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“Marco found me hours later. I was still in the tunnel. I hadn’t moved. I was numb, paralyzed, and scared. He told my mama that she’d marry him, or he’d kill me. She had no choice. She’d already lost Papa, and now she was faced with losing me. She didn’t have a choice,” she implores, her hands shaking as she brings her fingers to her lips. “Dario, she had no choice.”
I cross the room and pull her back into my arms. “I know. That fucker should have died the moment he killed your father. Who were his men?”
She looks up at me with wide eyes. “What do you mean?” That fucking look… It’s as though I’m the only man she fucking sees and I hung the moon. I can’t deny that I’m probably looking at her with the exact same expression. I want to take her pain from her. I want to let her know she’s not alone.
She’s not ready for what I want. She’s nowhere near ready.
“Your father was a captain, Portia, which means he had men that he kept close. Who were they?”
Her brow furrows. “Umberto and Amadeo. Why?”
Those fuckers are still within the ranks of the Famiglia. “Just curious, that’s all. Do you know if they were injured when your father was killed?”
“I don’t know. I couldn’t even go to his funeral. I haven’t been to his grave.”
Fuck. This woman is killing me. I want to give her everything and take away the pain. I have no fucking idea what the hell is going on with me. “Tomorrow, I’ll take you.”
She looks up at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes, those gold specks sparkling with her unshed tears. “Dario,” she whispers.
It’s as though an electrical current zaps through me. I can’t hold back, not when she’s fucking begging me with those eyes of hers. I swear, this woman sees right through me. She sees too much. She steps closer to me, pressing her breasts against my chest. My cock jumps, and I grind it against her stomach, loving the little hitch in her breath.
“Portia...” I groan. This isn’t the time.
“Don’t,” she whimpers. “Please.”
I swallow hard, gritting my teeth as my hands tighten around her waist. “I’m trying to be a gentleman,” I say. Never have I had the inclination to be one before, but Portia’s different.
“You have been,” she tells me. “But right now, Dario, I don’t want a gentleman. I want you to fuck me until I can’t think straight.”
The air goes static around us, and I can’t say no to her. My hand tangles in her thick, shiny brunette hair and I tug slightly, giving me better access to those pouty lips of hers. My tongue slides into her mouth, and I take everything I have craved from her.
She clings to me, and I love the little moan she releases as she grinds her stomach against my cock.
“I fuck you, Portia, that makes you mine,” I snarl. I’m not sharing her with anyone. Not fucking ever.
“Dario,” she says with a glare. “Honest to fucking God, just fuck me.”
I tug on her hair once more, pulling her head backwards as I bring my lips to her neck, where I proceed to show her just how fucking mine she is. I brand her, letting everyone who will see her after this know that she’s mine. I’m an asshole. I fucking know that. But I’m not rational about this either. The only person who makes me feel this way is Portia.
The moment I saw her again, I was captivated. I knew I’d have her. But seeing this soft side to her, seeing her vulnerable and letting me in, it solidified that I was right, that she’s what I want.
I want her, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to show Portia just how all in I am. She can push me away all she wants, but I’m not going anywhere. Not unless she truly wants me to. That glint in her eyes, the way she clings to me, the hopefulness in her expression, they all tell me that she wants this too. But she’s scared, and I get that. It’s fucking scary giving someone everything you are in the hopes of not losing yourself or having them hurt you.
I’d fucking kill for her. That much I know. I’m not sane, and I’ve never claimed to be. I’m just following my gut and what it tells me. It’s never led me astray. I know that being with Portia is going to be hard. We’ve both got shit in our pasts that haunts us every day. Mine’s guilt and trying to come to terms with that. Hers is losing the people she loves.
It’s going to be a hard road to get to what I want, but I know that Portia’s going to be more than fucking worth it.
TEN
PORTIA
Having his lips on my neck is more than enough to have me wanting more. His eyes are filled with lust, and it turns me on in a way I’ve never experienced before. Hell, I have no experience at all. I left home before I could fully understand the changes my body was going through. I was a virgin when I ran, and I’ve remained one until this day.
Not any longer. I want him. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone as I do with Dario.
Shivers run along my skin at the heated gaze he gives me. I’m scared about the unknown of what’s going to happen. These feelings are something I’ve never felt and that alone makes me want to run for the hills, but I know Dario’s not going to hurt me. He’s proven that by not telling anyone who I am and not pushing me into explaining why I’m hiding. He listened to me and held me when I needed it. I’ve never had a man do that. On the streets, they were aggressive or would want something in return. I made sure no one got that close.
I’m not sure if it’s because of Nell’s death and I’ve realized that once again, life is short, but I want Dario and I need him now.
