Page 2 of Her Brutal First Love

Please give Giancarlo back to us.

Chapter One

Sixteen months after Giancarlo's disappearance

Steam added a layer of mystery as Giancarlo stood under the shower, and cascading hot water added a sleek sheen to the muscled panes of his body. His hands were braced against the wall, his powerful back rigid as Sarica pressed her slender body against his. Her touch was shy at first as she explored the naked hardness of his chest, but everything changed when she heard him suck his breath as her fingers brushed against his nipples.

A soft laugh, followed by a more confident exploration of the rest of his body. Her hands dipped lower, but just as she was about to take his length in her hands—-

He turned around without warning, her gasp melting into his kiss as he hauled her close, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of her hips.

"Giancarlo..."

The sound of his Sarica moaning his name drove him crazy, hunger consuming him as he pushed her up against the wall. But just as he was about to enter her and lose himself in the tight little channel of her womanhood—-

GIANCARLO'S HEART WASstill pounding as he stared at his surroundings in disbelief.

No steam.

No shower.

And worst of all, no Sarica.

The old him would've cursed up a storm at this point. But all he could do now was drag breath into his lungs as he struggled to regain control over his emotions.

It was always like this.

Night after night after night.

Sarica haunting his dreams...the way she shadowed his every waking moment.

How long, God?

How long?

A king who went by the name of David had groaned these words out in his pain, thinking that God had forgotten him.

But what Giancarlo wanted was the opposite.

How long, God?

How long before he could forget Sarica existed?

He stepped out onto the balcony. Breathed the desert air of Kivr. But unlike before, its mix of sun and sand was no longer enough to wipe out lingering memories of his old life from his mind. Before him stretched the capital of Kivr, one of the most ancient and greatest jewels of the Arabian peninsula.

But all he could see was her.

And all he could feel was a dull ache in that space which she used to occupy in his heart.

He turned away as the city came to life.

Even for a man like him whom the whole world believed was dead—-

There were still things he had to do.

Royal balls that he had to attend.

And battles that he had to fight, with his own bare hands if need be.

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