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“What time is it?” My voice sounds weak and fearful, laden with sleep and ignorance.
“Seven. We have a busy day ahead.”
As I glance at him from under my sleep encrusted lashes, I’m doubtful he even slept at all last night. His hair is tousled and his jawline darker than yesterday as the shadow on it intensifies. His eyes are red and hold a weariness in them that I’m certain resides there in perpetuity. I’m guessing his life is no bed of roses either, courtesy of the job he does and for some reason, I pity him for that.
Mafia is a way of life that you either choose unwillingly or are born into it and his is the latter. Taught from an early age what it means to survive this world and I know a lot about that.
I swallow hard when I register he’s shirtless but thankfully no longer streaked in another man’s blood and the scent heading toward my heart like a wrecking ball is all man and devastating for my libido. I hate that I want him so badly. That I see past this situation and crave just one taste, making a mockery of my vow of celibacy. Just one sniff and one blinding look at this man has rendered that vow meaningless.
He stands and reaches for my hand, and I catch my breath at the dark glittering eyes that devour me with just one look and as I stumble to his side, I’m glad of the strength he possesses as he prevents me from making an idiot of myself before the day has even begun.
I follow him to the bathroom and shiver when he turns to me and with one surprising move, tears the t-shirt from my body as if it’s paper.
I squeal and try to cover my modesty as he flicks on the shower and laughs softly, “Get used to it, baby girl. All the time you are with me, I will do with you whatever the fuck I like. Nothing has changed since yesterday except the way I will use you to rid the world of your bitch of a sister.”
I don’t even have time to process his words before he pulls down his sweatpants and my attention is grabbed by the sheer size of the cock pointing angrily in my direction and as I swallow hard at the sight of it, his amusement makes me hate myself already and I doubt it will be the last time today.
“Do you want some of this? Do you want to know what it’s like with me inside you?”
“No!” I bark out and close my eyes so he can’t witness my lying first hand.
“Liar.” A low hiss by my ear causes me to screw my eyes shut even tighter and then his warm hand lies flat against my abdomen as he caresses it with a surprisingly light touch. His husky voice is close to my ear as he whispers, “I’ve thought of you all night. What you would taste like, how loud you can scream in ecstasy. What it would be like to own such a beauty. I couldn’t sleep from a burning need to experience something pure. Do you understand what that’s like, baby?”
His voice has changed and softly caresses my soul, calming it and bringing it firmly under his spell and I nod, my eyes closed against reality as I let his words soothe away the burn that being with him brings.
His lips rest against mine and my mind explodes like a lit firework. Images of skin on skin. Hot emotion pours through my body, burning like a river of the damned as my body betrays me in a spectacular fashion.
CHAPTER16
DOM
Iam torturing myself. It started when I left her last night. I couldn’t shake the image of her naked and waiting for me. In my mind, she is Diana and I have such a burning need for that woman. An ache that prevents me from carrying on without feeling it at every turn and every movement. A desire that will not fade and an urgent need to have one more moment with her.
I try to remind myself that this woman is not Diana. An imitation, a carbon copy, and an impersonator, if I have my way.
However, Flora is fast becoming the woman Diana should have been. Soft, vulnerable, and innocent with steel running through her veins as she faces a hard life and moves through it with a bravery that should have been destroyed by now.
I am conflicted and when I see Flora staring at me through eyes brimming with tears, with an urgent need she can’t disguise, giving me permission to do what the fuck I want, I almost can’t hold back. I could have been there already. Tested my infatuation with a woman who certainly looks like the one I fell in love with but with none of the hard edges. At least that’s how it appears.
Her breath is soft and warm against my lips, her naked body shivering more with need than fear. I recognize the signs. I can tell when a woman wants me. Usually a whore or a woman plucked from obscurity to satisfy an urge that never passes. Now is my chance to test my emotions, tentatively, with care, hoping I’m not completely broken beyond repair because of one seductress who destroyed everything I ever wanted.
I reach out and touch the soft skin that flushes prettily as she stares into my eyes. I stare deeper and search for any hint of her true nature. Is she as pure as she makes out? Was she damaged as much as I was? Her breathing is rapid, and her pupils dilate as I run my thumb across those wet lips and hiss as an overpowering need catches me off guard. It’s undeniable I want this woman, but is it the one standing before me, or the one hundreds of miles away plotting my downfall?
The desire is overwhelming me, dragging me down and into a place I lived once. A place I vowed never to go again when I left what was left of my heart there. I can’t inflict that same torture on my soul, knowing that once again it will be taken from me.
Flora isnotDiana, I must keep reminding myself of that and to prove that more to myself than her, I push her, so she stumbles against the tiles, and I hiss, “Clean yourself up, we have dragons to slay.”
I turn away so she can’t witness the yearning in my eyes. The need to experience one final taste of something I resigned myself to losing what seems like a lifetime ago.
The sound of the water gushing from the showerhead may as well be my soul crying a river of damnation because I am under no illusions that woman crushed my soul to dust under her dainty heel.
I stare at the floor until the shower is silenced and I am in tune to every move she makes, even though it appears I’m disinterested. What a fucking joke that is. I am more than interested, desperately so, and it’s only my hatred of Diana that is preventing me from exploring this desire for her sister.
A soft cough alerts me to her presence, and I raise my eyes and watch as she hovers nervously by my side.
“Um, I’ve finished.”
“Obviously.” I snarl sarcastically and, grabbing her wrist, I pull her down to the floor so she is kneeling before me, with a look of startled surprise and a fear I can almost touch.
