Page 35 of Forgive Me, Father

She stared at me and walked into the room.“Your bride still alive, cousin?”

“Yes, she’s in her room.I do have some sort of restraint.”I kept chuckling though as Nico continued to stare at me.I walked to my office.

Camilla was getting turned on by the way I handled her.Nico had no idea just how well he had chosen my bride-to-be, and I wanted her now more than ever.

I closed my office door and locked it.I was still furious, but feeling the wetness around her opening, glistening her up for my cock, was the last thing I thought would happen tonight.

Rape!I huffed at that idea.She was my wife and belonged to me to do with as I pleased.

But she was invigorating, and calling me out on my shit in front of Loretta this morning fucked me off.Any other day, I might have actually treated the entire situation differently.It was all signs that it was time to go back to Italy to get my demons under control again.Before I really kill the little runaway.

I had to admit, Camilla wasn’t like your ordinary Don woman.It felt as if she was truly made for me, and her defiance was something that I loved and hated at the same time.

But the fact that her body was reacting exactly how I wanted it to react, oh, that was my biggest fantasy come true.And this ache to have her, warmed my black heart.

I grabbed my shaft in my hand and jerked off.She’d had me hard as a rock all night, and I’d tried to cool down, but seeing her with another man, my blood boiled again, and then she’d pushed me away and defied me over and over.She was like a little Chihuahua.There was no stopping those dogs.

I should know.I’d killed one that belonged to my Nonna because he’d refused to stop yapping.Camilla made me feel like that tonight.

I needed to go to Italy and control my demons.It was time, otherwise I feared my temper would end her life.And that would be a damn shame.

She would submit one way or another.

I came all over my hand and growled as I kept pumping my dick, imagining I was fucking her mouth.Just thinking about that made me want to go hard again.This girl was going to be the death of me; it was just a question of when.

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The next morning, I had been on a conference call the entire morning and found Camilla eating on the balcony, just staring out at the ocean.

I grabbed a plate of fruit and a pastry and joined her.

She hardly acknowledged me when I sat down at the table.

“I’m sorry about last night.”

“Save it, since I know this is how it will be from now on.You love manhandling women; you are a fucking abuser, Alfonso, admit it.”

She got up and walked to the entrance.She was testing me again, and I grabbed her wrist.I counted to ten, and instead of hurting her, I brought her wrist to my lips and kissed it.She froze.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept my apologies, but I am sorry.You are not like the other girls I’ve met.You’re different.”

“Spare me your empty words.Tonight, you’ll just find another reason to chuck me against the wall and threaten to rape me.”

“It’s not rape if you’re mine.”My temper was coming out to play again.

“Yeah, who told you that?If it’s not consensual, it’s rape.Last night would not have been consensual.”

“You sure about that?Your cunt was dripping for me, little runaway.”

She closed her eyes as embarrassment colored her features.“My body reacts the way it does.It doesn’t mean I like it.”She pulled her hand away and stormed back inside.

I stared after her and sighed.

I had to find a way to make this work with her.I knew bodies, and hers didn’t lie.A woman doesn’t respond like that unless, deep down, she wants it.Maybe she had desires she wasn’t ready to admit, fantasies she kept locked away.But with me, there’d be no shame.She’d learn that soon enough.

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

It had been four days since Alfonso’s little manhandling game.The most boring New Year’s Eve was waiting for me.

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