Page 47 of Heartless Union

I’m assailed by the memory of him hitting her. The sudden punch. The fear in her eyes. The cry of pain she let out.

I fucking hate my father.

“Go home,” I tell him.

“What?”

“Go home. Gabriella doesn’t need you right now. I don’t need you right now.” I’m so fucking close to killing him that if he doesn’t leave right now, I’ll lose it.

He must sense the danger in me because he doesn’t argue. He just gives me a sideways look before leaving my house.

“You need us to stay?” Emilio asks.

“Keep an eye on our dad. I don’t know what he might get up to tonight.”

They both nod before leaving after him.

Now, it’s just me and two very scared women upstairs. I never thought I’d have to comfort women, but here I am. Unfortunately, I’m not very skilled at it.

But for Lara and Gabriella, I’ll learn to do it.

If my own wife was willing to die tonight to save her friend, then I can learn how to be a little less heartless.

I find Lara in the kitchen the next morning and stop when I see her.

She glances up from her bowl of oatmeal and freezes at the sight of me, too.

We’re both quiet staring at each other for what feels like a lifetime.

And then we both move.

I take three long strides to her as she stands up. Within an instant, she in my arms. She’s not fighting it this time. It’s like she wants to seek comfort from me. It’s a … nice feeling, I’ll admit.

Looking down at her, there’s only one thing I want to do.

I kiss her.

Lara doesn’t push me away. In fact, she draws me in closer and kisses me back with an intensity I’ve never felt from her before.

I back her up, so she’s leaning against the counter. She gasps when I lift her up onto it, but still, she doesn’t pull away. My hands wrap around her waist and squeeze.

Lara tugs me closer to her. It’s like the wall between us has been broken down. I also know she’s in a vulnerable position, and I should stop this.

But I don’t want to stop.

I nudge her legs open and settle between them. She tenses for a moment before relaxing. The entire time, we don’t stop kissing.

Slowly, I begin to press my hips against hers. She gasps and tightens her legs around my waist. My hands press against the countertop as I begin to move my hips faster. Normally, I’d be ripping her clothes off and fucking her for real, but even I know Lara probably doesn’t want her first time on the kitchen counter. This is the next best thing.

“Rocco,” she whispers as I kiss down her throat. “What’s happening? What are we doing?”

“Feeling good. Is that what you want?”

She hesitates to answer but then nods. “I do want to feel good.”

“Then let me make you feel good.” I bunch up the ends of her nightgown and push it up to her waist. I settle my hand between her legs and finger the edge of her underwear.

She holds still as I slip my finger underneath the waistband. Then, finally, I’m touching her pussy.

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