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“Yours,” I whisper, loving his possessiveness.
“Grind that pretty pussy of yours on my cock,la mia bella puttanella,” he grunts. “I want you to come.”
I do as he requests, pushing back against his thick length and grinding against him. I pull in a ragged breath. I’m enjoying this way too much. Why am I enjoying this?
He yanks on my hair, pulling my head backwards as he thrusts deeply inside of me. That’s all it takes for me to erupt once again. I fall forward, unable to hold myself up any longer. My pussy contracts around his length.
“That’s it,la mia bella puttanella. So fucking good,” he growls, his voice deep and husky. It sends shivers over my skin.
He thrusts into me once more, his cock swelling as he buries himself to the hilt inside of me. His cum fills me and he collapses over me, both of us breathing harshly.
What the fuck just happened? What changed? One minute I was beyond pissed, the next, he’s fucking me and I’m enjoying it.
His cell rings and he lifts himself off me. My heart sinks as he pulls out of me and gets to his feet. The sound of his belt buckle is loud enough to be heard over my ragged breathing. He walks away, leaving me lying naked on the floor.
Why do I always get my hopes up? I should know that he’s not going to change. All he wants is a warm body to fuck and that’s all he’ll ever see me as. I need to realize that. If I don’t, I’m just going to end up hurting.
I hear his deep voice as he talks on his cell, and I know that he’ll be leaving at any moment.
I pull myself to my feet and reach for the towel that’s discarded on the floor. I wrap it around my body and walk toward our bedroom.
“I’ll be back later,” he tells me as I enter our room. I grit my teeth as tears spring to my eyes. “Sleep. You need to recover,” he says.
I watch as he leaves. Not once does he look back. My heart cracks a little, and it’s at this moment that I realize what’s happened. Why I’m feeling this way. I thought being married would be different. I thought that if he got to know me, he’d change his mind and maybe even fall for me. But he hasn’t. Instead, he’s just treating me like the other men in my life have. Like I’m nothing but a whore.
It hurts me deeply. It affects me more than anyone else has before and it’s because I’ve fallen for him.
Oh God. I’ve fallen for him.
EIGHTEEN
TEAGAN
One month later
“Are you ready?” Jade asks me, a bright smile on her face.
She’s trying, I’ll give her that much, but the harder as she tries, the more I rebel against it. She lied to me, and I can’t deal with that. She wanted me safe, but instead, I ended up in my living Hell.
It’s been a month since Nell died, and in that time, I haven’t seen Portia. I can’t bring myself to see her. The guilt that I have about Nell dying eats away at me. It’s always there, always present. I can’t stop seeing her wide eyes and the blood blooming across her chest. It’s a sight that I’ll never forget.
“Ready,” I reply, my voice emotionless. It’s been this way for the past month. I need to keep myself detached. If I don’t, I’ll end up losing everything I am.
Elio’s hand lies against my spine. The back of my dress is non-existent. It dips low at the back, thankfully hiding the scars on my ass and thighs. Two diamond ropes hold it in place and connect to the front of the dress, which is less revealing. It’s a beautiful, black, slinky dress that has a thigh high slit on my left leg.
“You look gorgeous, Teagan,” Adelina says as she smiles.
“Thank you, as do you.” And she does. She’s wearing a red dress that clings to her body and flows down to her knees. It’s got a lot of intricate details and crystals on it.
“Let’s go,la mia bellissima moglie,” Elio says softly as his lips brush against my cheek. I shiver at the action. He’s being extremely affectionate, and I don’t know how to take it.
He helps me toward the car, keeping his hand at my back and guiding me. “You do look beautiful,” he says thickly as the car door closes behind me. I stare at him in shock as he moves around the vehicle and enters the other side.
“What’s happening?” I ask softly, feeling heat rising through my cheeks.
Emiliano starts the car. The lights from the other vehicle’s headlights light up the interior of our own, and I’m able to see Elio’s brows knit together. “What do you mean?”
“You’re being nice, affectionate, sweet. All those things have never happened before, and I don’t understand why now.”
