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Chapter Twelve
Larysa
The thought of my bodyguard being my stalker is something I would have never assumed. Watching them walk out of my house, I feel something I didn’t expect to feel.
I feel a sense of longing for Emilio. Two days of knowing him and a handful of orgasms has me missing a man I know nothing about.
There’s a knock on the door about fifteen minutes after the guys left. I run over to the door to open it since I knew the guys sent someone else over to sit with me.
“Larysa.”
My mouth drops and I start to back away from him. The man who has kept me safe all of this time is the man who has been stalking me. It doesn’t make any sense. There has to be a reason for this to be happening to me. There has to be a simple and logical reason for this.
“Why?” I ask him while walking back towards the living room.
He’s on me quickly. He has me pressed up against the wall with his whole body weight keeping me still. “I have loved you since the moment I met you and you could have loved me. You could have been with me this whole time and yet you didn’t see me. I don’t understand why!”
His lips are on mine and he’s kissing me ferociously. This is something I would have never assumed him to do.
I can’t believe it. I’m stock still as his lips move down my throat and his hands are feeling up my body quickly. It happens so suddenly. His fingers are delving inside of my underwear when I feel the scream bubbling up inside of me.
“Stop! Please stop,” I beg.
He doesn’t stop. In fact, he growls at me. “You weren’t asking that lowlife to stop. You know he’s in the mafia? You know he’s killed people before.”
My mind is racing with the information he’s telling me. It couldn’t be true. I would know if he was in the mafia, wouldn’t I? What do people in the mafia look like?
“You dirty little whore. I can’t believe you let him touch you. I waited for you to love me. I thought this would make you run into my arms. I can’t believe you,” he rambles on.
I’m shaking with everything he’s telling me. I can’t believe it. “No,” I mutter.
“Think about it, Larysa. I loved you so much I wanted you all to myself. I loved you through everything and all you had to do was love me, too. That’s it,” he continues.
“I don’t want you,” I manage to squeak out.
His hand leaves my sex and suddenly they are wrapped around my neck. He’s squeezing me to the point where I’m losing vision. “You dirty little whore,” he implores once more.
I’m wheezing as the black spots in my vision begin to take over even more.
Suddenly, he’s off of me and I can breathe again.
