Page 15 of Bound By Sin
I’d left the woman I loved, who might or might not have been carrying my child. How did I explain to her why I had to go, leaving her to go through it all alone? How did I make it right? Eighteen years later, was it even possible to fix what I’d broken?
“Valentino…”
“You know how I hate repeating myself.”
She wiped away the tears and scrambled onto the bed. I walked to her, loving the view of her ass in the air, her hairless folds on display only for me. I couldn’t help but run my finger down her pussy, slick with her arousal. I pulled her pussy apart and inserted two fingers, enjoying the warmth and the way her walls clenched around them.
“Someone’s a greedy little girl,” I whispered, enjoying the sound of my wet fingers moving in and out of her slick pussy.
I wanted so much to run my tongue over her cunt, gathering her wetness. Instead of succumbing to the urge, I removed my fingers and ran them along the crack of her ass, loving to see her squirm under my touch.
Then I stilled, all my excitement draining from me in an instant. All my anticipation over being with the woman I loved again after so much time apart was replaced with nothing but anger. Pure adulterated rage surged through me as I leered at the faint marks gracing her inner thighs. I ran my fingers across the raised, recently healed markings crisscrossing her beautiful skin, causing a shudder to wrack her entire body from my touch.
Exploring every part of Tara’s body had been one of the most exciting parts of our relationship. In learning her body, I focused on giving her that relief and euphoria she craved so much. Her inner thighs were one of the places she loved to receive attention. It was one of her more sensitive areas, including the back of her thighs, just below the curve of her ass. As a sadist, I loved how her skin puckered, how she hissed when I marked her. But I also knew when it was too much and time to stop, especially when she was in subspace. Apparently, whoever she let do this to her didn’t give her body enough time to recover before they touched her again and again. I would have been surprised if her skin wasn’t permanently marked.
“Who did this?” I asked, trying to keep the venom out of my voice.
“What?” she asked.
Her head dropped, and her voice wavered.
She knew what the fuck I was talking about, even though she didn’t want to tell me. But I wouldn’t go any further tonight until she answered my question. She might have thought my anger was out of jealousy, but it wasn’t. We’d been apart for almost twenty fucking years. I expected her to fuck other people even if I didn’t like the thought of it. I expected her to have nights immersed in scenes with other people because it was how she was made. Fuck, it was how I was made. It would be very hypocritical of me to be angry over something so trivial as who she fucked while we were apart. She was a woman, and I was a man. We both had needs. But there was one thing no one else could touch. Her heart. I knew I’d always have it. I’d always be the other half of her soul.
Nobody could ever replace me.
However, what did anger me was knowing someone had hurt her, not giving her the proper medical attention or giving her body time to heal before striking the same area again to the point her skin had scarred.
Because she loved it so much, she wouldn’t say no. She couldn’t say no. Now that had me wanting to kill a motherfucker, but not before I showed them how much of a sadist I truly was.
I took a breath and relaxed my fists at my sides. “Who did this?” I asked again, with a little less rage in my voice, a little less aggression.
I needed her to confide in me, not lash out. She wasn’t scared of me, but she was stubborn as hell. The most stubborn woman I’d ever met. However, if she thought I was attacking her for her choices, especially her choices on what to do with her body in the bedroom, she’d tell me to go fuck myself.
We always told each other like it was. We could talk to each other about anything. I broke her trust when I left, but I wanted to be that person for her again. With all that said, I needed to come across as less threatening because, make no mistake, whoever harmed her would answer for it, and they’d be lucky if they made it out alive.
A good Dom or Domme knew when enough was enough, even when a sub didn’t or couldn’t use a safe word. A good Dom or Domme knew what their sub’s body could endure without a sub uttering a word. This person hadn’t. This person needed to be stopped before anyone else got hurt.
Tara was only that kind of submissive in certain situations. For her to allow that person to touch her in that kind of way meant it had to be someone she trusted explicitly. If she wouldn’t tell me, I’d go to Brian. He’d know. Then, I’d handle it the Cavallaro way.
“That’s none of your business, Valentino.” A shadow of annoyance crossed her face as she looked over her shoulder at me. “Who I’ve been with since youleft meisn’t something I will ever discuss with you. You lost all right to question me about anything concerning my life.”
Fuck her annoyance.
“Are you sure about that?” I cocked my head and arched my brow. “Are you sure I have no right to questionanythingconcerning your life? Hmmm?”
Pensively, she stared at me. Her brows furrowed, and fear moved through her eyes as she contemplated the meaning behind my question. I’d asked her about Nia without asking her straight out, and the truth slammed into me like an out-of-control freight train. She didn’t even have to say the words. The pain and the fear dancing in her eyes told me all I needed to know.
We have a daughter.
I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. However, it was a bitter pill to swallow that I had a daughter with the woman I loved with everything in me and had missed most of our child’s life. Admittedly, I never believed I’d be a father, especially after I split from Tara. I never really wanted to be one, either, but if having a family was what was in store for me, I wanted it with her.
I want everything with her. That’s something that’s never going to change.
I shook my head, pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind, and focused on the scene and the beautiful woman in front of me. It was not the time to discuss what had happened between us or the child we shared. This was also not the time to talk about who held the blame, although I understood most of it was mine. If I had been a man instead of a coward, maybe all this could have been avoided. Maybe things would have been different.
My hand reared back, and I smacked her ass. Hard. The echo filled the room along with her hiss.
“Did you forget your place?” I rubbed the spot, then dug my blunt nails into her flesh, eliciting a groan from her as she wiggled her hips. “I can question you whenever and ask you whatever the fuck I want.” I sighed in displeasure, shaking my head. “I can tell Sir’s been gone way too long. You’ve become so undisciplined, but all that’s about to change right now. Do you understand?”
