Too soon, my orgasm approaches and my body surrenders to an unrelenting high. I feel myself start to tighten, feel my body nearing release and know he feels it too by the look in his eyes. Never looking away, he picks up the pace and pulls a way slightly as he starts to rub my clit with his thumb.
“Cum for me, Amore.”He growls as he watches his dick thrust in and out of my opening before repeating himself in Italian.“Cum per me, ora.”He glances back up at me and I lose it. I feel my body clamp down, hear him groan out my name, and feel euphoric as my high hits and my world goes black.
Not holding anything back, my screams fill the room around us as I hear Leo groan and suddenly feel the warmth of him spilling himself inside me. But he doesn’t stop, he keeps thrusting in and out of my body letting me milk as much of my high as I can while he rubs my clit and gives my body just what it needs. What it wants. What it has always wanted and suddenly never wants to live without again.
When my body finally stills, he pulls out of me and falls against the sheets to my right. I lay there for a moment, completely speechless by the love we just made, the connection we just had, and not knowing what should come next. Quickly, I feel Leo at my side as he pulls me against him and presses a kiss tenderly to my head as he holds me sweetly against his chest.
“Non Parlare, rilassati,” he whispers, as if reading my mind. “Rest Mia, no more thinking. Because I plan on having you many more times before I let you out of my life.“
Let me out of his life? The thought makes me tense, because if he only knew half of the demons that war in my head daily, he’d know what he just said is the one thing that I fight against, and always will.
Being used. Being discarded, as if I am nothing. Just like I was always told I was nothing by my father.
Sensing he struck a nerve, he pulls me closer and tightens his grip on me, determined not to let me slip away. Soon, I hear the even sounds of his breathing and know he is drifting off to sleep. But there is no way I can drift off with him. Not after the hell he just reminded me of, and the heartache it brings to the surface.
Chapter 11
Mia
“She’s only eight, James! Leave her alone!” I hear my mother yell before my father’s fist comes up and smacks me across my face. “Mia!” She screams.
The sound of my mother’s voice echoes through my brain as I fall to the floor. Glancing up, I see her begin to push past my father to get to me. To stop his punishment. But he holds her back with a death grip on her throat and pushes her up against the nearest wall.
“You will not interfere, Greta!” I hear the devil in him whisper. “Leave her alone. She has to learn her fucking place.” My mother’s whimpers are all I hear as I attempt to stand and face my father head on. His steel look turns on me once more and I hear him let out a tisk as he takes a step towards me.
“Mia,” he grates out, his head hung low and his look more serious than I have ever seen it before. “Defiant little girls grow up to be disobedient women. No man will ever want you, ever take you, unless you learn your damn place in this world.”
I feel the coolness of blood from where he hit me drip down my face as my body starts to tremble. All I said, all I did, was stand up for myself when a boy called me a “fat slut” at school before attempting to push me down the stairs. Grabbing his shirt, I warned him if he ever called me a name again, I would make sure he regretted it. With no one to hear or see what this boy said to me, which wasn’t the first time he said it either, I was sent to the principal’s office and written up after he tattled on me to the school counselor, who just so happens to be his mother.
“But he said…” I begin to explain, but my father takes it as talking back and his hand comes up and delivers another swift blow to my face.
“James!” My mother yells one more time.
He turns her way in an instant. “Another outburst from you, Greta, and I will make sure you are worse off than the way I plan on leaving your daughter!”
I watch as she shudders back against the wall and hides in the shadows. Always afraid to fully stand up to him. To stand up for me. My heart breaks seeing her hide and I promise myself that I will never cower away from a man when I grow up the way my mother does my father. Her eyes, since as far back as I can remember have been steel gray, empty and void of any warmth, any fire or light, and a black hole sucking the same out of those around her.
Her daughter? My father’s words ring through my ears as I turn my attention back to him. He always said that when I was bad. When I didn’t resemble the child he wanted. I was hers. Not his. Much like he always reminds me I am not a son who will grow into a man. Something my mother could never give him after she almost died in childbirth bringing me into the world. And a painful truth he never lets her regret, either.
Grabbing my hair, he pulls so tight I swear he will rip every strand straight from my head. I yelp out in pain as he forces me to meet his stare. “If a boy, a man, talks to you that way, you shut your mouth and you fucking take it. If that boy called you a slut, called you fat…” he says as his eyes trail down my body angrily. “Then he had a good fucking reason.”
He flings me away from him and I stumble trying to catch my balance. “I am not,” I go to say, but his eyes lock with my own and I suddenly worry just what might happen if I speak out again. If he will beat me as bad as last time, making me wake up shivering in the middle of the night covered in my own blood wondering how I managed to survive.
“Yes, Sir.” I whisper, as my eyes find the floor.
“You will apologize to that boy,” I hear him say before my eyes flash up to meet his.
I can’t. I won’t.
“And you will not shame this family again, Mia. Is that understood?” I look away but he takes a step towards me and grabs my chin angrily in his hands. “Fat slut!” He hisses out. “Only a disappointment like you could be seen as nothing more than a whore at your age.” He turns to walk away, and I fight the tears that threaten to break free. I will not cry. Not in front of him. I won’t let him have that kind of power over me.
“Lose some fucking weight, Mia! Before I am tempted to cut it off your fucking body myself!”
With those last words, I run from the room and let the tears fall.
*****
Standing by the small window looking out across the ocean, the moon is high as I watch the waves the boat crashes against as we coast further away from Rome to a destination I am still not sure of. I hear movement behind me on the bed, but I am too caught up in my memories, my torment, to turn and look and allow myself to get lost in the man behind me like I did only mere hours ago. When he dominated every part of my body in a way I never thought any man would.
