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“Milana?”
“Do you miss me?”
I’m changing the subject and fishing for compliments, attention. I want him to miss me. Because I miss him. Not only the sex. Although, I do miss that. Being with Stefano feels degrading. And I can only pretend so much. I miss the conversations I had with Salvatore. The companionship.
“Yes.”
“Can you see me here? I mean, from the cameras?”
He’s quiet a moment, then finally answers, “If I wanted to.”
“But you don’t.”
“I won’t. Good night, Milana.”
He disconnects, and I toss the phone to the floor, letting the tears fall.
28
Salvatore
Can you see me?
Jesus, it hadn’t even occurred to me. My father invades others’ privacy. Not me. Although I’ve had access for years, I’ve chosen not to check the cameras. Had no reason to before. I do now.
Her voice on the phone was tortured. She was in the bathtub again, but there wasn’t a playfulness to her tone. I stood there listening to her, knowing she was naked, my cock hard as stone. And I disconnected, knowing the conversation was going somewhere I didn’t want it to.
Yes, I fucking miss her. Every damn thing about her. But she’s his now. If I try to take her, he’ll kill us both. That’s not part of my plans.
Still, an hour later, I find myself opening the home security app on my phone. My mom’s birthday is the passcode. He hasn’t bothered to change it. I lay back on my pillows, flipping from one camera view to the next. The kitchen. The library. The office. His bedroom.
A groan fills my ears.Hisfucking moan. I try to avert my gaze, but I’m drawn to the screen. It’s like watching a car crash. You don’t want to see it but can’t look away.
“Fuck me, sweetheart. Ride my cock. That’s it, baby.”
Milana grinds on him, her movements slow and seductive. He pistons his hips, roughly squeezing her ass.
I’ve been there. Been so desperate to come while she fucked me slowly and deliberately. I reach one hand beneath my sheets and grip my dick, stroking in sync with her pace. Unable to keep my eyes off her.
She arches her body, her head falling back. The camera is right above her, providing me with a perfect view of her tits. She opens her eyes, her green gaze capturing my own. She knows I’m watching. She wants me watching. Wants to torture me with the fact that I did this. This is all my fault.
Tears streak down her cheeks, damn near breaking me. Then, she licks her lips, staring at the camera while she fucks him. I stroke my dick harder, faster, as if punishing it for letting her go.
Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she sucks them in one by one, then licks her middle finger, flipping me off, before trailing it down her body.
Fuck you, Salvatore.
She mouths the words, and I come all over my sheets.
29
Milana
The next two weeks go by almost in a blur. I’ve spent the majority of my time in my bedroom, keeping my distance from Stefano as much as possible. The rest of my time has been spent shopping. He’s tasked me with planning our wedding. I’ve used it as an excuse to avoid him.
My mother has been helping me but I’m lacking motivation. I can’t say he’s been unkind to me. That’s not the case. If anything, he seems to be going out of his way to accommodate me. I keep waiting for that to change. For him to show me the real him lurking beneath the surface.
I don’t love him and it’s not possible that I ever will. He won me as a prize and he’s treated me like a sex slave. He says this is normal, but there isn’t a damn thing normal about this situation. It doesn’t matter that this is common in our families. It shouldn’t be. Women shouldn’t be treated like cattle.
