Page 45 of His Vicious Desire

“Fine.I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, for what?Why do you keep saying that?”

Another sigh.“For what you’re doing to them.Because of me.I didn’t want to… I don’t want any more sins on your soul because I screwed up.”

I chuckle, I can’t help it.“My sins are my own, and I own every one of them.You weren’t the one who screwed up, they were.He’s raped so many women he lost count.You were going to be next so he could take his time without his sister there.She was no better, the shit she said…”

Her gasp is filled with pain.

“Angel, none of what happened to them had anything to do with you.You were simply the tool that brought them in front of me.I did what needed to be done.There are women who have been saved because of you.Someone like him doesn’t stop until someone makes him stop.Don’t feel bad for me or them.”

A shudder of air comes out of her.“I never saw that in her.I really didn’t.”

“Because you’re a good person.There’s nothing wrong with that.But there’s a reason why Sandro feels the need to keep an eye on you—you don’t see the things you should.”From far away, I hear the cement door open.“I have to go.Take care of yourself, angel.”

I’m stuffing my phone into my pocket when Sandro steps up out of the ground.

He shakes his head.“I hate Bianca moving back into the property.At the same time, I’m also glad.The thought of her running around on campus getting close to pieces of shit like that… I’ll be sleeping better at night.”

I nod.“I’ll dispose of the bodies.”

“Gaetano.”

“Yeah?”I pause at the top of the stairs on my way to clean up the mess.

“Bianca will never say it, so I will.Thanks.I appreciate you handling this.”

I lift a shoulder.“Not a problem.”

Many hours later, I’m in bed, and in reflex, I pull up the app for Bianca’s cameras in her dorm room.The sight of it empty of her things is a punch to the gut.

Closing my eyes, I exhale slowly.This is the best thing for her and me.I just didn’t expect it to hurt as badly as a physical blow.

Bianca

I can’t fucking sleep.Frustrated to the point of tears, I give in to what I’ve been denying myself for hours.I close my eyes, allow my hand to slip beneath my panties to my wet pussy, and think of Gaetano.

Of him carrying me in his arms, of his hard body against mine, of the scent of his cologne.What would his lips feel like?The sound of my name coming out of him in a moan.Those big hands running over my body.How big and thick would he be inside me?

Wet, so wet.My fingers twirl around my thick, swollen clitoris.Oh, yes.God, please more.Around and around, harder, more pressure.Yes, it feels so good—so fucking good.

My orgasm washes over me softly, sweetly, causing a low hum of satisfaction throughout my entire body.

As nice as it is, I have no doubt it pales in comparison to how Gaetano would make me feel.The thought haunts me into a restless sleep filled with dreams of Gaetano.

ChapterFourteen

Six months later

Bianca

“Is this okay?Is the blue too light?”I ask Sandro.It’s a silk corset dress I bought months ago because it was too beautiful to pass up on the hanger.Once I tried it on, it fit me so well I didn’t care that it cost my entire allowance for a month.

An eyebrow goes up.“It’s a wedding, not a club.That’s too damn short.”

Huffing, I flounce out of the living room and back to my room.Jerk.It’s not that short.It’s only two inches above my knee.My question was if it was too light, not if it was too short.

A part of the reason I loved it so much was that I felt pretty in it without ninety percent of my body hidden by fabric.I was slowly feeling comfortable in my skin and with my body.What can I say?Hearing Gaetano call me a stunner and that women who looked like me made money at the brothel freed some of the negative thoughts that kept me completely covered up all the time.

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