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Her breasts are smaller than most women I’ve been with, but they’re still a nice handful, and my fingers itch to play with her pebbled nipples. Hear her gasp, and feel her squirm as I squeeze them, making her feel the sensations that will have her wet and wild for me. I slide my gaze down her stomach to between her thighs. Her pubic hair is the same color as on her head, though neatly trimmed. I’ll have to see about getting her waxed. Still, that’s not something for now.
I lift my gaze to hers, and I hear her sharp intake of breath when I toe off my shoes and push my pants down, kicking them off. “In,” I order her gruffly, pointing toward the shower.
She stiffly walks over to the shower, shivering as she walks in and presses herself as tight as she can to the back of the shower. I follow her in, flicking on the water, the body and rainfall showerheads hitting us both. I point at the shampoo and hold out my hand.
She hesitates but grabs it from the bench seat, handing it to me. As I wash my hair, I watch her, amused when she tries to look at any and everything but me. “I would suggest getting clean,topolina,” I tell her after rinsing out my hair.
Her eyes come up to mine, before they slide away quickly. “I-I will once you’re finished,” she manages to get out, though it sounds like a struggle.
I bite back the impatient sound that wants to come from my throat, and instead I tell her gruffly, “No. Get clean now, Gia. I’m not waiting in here for you, and I’m not getting out until we’re both done.”
Her eyes come back to mine, flashing angrily. “What? Do you think I’m going to try and run out of here naked if you’re not in here with me? I’m in the shower with a naked man, so I think I have a right to be uncomfortable.”
“But I am no regular man,topolina,” I reminder her, taking her in. “I’m the man that’s going to know you intimately, and there is nothing that I haven’t seen before.” Her body flushes at my words, but she doesn’t move. “Now, you can either wash yourself, or I can do it for you. I know which I would prefer, but for now, that choice is up to you.”
“God, you’re a bastard,” she mutters, and then reaches for the shampoo bottle I hold out to her. She turns her back to me as she pours shampoo into her hands before setting the bottle down. I take her in, my dick throbbing as I watch as she pulls some sort of string out of her hair and her thick, dark tresses tumble down her back. Who knew such a sight could be so erotic?
I don’t move as she continues to wash her hair, the water and soap cascading over her curvy body, making my hands itch to follow it. And when she tilts her head back to rinse the final bit out, her body arches forward, and I see the tops of her breasts, making me nearly groan. Fuck, this is torture. I should never have agreed to keep my hands to my-damn-self. But I stay still, unmoving, just watching, even as the water pours over me.
When she finally finishes, I bite back another groan and step forward until my body brushes her back briefly. I don’t touch her with my hands, but by the way she stiffens, I know she can feel me. “Pass me the soap,topolina,” I order in a low voice. She moves slowly and stiffly, letting her hair fall in front of her face and over her breasts, obstructing my view.
I look at the smooth line of her neck and shoulders, but I stiffen when I continue down further. There, on her back, in small faded lines, are scars. Fury surges through me. Before I can reason with myself, I reach up and grab the back of her neck, making her gasp. I can feel the pulse in her neck starting to pound fast and hard under my hand.
I bring my other hand up and trace along a few of the scars that criss-cross. Her body goes still as stone, and even with the sound of the water and rage filling my ears, I hear and feel her swallow hard. “Who?” I grit out between clenched teeth. She doesn’t answer, just stares straight ahead, small trembles moving through her body. “I want an answer, Giulia. Who did this to you?”
“I’m sure you can figure it out,” she mumbles tightly.
I let go of her neck, but put my hand on her shoulder, spinning her around to face me. She stares up at me, shocked. “I will not ask you again, Giulia,” I growl, staring down at her. “Who. Did. This. To. You?”
“They took turns. My father used me as a teaching tool to show my brothers how to keep women in line. I was seventeen, and when they were done, my father had a surgeon clean me up as best as he could because he said that he didn’t want to risk my being damaged goods to whoever he married me off to.”
Those fucking bastards. I’ll enjoy killing them all. “And they never did it again?”
She gives a small shake of her head. “My father forbade it. Even though Marco wanted to since he had gotten so little time to practice on me.”
Her statements are matter-of-fact, but there is no mistaking the pain in her eyes. I’ve always known her family were bastards, but knowing they caused her this pain for no reason other than they needed a body to use, infuriates me. If it wouldn’t fuck up my plans, I would go and kill them all now, but it will have to wait. Instead, I focus on the woman in front of me. “But just because it was forbidden, doesn’t mean it stopped.”
She hesitates. “Marco tried once, but one of my father’s men saw him carrying me crying down to the basement, pleading with him to let me go, and my father came before Marco could land one lash. He took a beating from my father for going against orders, and he blamed me. Said I should have kept my mouth shut. So Marco beat me until I had a swollen eye, cracked ribs, and a broken arm. My father didn’t stop him from doing any of that.”
“Which arm?” I ask, barely able to get the words between my teeth. My jaw aches from clenching it so hard. She moves her left arm, and I wrap my hand around her wrist, moving my fingers up and over her smooth skin. There is no sign of the break any longer, but I feel her stiffen when I reach her forearm, and then again when I reach above her elbow. “He broke it in two places?” She slowly nods. I remove my hand from her arm, but then move to the other one. “And this arm?”
She blinks at me before answering softly, “Sebastian and Mateo broke my wrist when I was fifteen because I put my hand up to block their blows.”
I lift her wrist to inspect it closer, but once again, it seems her father ensured it healed because I can’t see any imperfections. Surprising even myself, I press my lips to the underside of her wrist, before lowering it back down and letting go. Her eyes widen on me as I look at her. “It will never happen again,” I tell her in a low voice. She doesn’t reply, not that I really expected her to. “Hand me the soap,topolina.”She turns to do as ordered, handing it to me. I briskly wash myself, before handing it to her. “Finish up.” Then I open the door of the shower, stepping out and grabbing a towel.
I briskly dry off before heading into my closet to put on a pair of sleep pants, and grab a t-shirt for her to sleep in. At the last moment, I grab her a pair of my boxers, though I would prefer she didn’t wear anything underneath. Still, why tempt myself?
I walk back into the bathroom, leaving the shirt and boxers for her with a towel. I stare at the steamed glass for a moment before grabbing my phone from the vanity and sending a text to Dante as I walk out of the bathroom.
Me: I want all the information you have on the De Luca men. Including the uncle and cousins.
Dante is quick to respond.
Dante: I’ll have it on your desk in the morning.
I set my phone down on my nightside, and turn to look out the window. I look down at the garden as I try to sort my thoughts. Knowing how brutally treated Gia was has me feeling things that I have never felt before. I want to avenge her, make her father and brothers suffer as she has suffered. That tiny slip of a woman stood no chance against them. And they knew it.
God, this woman is messing with my head in ways I can’t even begin to understand. If my father were still alive, he would be furious with me. He always said women were for nothing more than breeding and to take the edge off. Never to interfere with business. That I wasn’t to squander the empire he grew. Especially not because of a woman.
