Page 45 of Mafia Kings: Dario
Or he would rip it to shreds.
He would gently make love to me…
Or take me like an animal, frenzied and wild.
And every time he did, I cried out as he entered me –
Hating him –
And wanting him even more –
Until I woke in the morning, my sheets tangled around me.
I rolled over onto my side and felt immense shame.
Amafiosohad forced himself upon me, and all I could do was quiver and want more.
Every sermon I had ever listened to, every warning about lust came flooding back into my brain.
I felt like I was in danger of going to hell for my desires.
This was no ordinary man I was fantasizing about.
He was a criminal.
A thug.
A murderer.
A mafia don.
The fact that I wanted him against my will…
The fact that my body responded so powerfully to his touch, betraying me…
What did that say about my soul?
I felt tainted by sin…
And for the first time since I had begun scheming, I wanted to go to church not just to escape the grounds and contact my father, but to unburden my soul and ask for forgiveness.
I was in danger of hellfire for the feelings that Dario Rosolini inspired in me…
And I would doanythingto be rid of those feelings once and for all.
I dressed quickly, not in the silk dress he had given me, but in one of the dresses I had brought from home.
I knew he would not allow me to leave.
My mind kept returning to my mistake with the telephone yesterday. I knew I would have to gather more information if I wanted to escape the grounds.
But how?
…Cat.
Caterina would tell me what I needed to know. I was sure of it.
I made my way down to the kitchen. It was early enough that the house was barely stirring. I walked quietly, not wanting to encounteranyone– least of all Dario.
