Page 98 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
My lips part with a gasp, but no words accompany it. Why not obey? Why not give in to his command and be done with this misery? This isn’t a game. This is torture. His will against mine. I’m at a serious disadvantage here.
“One press of a button is the difference between agony and peace.”
By agony, he means the vibrator. But, for whatever reason, saying those words is worse. “You go first,” I blurt out. “And then I’ll obey. Go on: I hate you, Riley.”
I brace for his response.
“You invited me in.”
“What?”
“With your pretty green eyes, tight fucking pussy, and sweet words. But the best part was your submission. Remember what you told me?”
I’m shocked to my core. “What did I say?” I ask in a rush.
“You’re the best kind of hurt.”
Oh my God. He remembers? Our last morning was the most intimate moment in my life. I felt cared for. Protected.In love. Yet time has a funny way of altering the truth. I told myself it wasn’t real. My feelings, maybe. But his emotional involvement, not a chance, especially considering he smashed my heart with the breakup that followed.
“Why did you go and ruin it?” he continues, relentless. “A dirty fuck and some laughs, that’s what I was after.”
“I trusted you.” There, I said it.
“I never asked for your trust.”
“No,” I whisper. “You were too busy demanding my heart and soul.”
“You came alive beneath my touch.”
“I’ve been making love to a heartless killer.”
He snorts. “Fucking a heartless killer.”
I spin on him. “No. We made love that morning.”
“Love?” he repeats like it’s a dirty word.
His jaw tics, and the vibration stops.
I watch and wait. But then he cranks up the radio and ends all conversation.
We reach the villa, and he pulls into the garage like a bat out of hell, nearly hitting the wall before the brakes lock.
What in God’s teeth? Is he completely, utterly deranged?
“Fuck.” He pounds the steering wheel.
Wide-eyed, I stare at him.
He glares at me and then, in the next blink, exits the car.
“Where are you going?” I ask, concerned. We were so close … so blissfully close to reconciling. I want the time back … want our discussion to continue …
“To find an obedient distraction.”
He disappears inside.
Pain, deep and profound, grips me. How can he be so callous? How can he be so cruel?
