Page 37 of Darkest Desire
Sasha
My backside hurts when I try to sleep that night but every time I roll onto my back, I’m reminded of how sore my ass is.
Nico eventually joins me sometime during the night but I pretend to be asleep and he doesn’t bother me. I can’t believe him. Actually spanked me. And after he killed a man on top of it. This is the man I’m married to.
What happened in the maze last night will haunt me for a long time. I know it. Between what that man, Jeffrey - Nico called him – tried to do to me to Nico killing him to Nico then spanking me in a sea of other people at an orgy, it was a crazy night. And what hurts the most is that Nico was right: I wasn’t ready for any of it.
I resented how sheltered my father kept me. I hated Denis for how he kept me as a prisoner.
It’s their faults that I never had the experiences to handle a situation like last night. They kept me as a little lamb and I was led to the slaughter.
Nico is gone by the time I wake up in the morning. He must know I need some space. That or he’s playing mind games with me again.
Or he’s just busy with work, is what Maria tells me. Even on our honeymoon, his work never ends.
I spend the day roaming around the house, looking at all the different nooks and crannies. All the beautiful architecture. Searching for any hidden doors to any secret rooms. A house this big has to have some secrets.
When I don’t find anything, I eventually regulate myself to the library and spend the afternoon readding, which I find hard to do when my mind is swirling with the memories of last night.
Enough, I tell myself. Put it behind you. It happened and now I need to move on.
Nico doesn’t return even when dinner is served. I ask Maria where he is and she tells me that he must still be busy with work. It makes me wonder where he’s at. What exactly is he doing.
After I eat, I realize that I’m tired of being stuck in this house like another prisoner. I’ve traded one prison for another. The problem is, Nico has guards scattered all along the house, making sure no one can get in.
Or no one can get out.
I can’t just walk through the front door.
I can’t call my family. Denis won’t let me talk to them. While him and Nico are allies now, that doesn’t mean me and Denis are ones. He wants to keep my family isolated.
Besides, there’s no phone around I can use to call. I wasn’t allowed my own cell phone with Denis. And Nico hasn’t offered to buy me another one.
I try asking Maria for hers but she tells me that Nico gave instructions not to let me use the phone.
So Nico is trying to keep me locked up just like Denis did. Keep me isolated. It’s going to drive me mad.
I have to get out of here. I have to dosomething.
It’s then I realize I don’t have to walk out the front door. Surely there can’t be a guard at every corner of the house.
The backdoor is guarded also so I choose one of the windows on the first floor and sneak out. I don’t see any guard on this side of the house so I take off running. The sun is low in the sky but I have a few hours before it sets. I just need to find a police station and ask for help. I need a phone to call Natalya and make sure Mikhail is safe.
I need to find a way out of this hell.
Especially the hell in my mind that tells me I hate Nico while I can’t stop thinking of his hand on my backside last night. How warm and strong it was. How I liked it a bit more than I would ever admit out loud.
The mansion is surrounded by vineyards on either side so I pick the one closest to me and I take off running through it. I manage to make it through and out the other side onto a road. Then I walk.
It takes me over an hour to reach the actual city itself. Rome is bustling, even as the sun is setting. Tons of people are still out, going to shops and restaurants. Tourists take pictures of the setting around them.
For a moment, I feel safe.
And then a man approaches me. He’s young, probably in his twenties. He’s not dressed like a tourist.
“Are you lost?” he speaks in an Italian accent.
“I’m fine,” I tell him, trying to walk past but he grabs my arm and tugs me towards a dark alleyway away from the crowds. “I said I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”
