Page 123 of The Veil

He turned to me for approval and I nodded. His mother disappeared. He placed me in front of him, cupping my bottom with both hands as he guided me up the stairs. I giggled when we got to the top and he pinned me against the wall, kissing me passionately.

We entered the large bedroom and he closed the door behind us. I paced around nervously as I ran my fingertips over the furniture, studying every small detail in the room. It was decorated in different shades of stained wood with luxurious décor, fit for royalty.

I roamed over to the window but only saw darkness and the reflection of us in the window. He stepped over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. I exhaled watching his hands explore my body in the reflection.

“In the morning,” he murmured, “you will look out to see a beautiful surprise.”

I rested my hands on his arms, lightly massaging. He pulled my body against his. I felt his erection growing in his jeans and I turned to face him, giving him an evil grin.

He chuckled, “Not yet, my little nymphomaniac.”

I sighed, whining playfully, “Why not?”

He ran his fingertips up my arms as he gazed into my eyes, “What are you doing to me?”

I smiled innocently, “Trying to satisfy you.”

He spun me around, switching places with me, backing me toward the bed as he hungrily glared into my eyes with sheer thirst. The back of my thighs bumped into the side of the mattress and he turned my body to face away from him. He reached around and unfastened my jeans then pulled them down with my thong in one movement. Pushing my hair to the side, he aggressively kissed my neck as I heard him freeing his arousal from his own jeans.

“Bend over,” he commanded, as he pushed my body forward toward the bed.

I obeyed, bracing myself, “Do your worst, Sir.”

He leaned over me, pressing his body into mine, “Wait until you see the surprise, I have for you back home.”

Just as I was about to ask, he plunged deep into my core in one hard stroke, causing me to let out a loud moan. I instantly buried my face into the bed to muffle the sounds that I could not control.

Wrapping my hair around his hand, he pulled my head back as he pumped in and out of me hard and fast. I was scared that my noises would carry throughout the house, but I could not form any sentences or words to warn him. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on keeping myself quiet, but he played a dangerous game of trying to see how loud he could make me.

I suddenly felt my orgasm building and let myself go, crying out. I felt him begin to pulsate inside me. Without warning, he ripped our bodies apart and pulled me off the bed, turning me to face him.

“Kneel,” he commanded, pointing to the floor with his eyes.

I immediately fell to my knees, opening my mouth knowing what he wanted. He slid down my throat, releasing himself as his body trembled. Moments later, he bent down, deeply kissing me as he pulled me back to a standing position.

Once downstairs, we entered the sitting room and my family was gathered around talking. A strange woman and a child were sitting on the floor by the fireplace. I paused, analyzing them. The woman stood, grinning sheepishly in our direction. I cautiously approached them.

“You are the mother of my niece,” I stated the obvious, but did not exactly know how to speak to her just yet.

“I’m Eliza,” she nodded, smiling shyly, “Marco loved her.”

I peered down at the little girl who held her mother's hand tightly, burying her face in her arm.

Kneeling down, I greeted her with a soft voice and warm smile, trying not to scare her, “Hello. I’m your uncle, Valentino.”

The first thing that I noticed as I looked into her eyes was that she was the spitting image of Marco. Quickly, my mind flashed back to that fateful night where he collapsed in my arms. I knew that I could not have changed the outcome. Unfortunately, I could not help but blame myself just a bit, for my niece losing her father.

“Hi,” she smiled, twisting her body back and forth.

Taking her small hand in mine, I studied her face, wanting to hug her and tell her that I was sorry, but she would not have understood what I meant. The only peace I had was knowing that my brother’s heart was indeed able to save another father as he ended up being a match.

“And how old are you? Ten?” I teased her.

Withdrawing her hand from mine, she cupped her mouth, giggling as she peered up at her mother.

“Tell him how old you are,” her mother encouraged with a wide grin.

She held up four fingers, proudly inspecting them with a smile. “I'm four.”

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