Page 102 of A Taste Of Darkness

SEARING OBSESSIONS

Milo Marucci

Sterlie sat on my lap, her body tensing as the door to my office swung open.

She wanted to stay back or look around the mansion, but I couldn’t allow either of those just yet. While I was sure nothing would’ve happened to her, I wasn’t going to risk it.

Adriana wanted to march inside, but I held my hand up.

“Knock,” I said, my voice harsh and almost unrecognizable.

“What?” Adriana stopped in her tracks, eyebrows drawing together.

“Go back, close the door, knock, and wait until I invite you in.” Something about her behavior was odd, but I brushed it off as her being mad about me killing our father.

It might’ve not affected me much, but I hadn’t considered how my siblings felt about losing their father. The last time I spoke to him was ages ago, while they lived with him, worked with him.

His death was more devastating to them than it was to me, and I didn’t even let them grieve.

The moment I decided to kill him was the moment I promised to be so much worse than him. They couldn’t leave me alone, had to stick their noses where they didn’t belong. They begged for my attention, and they certainly had it now.

But they’d regret ever having started this war with me.

“Are you being?—”

“Now,” I cut her off.

Adriana nodded, stepped back, and closed the door. She waited a second before she knocked, but I remained silent.

Sterlie looked at me, concern in her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Burning the whole place down so we can get the fuck out of here again.” If anyone really thought I was going to stay here until I took my last breath, they were more than wrong.

Sterlie deserved better.

I deserved better.

Our future children deserve better.

And my family deserved to rot in fucking hell.

“Milo…” Sterlie laid a hand on my jaw and stroked her thumb over my skin so tenderly, I couldn’t help but kiss her in return.

She tasted like cherries, so sweet and innocent.

Adriana knocked again, but I refused to let her interrupt.

My tongue pushed into my girlfriend’s mouth as I kissed her deeper, and when she let out a soft moan, I wanted to bend her over the desk and fuck her right here in front of the huge window in broad daylight.

The windows were tinted anyway, nobody could look inside, so it wasn’t that bad of an idea.

“I promise, cuore mio, we’ll get out of here again,” I whispered as I pulled away from the kiss and forced myself to bring my thumb between our mouths to keep myself from going for another one. “It might not happen today, tomorrow, or for another ten years, but I’ll make them regret what they’ve done to you. I’ll make them wish they never found out I was still alive.”

“But how?”

I leaned my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. “I don’t know… Arlo said he has some ideas, but he wants to tell me in person.”

Adriana knocked once more; this time it annoyed me.

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