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She’s not going fast, but she must have been going for some time. She’s in a white tank top that is soaked through with sweat, so much so that I can tell she’s not wearing a bra.
The thought that my guards could see her like this angers me, but they’re keeping out of sight, which is probably the best thing they can do right now if they know me well enough.
Kira glances up into the mirror and see’s me. She presses the stop button on the treadmill and climbs off. She wraps a towel around her neck, walks toward me, and then brushes past me.
Bitch.
I grab her arm and pull her back to me, her body pressing against me.
“You will greet me when you see me in my home,” I growl.
“I’m not your fucking slave,” she snaps back, trying to pull out of my grasp, but I’m stronger than her.
The fire in her eyes, her visible skin through her sweat-soaked top. It drives me wild, so I kiss her hungrily. She fights against me, trying to push me away as I force my tongue into her. I break the kiss and loosen my grip. She pushes me and runs down the hallway to her room. I hear her door slam shut.
I shouldn’t have done that.
I shouldn’t lose control like that…if my family found out.
I go to my own room and shut the door, my dick straining in my pants.
I strip down and let my dick spring up. I could take a cold shower, let my body calm down, and let my dick soften, but it’s been a while.
I turn on the hot water tap, and the shower hisses on, water thundering down from the three shower heads—each side and above. I love this shower. I slip under the water and sigh, closing my eyes. I put my left hand against the wall and take my dick in my right. It twitches in my hand, the veins popping. I move my head slowly up and down at first, thinking about that first time in my room and how she felt so tight around me. I think about her curvaceous body. I remember her taste, that twang that ignited my senses. I pump my hand faster, picturing her spread in front of me, touching herself as I watch from a chair in front of the bed. Her cheeks flushed as her fingers danced inside and around her clit. Her clit is so sensitive. I remember how easily I could drive her wild.
I grunt and pump a little slowly until the thick cum spurts out of my dick and hits the wall, only to be washed away by the hot water. I let go of my dick and stand on shaky legs. This is getting out of control. I can’t reignite my feelings for her. There’s nothing left between us.
Chapter 17 - Kira
He kissed me! The monster fucking kissed me as though he owned me. I won’t lie. The familiarity of the kiss stirred some feelings within me, but how fucking dare he. I am not his possession to do with what he likes, and I certainly don’t want to encourage this behavior.
He says I’m the monster, but he is so cold, so heartless, and then he does something like this, and I’m left wondering about everything.
What did I do that was so terrible to him? I was taken away from him, but surely he could get over that. We weren’t together that long, well, long enough to conceive a child.
Maybe I should tell him about Raphael? Maybe he would let me go? But there are other things that worry me about him finding out about our son. What if he takes him away? What if he kidnaps Raphael and tries to groom him to be the next Don? What if I never see my son again? What if he turns Raphael against me?
I’ve always been candid with Raphael about his father. I told him the truth, his father didn’t know about him, but his father was a dangerous man and was dangerous to our family. We had to protect our family at all costs.
Would Raphael be taught otherwise? Would he believe otherwise when he learns that his father is now Don of a very powerful family?
How powerful is the Rossi family? Especially given that Miguel would cross the Sorvino family. I know my family is the most powerful in New York.
I lie restless in bed, staring out the window and dreaming of my freedom. I didn’t have this problem in Italy. I resent Alessandro for bringing me back now. Yes, I missed my family, but Raphael and I lived a good life at the villa. A safe life.
I eventually doze off because the sun is rising when I open my eyes again. I get up, feeling stiff and sore, and go shower. The hot water washes over me and relaxes my stiff muscles.
I rewash my hair, mostly because I’m bored, and I want to cost Miguel as much as possible by using up all the products he had bought. The shower doesn’t take long, but I feel it’s much needed.
I get out and get dressed, leaving my hair wet, and tentatively try the door. It’s unlocked, so I open it to see Jarred standing guard across the hall. He inclines his head in greeting, but I ignore him.
I walk out and go downstairs. The sun is now fully risen, and there is activity in the kitchen. I wish I could check it out. Obviously, I love the kitchen so much and would love to cook up my own food to pass the time. I wonder if Miguel would let me, probably not because he doesn’t want me near knives.
I don’t blame him. Personally, I’d totally try to escape using a kitchen knife.
I walk into the dining room, where Miguel is sitting reading his paper. I sit down and start on my breakfast. Another full English breakfast again, how boring.
“What did I tell you about greeting me in my home?” he asks from behind his newspaper.
