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Who the fuck would ever refuse this? The way he has complete control, but only in this moment, is such a turn-on. I can’t handle it for much longer.
He tightens his hold as my nails draw blood, and it trickles down his hand, then his arm. I open my mouth as I try to inhale as much air as I can.
“What I wouldn’t give to fucking deface this perfect skin of yours. Fucking make a mess out of something so goddamn beautiful. Leave welts and fucking bruises all over you.”
He tries to slow down but shakes his head and picks up the pace again, clearly unable to control himself. A third orgasm hits as he reaches down and thumbs my clit, and I think about how, for some reason, for some probably really fucked-up reason, I want to see his bruises on my skin.
I am so fucked.
Before I can say anything to him, he’s coming inside of me and slowing his thrusts, not giving a shit to pull out, and I don’t stop him. It feels like a high I’ve never experienced as he lets go and slams his forehead into mine while we both collapse against each other.
Sweaty.
And spent.
And not the least bit fucking sorry.
12
NICCOLÒ
Her long blonde hair flutters in the wind as I chase her around the perimeter of the house—which is quite large. She keeps looking back and smiling, giggling when she sees I’m still far enough behind her for her to feel safe. The blue ribbon in her hair matches her eyes, and I am positively in love with her.
Kenzie Marshall is my first love.
And I always let her win when we play tag.
I also like to slip her notes under her door after we’re all supposed to be sleeping. She and her mother live with us, in a separate wing of the house, because her mother works for us. And secretly, Kenzie and I play and spy on my dad when his friends come over, trying to listen into his study by cupping our ears to the door.
“Niccolò Amato!”
My father’s booming voice shakes me as Kenzie and I round the corner, and he grabs her by her hair and flings her in front of him.
“What have I told you about making nice with the people who are here to serve us?” my dad screams.
Kenzie starts to cry, but he only strengthens his hold on her hair until her feet are inching off the grass and her toes are the only part of her still touching the ground.
“Put her down, Dad!” I scream right back, forgetting my place, because right now, all that matters is that he doesn’t hurt her. “Dad!”
He throws her to the ground, and I rush to try and go to her side, but suddenly Gabriel Jr. is on me, holding me back from her.
“Kenzie! It’s okay! I’m so sor—”
Pop! Pop, pop, pop!
Her body catapults backward on the ground, but her blood and chunks of her skin and…something else…fly at me and land on my face and my chest. My heart starts clamoring in my chest and my eyes widen as I see what used to be the girl I love—only now her face is a mangled mess. She’s unrecognizable.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I let out horrified sobs and thrash in Gabriel Jr.’s arms, trying to break free from his hold. He’s so much bigger than me. His twelve years to my nine.
I try to speak, but I can’t form words. I start to violently shake as Gabriel Jr. pulls me away and into the house, leaving Kenzie out on the lawn by herself.
“That will teach you a lesson, son,” my father says. “Do not touch what is not yours to touch. Look what happens. You ruin beautiful things.”
“Niccolò,”a voice says, pulling me from the nightmare of a memory I try hard to never get lost in.
Somehow, she always comes back to me. Gabriel’s words from all those years ago still fucking ignite fury and failure in my bones.
I probably have myself to thank this time. For what I did with Evelina. What I fucking swore I wouldn’t do. I told myself I wouldn’t touch her. That I’d have to be content looking from afar.
