Page 70 of Wretched Choices

I looked at him, shocked. I never knew this.

“Still, you killed her. I saw the hurt and sadness in her eyes when you caught her, and I heard the gunshot when you pulled the trigger.”

“And I regret that decision so much. It is eating me alive. Every day, I wish God would take my life so I can be with her. Every day, I go to her and ask her to forgive me. But I know she never will until you do. Or at least try,mia cara.”

A ray of sun shone through the window of the hallway we were standing in, illuminating his old, weary face. He looked so tired, older than when I last saw him. His signature smirk is nowhere to be seen. But that doesn’t affect me, and I keep my walls high. But I need to know.

“So, if I wasn’t here with my husband, I wouldn’t be killed for leaving you?

Without a moment of hesitation or a doubt, he answers in a firm voice. “No, you wouldn’t. This is your home. You can always choose to come back here whenever you want. This will always be your home.”

He said nothing else and neither did I. I wanted to leave with the spark of hope he left me with.

When we left, he told Salvatore we are safe here, and no harm will find us.

So that’s what we did. I took Salvatore to my favorite places. The piazza that I used to visit with my mother. This beach where, after my swim, I lay on my stomach, letting the sun kiss my skin.

I feel better knowing he’s suffering for what he did to my mother, even if his pain is as big as mine.

Cold droplets of water fall on my skin, and a hand gently touches the skin of my back.

“You’re lucky it’s late afternoon and there are not many people around. It would be a pity for you to end our day with blood on your hands.”

My eyes widen and I try to get up, but Salvatore is pinning me down with his body.

Confused, I turn my head to the side. “What are you talking about?”

“It is bad enough you had to wear this excuse for a swimsuit, but going topless is making me see red.” He pushes his hand underneath me and squeezes both of my breasts with a growl. “Those are mine and mine only, and I don’t like to share.”

I roll my eyes and scoff. “There is literally no one on the beach.” I hide my moan over his possessiveness and bite my lower lip.

“Maybe now there is no one, but there could have been.” He traces his tongue below my ear, my body shivering at his action. I moan when he sucks hard on my neck before he bites down, making me squirm.

Resting on his forearm, holding his weight beside me, he pushes my swimsuit panties to the side so he can use his fingers to torture my pussy.

His fingers play with my entrance and I can feel the wetness dripping. His rough fingers enter me and I throw my head to the side, my climax building.

“You want to come, Bella, don’t you?” I moan as an answer, hoping I don’t need to use my words because I don’t think I can. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” I breathe out a moan.

He kisses my neck, nibbling on it. “You will never take your top off in front of other men again. Your body is mine and mine only. Do you understand?”

His fingers disappear from inside me and I moan at the loss.

“I’ll ask one more time. Do you understand, Bella?” His voice is lower, this time more demanding. One I’m used to, and one he uses too often on me. One that makes me want to disobey him. Or at least it did before. Now it makes me obey his every demand.

“Yes, I understand,” I moan.

“Do you want to come, Bella?” His voice vibrates behind me, the sensation building deep down in my spine and rushing to my brain, not letting me think straight. “Do you want to come all over my fingers?”

My hand clenches the edge of the sun chair. “Yes, please make me come.”

He chuckles and pushes his fingers between my folds and inside me hard. My breath catches in my throat and a loud moan escapes me as he keeps leaving kisses and small bites over my neck and shoulders.

“I want you to come, and when you do, I want you to scream my name.”

His finger works quicker in and out, and I shamelessly come on his fingers, moaning his name loudly right there on the beach.

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