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.

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