his pain is back again. “One night, me and Gina drank far too much of my mother’s vodka, and I told her about what my father did. Then things got more serious. I’d seen what my father’s men did to the women they trained. Gina had a sheltered upbringing. Her parents were strict and never spoke to her about sex. She was intrigued and begged me to show her. So I did, right there in the woods. I took her virginity, and I’ve regretted it every day of my life since.” He hangs his head, and I feel the tension in his fingers when they grip at my thigh.
“What happened, Rafe?” I whisper, fearing that he won’t have the strength to continue.
“It was three months after that we found out she was pregnant with my child. She’d been getting sick a lot and felt tired. Her mother was trying to get her to see a doctor, but Gina knew what it was and was too scared to tell her. She told me when she’d run out of ways to keep it a secret. I swear to you, Riley, I’ve never been more scared in my life. I knew my father would be furious. That our actions would ruin his reputation, and I couldn’t bear to have him hate me the way he did Adriano.”
