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I pout, and sit up now, damning the pain, “You called me baby,” I busy myself with wrapping my hair in a careless bun.
“Oh, that was what you meant by no baby?” he nods again and smiles, “You are my baby, but you are also my Rosaline,” he stretches his hand out towards me and gestures for me to come to him. “Come,” he winks at me and I can't even help the smile that spreads across my face even though I'm trying to close it in before it tears to my ears.
“You should have been sleeping,” he says. I tsk and lift from the bed, not bothering to cover myself because he is naked too. I strut to him, feeling sticky from both our fluids between my legs, all the while his eyes are drinking me in from my head to my sex and back up to my face.
“You look fucked,” he bites his lower lip and taps his lap and I sit on it. “I know you are hungry, your food is over there,” he points with his fork and I follow to see a cart on the other side of the bed, “When will you get it that I care for you more than I care for myself?”
“Did you make it?”
“I was the one fucking you, what strength was I supposed to use for that?”
“Fine,” I snatch his fork, “I'll eat this one,” I start to dig in.
“I made it.”
I freeze, a mouthful of cold but savory chicken and vegetables. I chew and swallow quickly.
“You did?” I turn to him fully now and he nods, “I will ask you one last time, did you or did you not make that food over there?”
“Have I lied to you before?”
I chuckle and it pieces together. He hasn't lied to me before. I can't remember a time when I've heard Benedetto tell a lie.
“No,” I smile at him.
“What?” He cocks his eyebrow.
“Tell me plainly…” I clear my throat and I hand him his fork back. As much as I want to continue with Maria’s mama’s touch, I won't pass down a meal made by Benedetto for me after that moment we shared. It will give me an insight into how he was feeling when he made the food.
“Tell you plainly what?” He scoops and eats, one hand coming around my waist so he can start stroking my mons pubis.
I gulp, “Tell me why you took me from New York,” I bite my lower lip as he pinches the flesh there tenderly.
Since he won't lie, I want to hear him say it plainly.
“Because I wanted you,” he drops his fork, then takes my chin between his index finger and thumb, “I wanted you enough to do something as crazy as that,” he smiles slightly. “You look beautiful by the way,” he plants a kiss on my lips, “Eat so we can go through the plan for what we will be doing to Claudio,” he nibs my lower lip and smacks my ass.
“We have a plan now?”
“You bet, baby,” he smiles fully now, “I need the purging to happen as fast as possible.”
I smile and stand, “I will wash up first.”
“Why?” He draws his eyebrows in a fine line together.
“I will wash my face,” I snort and he nods.
“Leave my cum in there,” he pins.
I roll my eyes and walk to his bathroom.
I can't wait to get this over with.
Especially because I'm part of it now. I don't feel the same fear I had back when he told me about Claudio for the first time. I feel giddy to be included in whatever he is doing to the evil man. I roll my eyes at myself for my choices of vocabulary as I walk into Benedetto’s brown-themed bathroom.
I walk to the mirror above his sink, about to wash my face when my eyes meet my reflection.
Who the hell is she?
