Page 11 of Sins of the Son

I've especially hated feeling trapped.

And yet, only moments ago I had reveled in the feel of his hands restraining my wrists.

The weight of his body pressing down on mine.

Him holding me, trapping me with the force of his thrusts, caging me in.

I clenched my inner thighs as a shiver of awareness ran over my body even now at the memory.

I had not only responded like a fucking cat in heat, but the entire experience also made me feel strangely protected and safe. As if him taking control had somehow saved me from myself and my fears.

What. The. Fuck.

No. Fuck no. Absolutely not.

This is obviously some kind of psychosis.

I’m having a mental breakdown.

Cesare Cavalieri is the fucking enemy.

He betrayed me.

I hate him with every fiber of my being.

I lathered the soap and rubbed my hand between my legs, the slick remnants of our arousal a damning reminder. My chest tightened. I put the soap back and pressed my palms against the tiled wall, lowering my head between my outstretched arms. The water pounded down onto my back and sides. I turned the tap, making it even hotter, knowing I would regret it later when my poor skin itched and burned, but needing the scalding heat now. The shower hissed again as fresh steam rose around me, snaking around the glass shower wall to fill the bathroom with an impenetrable fog.

Everything was going to be okay.

I would lock this experience away deep inside myself with all the other pain. Tomorrow, I would wake up and put on the makeup mask I hid behind. No one would know. No one ever knew. That was how I liked it. That was how it had always been, and how it would always be.

I would put tonight behind me.

Tomorrow I would leave this place and forget all about it… and Cesare Cavalieri.

I lifted my head and whispered softly, “Like it never happened.”

“But it did happen, carissima.”

He appeared through the steam like a demon rising from hell.

With a shriek, I turned, my feet slipping on the slick, soapy, tiled floor of the shower. Before I could fall, Cesare captured me around the waist, pulling me flush against his naked body.

My hands flattened against his muscled chest. “What are you doing in here?”

His lips curled in just the barest hint of a smile before he brushed a strand of wet hair off my cheek. “Since from now on I plan to keep you very close to my side, you're going to need to stop asking me that question.”

“The door was locked!”

He stepped forward, forcing me backward until my back hit the shower wall. “I had a key, something I fear I will need often in our relationship.”

Our relationship?

He can’t possibly be serious.

We are not now and never will be in a relationship.

Ever.

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