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He thinks he has all the power and believes he has all the control, but he doesn’t. One day, one fucking day, he is going to regret having me as a Figlio.
“You did this, I know you did,” I whisper, looking out of the open door into the hallway. Madre put a picture up of our family, a family that looks happy, put together, a family that looks fucking perfect. Still, we are as far from perfect as we can get. We are drug dealers, weapon dealers, murderers, fucking monsters. That is who our family is.
“Figlio” he yells at me.
I walk out of the office.
My heart is aching. My Madre is a sweet, kind woman, broken because of what my Padre has done to her. I will fucking find out what happened to her, and when I do, I will burn my Padre’s father’s entire fucking kingdom down if I have to
I make my way into my room and slam the door. I lean against the door and slide down. The tears escape my eyes and roll down my face. I can only imagine what the fuck she is going through right now in this fucking moment. I will not stop until I find her.
My padre will pay. He will fucking pay.
My heart races against Nicole’s back as her body shakes in my arms. My breathing is rapid and shaky as I push the memory back, I never fucking found her, and I just recently learned in the past few years what happened to my Madre; my Padre killed her. He couldn’t risk her leaving him and destroying everything he had built, but in the end, it didn’t matter because he never saw me coming, and now the kingdom he loved more than his wife was mine.
The rain is coming down harder now, and the thunder and lightning are coming closer. We can’t stay out here, and I will not just leave her. Her thoughts are drowning her, consuming her. I am a selfish, jealous fucking man. I want all her thoughts on me. I want to be the one to drown her, consume her.
The words she called herself, all the words carved into her body, my heart aches for her. She is none of those things, but she won’t believe my words right now. She is not dirty, she is not a whore, she is not a slut, she is not a damn fucking puppet, and she is not broken, at least not in the negative way she thinks. I don’t see any words she claims to be when she looks into my eyes. Those men, Sebastian, all of them conditioned her to believe a fucking lie, and it is now my job to show her the truth, tell her the truth.
I force us both to stand, her hands still on her ears as I take her into my arms. She turns and shoves her face into my chest, a gesture a woman has never done to me before, but she can. She can do whatever the fuck she wants to me. She could kill me, and I would let her. She doesn’t understand the power she has over me.
I turn around and head back into our bedroom. I was watching her when she was on the balcony looking out at the forest. She is the most Bellissimo person I have ever seen, even after everything they have done to her. My eyes are glued to her, and my hands want to do nothing else but touch her. She doesn’t see what I see when I look at her, but she will.
I head straight into the bathroom. The light turns on as I walk into the shower, pushing the button. The hot water comes crashing down onto our wet, cold bodies. Her body shakes in my arms as my lips rest against her head. I have never heard someone scream like that before. It makes my legs go weak, it fucking broke my heart. She is the only one that can cause me to feel this way.
My head pulls back just enough so I can look down at her. She pulls back, lowers her hands from her ears, and rests them against my chest, making my heart race. Her touch is like nothing I have ever felt before. Her skin touching mine, fire with fire, chaos with chaos.
“Christian,” she whispers, looking at me. My eyes rapidly search hers as the water continues falling on us both. Her body is still shaking, not because of the memory; now, she is shaking because of her wet, cold clothes. I gently place her down. Her legs are shaking as she leans back against the wall for support. I quickly remove my wet sweatpants and throw them onto the floor. I walk into her, grabbing onto the top of her cotton shorts. I kneel in front of her; she lifts each foot as I take them off her and throw them out of the shower.
I never thought I would kneel for someone, but for her, it is natural; with her, it is right. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t fucking do for her. I would burn everything if it would make her happy. I grab her arms and force her to lift them. I grab onto the bottom of the sweatshirt and her tank top and quickly pull them both up and over her head. I throw them to the ground, walk into her, and plant my hands firmly on either side of her head as she rests again against my chest.
“I see you, Bambino,” my voice is shaky and soft. I lean into her, needing to fucking feel her.
“Christian,” she whispers. My left hand comes off the wall and slowly and gently moves between us, cupping her pussy. She closes her eyes and rests her head against the wall as her breathing increases.
I lean in and rest my lips against her ear. “You are not dirty,” I whisper as my finger moves between her folds. “You are not a whore,” I whisper as my thumb starts to massage her. “You are not a slut,” I whisper with confidence. Her breathing continues to increase as my fingers reach her pussy’s entrance. I pull back just enough to look over her face, and she opens her eyes. “You are not a puppet,” I whisper as I push two fingers into her pussy.
My heart races as her pussy wraps tightly around my fingers. I slowly and gently move in and out of her, and her eyes stay on me. “You are not broken, Bambino,” my voice shaky as the words leave my lips.
“Christian,” she says my name in a shaky voice as I push in a third finger, stretching her pussy. I lean in and smash my lips against hers, taking in the moan that escapes her. Her body begins to move with my fingers. She needs the friction, she needs to know that she is wanted and needed, and she has no fucking idea how much I need and want her.
She opens her mouth, and my tongue enters as I move my fingers in and out of her. Sebastian and the men conditioned her to believe sex was only used to cause harm and pain. I will show her that with me and only with me; it will never be like that. I feel her pussy pulsing against my fingers, my dick hardens as she screams into my mouth, and I feel her release on my fingers. I stop moving my fingers inside her. Her breathing is rapid and unsteady as I pull back. I look down at her, her eyes searching mine, “Ho bisogno di te,” I confess to her softly.
I gently place her on the bed and slide beside her, pulling the blanket around us. I wrap my arms tightly around her as she rests her head on my chest, her hand on my stomach; her legs are now intertwined with mine. Her breathing is finally calmer. She gave me a piece of her today, a piece that I will fucking cherish forever.
“Christian,” she whispers. I can tell that sleep is already taking her away from me. Soon, she will be in a place I can’t follow even though I want to. I would and will follow her fucking anywhere, no second thoughts, no regrets. She calls, I fucking answer.
“Nicoletta,” I whisper back as I rest the side of my face against her head.
“I love you too,” she whispers as she yawns.
My heart stops. She snuggles into me more as my arms tighten around her.
Mio.
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Nicole
