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“My daughter isn’t going anywhere with you.” I wanted to believe my father was protecting me, but past experience told me he was defending himself. His assets.
“I thought it was clear you weren’t calling the shots anymore, Gio,” Adam smirked, a sadistic gleam in his expression. “Besides, she’s already damaged goods. I made sure of that, right?”
The air rushed from my lungs as he dragged me towards the car. I was so shocked at his insult I didn’t fight. I caught a glimpse of my father’s enraged face as Adam shoved me into the backseat without finesse or care. It was the first time my father had ever seemed small to me. Impotent.
Before I knew it, we were sitting next to each other as we drove through the city.
Damaged goods? That’s what he thought of me? That’s how he saw me?
I blinked away the tears. Refusing to let them fall. To let him affect me. Except he’d infected every aspect of my life.
Instead of being married off like Zara, I was now on the outskirts of my family. Completely alone. Because of him. Because I thought he was different. Because I’d been foolish enough to love him.
15
Ariella
Icouldn’t breathe as we drove through the city. Every time I inhaled, all I got was his woody scent. It brought with it memories that I couldn’t stand to think about. I couldn’t put the boy I’d known together with the man in front of me. It felt like two different people.
The Adam I knew was sweet and kind. The one beside me was mean and ruthless. He hurt me just because he could. Because he got some sick enjoyment out of it.
“What are you looking so pissed off about?” My mouth pulled tight as he addressed me. My fingers dug into my arms as I crossed them over my chest.
“Seriously?” I scoffed. “You make a comment like that to my father, and you wonder why I’m pissed?Vaffanculo.” Fuck you.
He smirked as his eyes raked down my body. I tightened my arms around myself, trying to hide my hardening nipples from his gaze. How could I be turned on by him when I also wanted to smash my fist into his handsome face?
“Such a dirty mouth.” His tongue peeked out, running along his lower lip. “I remember when you used that mouth for something much more satisfying than cursing at me.”
“That was a long time ago.” I turned my head to the window. I told myself it was so I could ignore him, but really, I didn’t want him to see the blush staining my cheeks.
The problem with only having slept with one guy was he filled my mind. All my fantasies starred him. All my experiences were with him. I had nothing else to remember. Nothing to compare it to.
Goosebumps broke out along my skin as his arm brushed mine. The fabric of his suit made my body tingle even as I wished he would go away. But also wished I could touch him.
My heart smacked into my ribs as I felt his breath ghost down my neck. His lips touched the shell of my ear as he whispered. “You used to like pissing off your father. You craved it. You craved me.”
That wasn’t true. I was afraid of my father. I didn’t want him to find out about Adam. But I’d been young and dumb.
I thought our love could conquer all. I wasn’t that naïve anymore. But it seemed my body wasn’t getting that message.
My breasts strained against my dress as my chest rapidly rose and fell. My pulse beat an erratic rhythm as his lips brushed across it. My eyes slammed shut as I tilted my head, giving him better access.
I should stop this. After what he’d done the other day. The comment he’d made earlier. It was clear what I was to him.
A pawn. I was disposable. A tool to use against my father.
But some small part of me hoped the real Adam was still inside. And maybe I could bring him out. It wouldn’t fix what had happened in the past or recently.
Maybe if that guy came back, I wouldn’t hurt as much. I might be able to stand next to him and not feel the war inside me. The desire to touch him, fighting with the burning need to cry.
I kept my face turned away, trying to control myself. But I was helpless as his hand landed on my thigh. His fingers stroked the bare skin where the slit in my dress exposed me.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I whispered as I flicked my gaze to the front of the car. But the driver seemed to be unaware of us. Or he was really good at ignoring what his passengers did.
“Reminding you of how much you liked it.” Adam’s voice was husky. Full of dirty promises as his hand slid higher up my leg.
I needed to shove him away. Or move to the other side of the limo. Instead, I sat frozen. No, I was burning alive, waiting to see what he’d do next. He pushed my legs apart, and I let them fall open.
