Page 2 of Broken Hearts of Sin

I hold my breath as he drips more wax around my thighs. The heat on my burning muscles is transcendent.

My thoughts are running wild and I cannot help but ponder that this is definitely the best way to celebrate my birthday once midnight rolls around. But this is also my goodbye to Romeo. My heart is breaking at the thought of never seeing him again. He has been my scene partner for two years now… ever since I got engaged at twenty-three fucking years of age to fifty-year-old Patrizio Freccia. His family has been in business with Cosa Nostra for generations. It's a business arrangement between our families. He has valuable connections and is useful to us.

Nobody ever asked me if I consented. I’m lucky I got a two-year reprieve before the wedding thanks to mymadrina,my aunt Ludovica. My father told me I’m a very lucky girl because Patrizio is rich and wantsme. I’m supposed to feel happy that some old guy is perving on me.

My parents really don’t know me at all.

Romeo spanks me between my open thighs, directly on my pussy. The lightning pain it sends through my nerves is like an electricity shock that brings me out of my musings and back to the present. My thighs are burning from the wax he’s poured on them, my ass is smarting from the spanking. My muscles are screaming from being so tightly bound. This should be helping, making me feel better but reality insists on intruding.

At midnight, I turn twenty-five, which means the wedding planning begins. It’ll get too dangerous to see Romeo; my aunt won’t be able to cover for me anymore.

I suddenly feel teeth on my nipples as Romeo bites down. I bite my lip to keep the moan in. He bites the right one first, then the left. I know there’ll be teeth marks there tomorrow.

Good. I’ll have something to remember him by.

A sob escapes me at the thought and Romeo is there right away, his hand running soothingly along my back. “Are you alright?” he asks.

I hesitate a moment, not wanting to vomit my bullshit all over him, but before I know it, I’m shaking my head.

I want to keep going, I do. But I’m not in the right head space. With a sigh I open my mouth. “Montague.”

Immediately Romeo begins to untie my knots. In less than two minutes he’s leading me to the soft velvet sofa and ringing for a bowl of water to wipe me down before massaging me with hot oil to soothe my aching muscles. He takes the blindfold off of me, but we keep our masks on, for anonymity’s sake, which is a relief to me because he can’t see the steady tears running down my cheeks.

He lays me down on the sofa and lies beside me, caressing me softly. I try to stop myself, but I’m crying in earnest now. I’m grateful for the private room provided by the club because at least the only witness to my tears is Romeo.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly.

I draw in a shuddering breath. “Nothing. Just coming down from subspace. It was intense.”

“Tell me more. It wasn’t anything to do with the scene, was it?”

I shake my head sadly, “No. The scene was perfect but just… shit carried over from my life,” I laugh soundlessly, “don’t ask.” I put my head in my hands.

I can feel him wanting to ask for more details but we agreed when we started this game that we would not ask any personal questions.

“What’s the time?” I ask him after some time.

I hear him shuffle about, “It’s ten past midnight.”

“Oh. Happy birthday to me.”

“You’re kidding me.” He says with a snort.

I cock an eyebrow he can’t see. “Why?”

“Your birthday is August 1st? Same as Juliet’s?”

I can feel him move and then his warm lips are on my cheek. “Happy birthday, Juliet.”

Now Ireallywant to break down. No time for that though. I have to go home and make myself pretty for the birthday party my parents are throwing me later today. I have to go get ready to be claimed by Patrizio. My birthday party doubles as our engagement party.

“Hold me please...” I am practically begging him, and I don’t even care. This will be all I have of him after tonight and I want to cherish it. Romeo puts his arms around me, squeezing me tight against his hard muscular body - a body my hands and my mouth know so well.

It’s a bit crazy, the life we live.

He makes me feel so safe and loved that I find myself surrendering to the need to sink into him. Throwing all caution to the winds, I close my eyes and fall asleep.

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