Page 15 of Vendetta

“No. You just made me jump.” I say back.

His lips curl.

“Why didn’t you come back? What happened?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“Just some business that needed taking care of.” He replies. He looks tired. He looks like he hasn’t slept.

Perhaps he can see the concern in my face because he moves to lay down beside me with his arms pulling my body into his.

I shut my eye, welcoming his embrace, welcoming his touch too despite the absurdity of this situation, despite the fact I barely know this man.

He buries his face in my hair, sniffing it.

“You had a shower.” He murmurs.

I nod. “You told me too.”

“Do you like following my orders?” He says.

“There wasn’t anything else to do with you gone.” I state. It’s not meant to sound like a criticism and I hope he doesn’t take it as one. He’s a busy man. He’s got a lot more important things going on than me and I don’t want him to think I’m the sort of high drama girl that demands attention twenty four hours a day.

“No?” He says almost teasingly, moving his hand, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“No.” I reply biting my lip. I feel like we’re both flirting so badly now but I’m also infinitely aware of the fact I’m not really wearing very much at all.

He moves his screen so that I can see and pushes a play button. I frown realising with horror what he’s showing me. It’s me. Itwasme. In the god damn shower. He put camera’s up. He…

I gulp seeing as I’m there, naked, masturbating for this man to watch.

“You…” I say but I shake my head before I can get any words out.

“Do you know how hard it was to see this, to watch you cum and not just race in here and fuck you?”

I gulp. I can hear his arousal. I can see it too. His pupils are dilated. He looks like a feral beast right now. A wolf about to devour me.

“I didn’t know you had cameras.” It’s all I can say. It’s a stupid thing to say and he laughs.

“I didn’t expect them to be so useful.” He murmurs.

His hand is brushing my hair back, my skin tingles as his fingertips scrape against me.

“I’ve not…” I begin and then I force the words out. “I’ve not cum in over two years.”

He pauses. His eyes meet mine. But he doesn’t say anything, as if he gets that this moment, this fraction of time is what I need for me.

“I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I’ve not even felt remotely aroused.” I state.

“Not once?” He says and I shake my head.

“Why not?” He asks.

I look away unable to hold his gaze. It’s not like I’m going to cry, it just feels weird, to be having this conversation with anyone, but especially to be having it with Nico Morelli. “After what happened I didn’t want to feel it. I didn’t want anyone to see my like that, to want me like that.”

“You are not responsible for what happened.” He says, stroking my face, caressing the outline of my scar as if he understands where it came from, as if he knows my past.

I wince as the feel of his fingers turn to numbness, turn to nothing with where all my sense of touch has gone.

“Why did you put those cameras up?” I ask. It’s not like I really care but it’s a good way to change the topic. To redirect it. To get the focus off a part of my life I’d rather not discuss.

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