Page 229 of Hell Hath No Fury
A few days later
I can never get used to being driven around in an expensive car by an actual chauffeur. It feels like I’m living in an alternate reality. One where this man chose me to be his, and I’m continuously swept away into the beautiful darkness surrounding him.
He loves me like he’s known me his entire life, and when I’m with him, it feels like this for me too. Deep inside my heart, I can feel him … keeping the beat going.
Every time I look at him, my heart flutters, and my body fills with heat at the promise of what he’s going to do later.
He already gave me a hint.
His belt … flicked into his hand.
I swallow at the thought of his tongue right there between the crevice of my thighs.
Good God, this man has swallowed me whole, and I’m enjoying every second of it.
He’s already done so much for me, and I don’t think I can ever repay him.
Not that he wants me to.
He’d probably throw anything I’d try to give him right back at me. That’s the kind of love I’ve found, and it makes me feel like I’m the luckiest girl alive.
The car comes to a stop in the middle of what I’d call the slums of this city, and it’s only when I look out the window that I realize where we are. My eyes widen at the sight of my own house.
“This is where you used to live, right?” Vincenzo asks.
I nod, but it barely registers.
I remember telling him about my previous home … I just never thought I’d actually visit this place again.
The driver steps out and opens our door, and suddenly, I feel frozen to my seat.
“Go on,” Vincenzo eggs me on.
With his nudge, my legs cave, and I step out, my whole body shivering with despair.
Vincenzo stands behind me and places his hands on my shoulder, grounding me, reminding me that I’m here with him now, safe.
“Your mother’s inside. Do you want to see her?”
I vigorously shake my head. “No. Never again.” Rage coils my muscles. “She made me suffer so much.”
His fingers dig into my skin. “Did she hurt you?”
I swallow down the lump in my throat. “Many times.”
“Physically? Emotionally? Psychologically?”
I nod at all three. She was the worst kind of mother anyone could ever wish for.
It’s also one of the reasons I don’t want to be one to a child I never wanted.
No child deserves to live like I did, to be born into a world that despises you.
“Do you think she deserves you in her life?” he asks.
I shake my head, emblazoned by my own hatred for her after she kicked me out.
Vincenzo leans in, whispering into my ear, “Then take it from her.” He holds up a match in front of my face while he tucks something into my hands.
