Page 33 of Forgive Me, Father

“Camilla!”Alfonso called but I didn’t stop.I refused to stay and watch him giving all his attention to someone else.

The lights were dimmed, the bass of the music vibrating through my body as I walked each step toward the ground level.I hoped the rhythm of the music would drown out the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind.

Besides, I wasn’t his little slave who was going to obey like a good kitten.I was a human being with feelings and emotions.

Until I realized the giant had actually gotten up from his seat and followed me.

I darted past the patrons, slipping through the crowd like a fish skirting through water, a few inches to the left with ease.Being smaller had its perks as I squeezed through the mass of bodies.

He, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.His presence alone made people flinch, the low growls that rumbled from his chest pushing them into tight little clusters, desperate to avoid him.I couldn’t help but think he was going to learn the hard way that gentleness had more power than aggression ever could.

I slipped into the heart of the dance floor, surrounded by strangers, the music vibrating through me.After a while, I caught sight of my husband stomping up the stairs.He stopped by the railing, scanning the mass of bodies, clearly searching for me, but his gaze landed in all the wrong places.

That put a smile on my face.Asshole.

I danced my heart out but the loneliness was like a stab in the heart.His cousin was a snob, and I had no time for people who refused to respect me.I missed my sister as I partied with strangers, trying to have some fun.I couldn’t even tell where the VIP area with Alfonso and his fucking snobbish family was anymore.

I took one shot after another and just enjoyed myself.

And then shit rolled into my path in the form of a drunken idiot who refused to keep his hands off me.

He pulled and tugged at me as I tried to get away from him.

“You do not want to do this, buddy.I’m married and to your worst fucking nightmare.”

He laughed.“Yeah, where is your little nightmare?”

“I promise you, he is everything but little.”

The guy laughed, thought I was joking, and kept tugging me, rubbing himself against me.He assaulted me with his breath, and I had to push him away so that he couldn’t kiss me.Suddenly, a gun cocked, and Alfonso stood right next to him with his barrel against the idiot’s head.The guy pissed himself, and I froze, staring at both fucking fools.

I shook my head and rushed away from this crap.

“Camilla!”Alfonso yelled, but thank heavens, no shot went off.A hand grasped around mine, and Nico appeared out of nowhere.

“Stop toying with him.”

“I’m not toying with him.He’s out of his fucking mind.”

“I’ve told you, if you stop defying him, your life will be amazing.”

“Defying him, Nico?He treats me like I’m a fucking idiot.I won’t have that kind of marriage.”Tears welled up in my eyes.

The asshole lifted me over his shoulder, walking toward the exit.

“Put me down, you bastard!”I hit his back but doubted he felt anything.Alfonso’s hand slapped me hard across my ass, and I cried out.It burned, and yet my body absolutely loved it.He manhandled me into the SUV and climbed in behind me.I couldn’t even sit on my ass because it stung so badly.Lorette and the extra she’d picked up laughed, speaking in Italian again.Tears blurred my eyes.If this was how he was going to treat me, fuck submitting to him.

He yelled at her in Italian and when his cousin didn’t acknowledge whatever left his mouth, I realized that he was yelling at me.

“I don’t understand Italian,” I shouted back, and he grabbed me around the throat again.Nobody said anything in response.

He growled in Italian again as tears built up in my eyes.My entire body ached.We were not going to be a great match.He was going to kill me one of these days.

“Alfonso,” Loretta yelled, and he shoved me against the car door.My body slammed into it as I coughed, trying to get my breathing under control.I kept coughing and when I finally had it under control, the SUV stopped in front of the hotel.I got out of the car and darted for the doors.

“Camilla,” Alfonso snarled behind me again.I didn’t stop.I continued defying him.Tears rolled freely down my face as I could still feel his fingers around my neck and his palm on my ass.He was a monster, but the worst part was that my body absolutely loved every second of it.I was soaking wet between my thighs.

What did this mean, that I loved his sadistic side, that it got me turned on?I didn’t understand any of it.

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