Page 25 of Forgive Me, Father
I doubted that Alfonso was that type of man, that type of lover.I’d seen a different side to him this morning that scared me shitless.
A knock on the door forced me to stop.The tingles were still there.I was aroused but didn’t reach my orgasm.
I covered up just as the door opened.
Nico entered, and he looked pleased when he found me in a robe.His gaze flicked to the lubricant bottle.
“You know it’s against the rules to use lube.He knows that; why would he send it to me?”
“Because some families can break some rules, Camilla.You have much to learn.Here is your mask.Put it on and follow me.”
I took the black lacy mask that would only cover my eyes and tied it on.The robe was closed in the front by tiny hooks.It was a beautiful black and red colored robe too.The satin fell softly over my hips, and my heart pounded as I pulled the strings tighter behind my head.
Nico helped tie it into a knot.“For what it’s worth, he feels like shit.”My eyes slid up to meet his.“But you didn’t hear it from me.”
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I followed Nico into a room filled with members of the Dons wearing theirIl Volto Nerogarbs.Their faces covered their identities and their robes reached their ankles.
I had no idea where my father was, but I knew he was among them.He probably already signed the contract with Alfonso.
Everyone looked at me, and I froze.I wanted to run away.Nico pushed me from behind, and I inched forward until I reached the bed.
“Keep your robe on,” Nico whispered just as I wanted to take it off, and I turned to look at him.
His back was already facing me, walking in the direction of the door.He opened it, squeezed through, and closed it behind him.Leaving me with them.
There was no sign of Alfonso, and all the figures wearing their masks were staring at me, waiting for me to take off my robe.My hands moved slowly to my robe when Alfonso entered the room.He was dressed in an elegant black robe and wore a more masculine black mask.He stopped on the opposite side of the bed.
My heart stammered in my chest.My hands trembled as my fingers lingered on my robe.This was humiliating, getting undressed in front of your father.Not to mention having this asshole seeing me naked for the first time in front of other people.What if he didn’t like what he saw?What if I disgusted him and he couldn’t get hard?
My throat tightened as Alfonso climbed onto the bed.The silence that followed was suffocating.Couldn’t they play some music, just to drown out the awkwardness in the air?
I kept staring at him.His green eyes stared from behind his mask and his neatly combed hair was now a messy black mop, making him look even more dangerous than earlier.He moved to the middle of the bed on his knees and stood on his kneecaps.
He motioned for me to join him with a single, sharp flick of his finger.I just stood there, frozen, staring at him.His gaze hardened, a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes, and I knewnow was not the timeto defy him.
With a reluctant sigh, I placed one knee on the bed, followed by the other.I lifted my robe just enough to keep my movements steady, feeling the weight of his stare on me as I slowly shuffled toward him.My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last, as if it were trying to escape.It felt like it was pounding in my throat.
I stopped just in front of him, my throat so dry it felt like sandpaper, and a wave of nausea crept up on me.I was afraid I might choke on it.
He leaned in closer, and the scent of him hit me, rich and intoxicating, like a blend of leather and spice with a hint of something warm, almost smoky.It was a scent that enveloped me, both grounding and overwhelming, and it made my head spin in the best and worst ways.
His breath caressed my neck.“You keep your eyes on me.Pretend they are not here.”His voice was gentle.There wasn’t a tremble.Just the confidence of a man who had done this a million times.
I nodded, and then his lips planted a soft kiss on my neck before he lifted his head.He spoke to them.“There will be no orgasm coming from her tonight, and there will be no yelling of my name leaving her lips either.I will orgasm, and I will show you the blood you need to see.We are consummating a wedding, not making a porno.”
The one in front objected in Italian, and Alfonso cut him off quickly.I had no idea what he’d said, but the entire room fell silent.
Another voice echoed into the recorder filming us.My name came first, and hearing it without the last name I had always known sent a chill through me.I was a Pontisello now.Then, they said his name.The same name I’d heard on our wedding day, still carrying that weight of something new, something unknown.
The speaker ended with another name:Coniglio Bianco.A gasp pushed past my lips as I understood that last word.
I stared into his green eyes, and he opened his robe.His entire body was draped in scars and covered in tattoos, but that was not what my eyes lingered on.Above his left breast was a tiny tattoo of a white rabbit.
Alfonso was the White Rabbit, meaning that I’d had it wrong all this time.The White Rabbit was Rico Ponticello’s oldest son and the heir to the first chair.
I was way in over my head.
