Page 27 of Little Sparrow

Something had come over me, I had her at the point where I could have killed her, finishing what I had planned to do, and she didn’t even flinch. Shesmiled.Just one second it would have taken to put a bullet in her, and end it all, but seeing her below me with wide eyes. She was hungry for me, those glowing eyes drawing me in, making me want to mark her as mine in the only way I could at that moment. One way I had wanted her for years.

The moment I knew there was no turning back for me was when she licked her lower lip as though she wanted me, begging for it. So I gave it to her.

Still, I can’t trust her yet. I wasn’t going to fuck her, especially in that dirty little room. No, when I shove my cock deep inside her, we won’t have ears outside those thin walls. Everyone has told me she belongs to my father, but now she knows she’s mine and I’ll break the hands of any man who touches her, cut out the tongue of any man who tries to kiss her. Kill any man who hurts her and I’ll do it with no hesitation.

Maria finds me outside my bedroom door when I arrive. I hope she hasn’t been knocking for long, she gives me a strange look. I look down at my body, everything is normal. “Sir, Capo Barelli would like to see you in his office.” Surely he didn’t find out already? Word couldn’t have spread that I had been to that room this fast. My eyes roll in annoyance and I turn back and go down the stairs, walking towards the last place I want to be right now.

Once again, I’m sitting in front of my father in this large office, my right leg resting on my left knee as I lean back casually. Like I didn’t just have Rose on her knees sucking my cock just half an hour ago.

“Why am I here?” I ask, but he stays silent, just staring down while he holds a picture frame in his hands before putting it face down on his desk, next to his cigar box. The same frame as the one the picture of my mother was in. He almost looks sad. But that would mean he had a heart and I don’t believe he ever had one. Not after everything he had done to my mother, everything he’s making Rose do.

Father clears his throat. “Rose had told us about Matteo diverting the drugs. Your dealings with him lost us half a million euros.” His face reddens in anger, and grips the desk in front of him. He takes a deep breath, “But because you’re my son and despite what you think. I love you and want the best for you. My offer is to build new connections with me. Firearms. We need them.”

My jaw clenches so hard that I almost crack a tooth, I hope this isn’t what I think it is. “What new connections?” My fingers grip around the arm of the chair so tight, they might tear off.

Father steepled his fingers under his chin. “The marriage offer you had with Karalina will go ahead. Tomasso wants to avoid a war for taking you and sent some information. Our new connection is San Marino.” My head shakes without a second thought. No fucking way.

“It’s too late. It is a done deal. She will be here this evening with her parents in the guesthouse, dinner at the weekend and we need you to get married in one month. I’ve heard you’re both already well acquainted?” FUCK!

“You already killed Matteo for this. I’ll work for you any other way.” As I stand, I clench my fists, refraining from destroying this office. That bitch knows I don’t want her, yet she still continues. Even going to my father, it’s almost laughable.

Franco stands with me, holding out a folder with a smirk. I pace the floor, trying to figure out a plan to get out of this—anything but her. Arranged marriages are common, but I hate the idea of being stuck with Karalina until the day one of us dies.

“That’s your itinerary until your wedding day. You won’t like the consequences if you act out of line. Understand?” Franco tells me, the smile never leaving his face. The smug fucker thinks he has me trapped, I’ll get out of this somehow.

I snatch the folder from his hand and mutter, “Stronzo.” As I leave. The slam of the door echoes behind me as I storm out.

Chapter twenty-eight

Rose

Whenmyhungerfullygoes away, Gabriele takes me to my main bedroom to clean up, pushing me down the long hallway with fast steps that most likely look suspicious if anyone notices. I need to wash off the cum that Dante had left behind. He branded me as his own. I can still feel his hard cock at the back of my throat as he fucked my mouth.

The water from the hot shower in my ensuite bathroom cascades down my body. A smile stays on my face as I lean my head back under the water. The heat washing off any lingering scent of him.

The wetness between my thighs returns the more he crosses my mind, wanting more from him. My fingers dip between my legs, stroking over my clit gently. I imagine him joining me. Opening the glass door, and standing behind me, wrapping his tattooed arm around my waist and pulling me up against his hard body. A husky whisper in my ear, “Do you need some help with that?” as his hand travels down to where my fingers are.

My breaths quicken as I imagine Dante’s hand over mine, controlling the movements of my inexperienced fingers. Small circles on my clit built a sensation I have never felt before. Too scared to touch myself in the past, in fear of an all-consuming hunger. I keep with the small circles as his hand gently glides up to my neck where he grabs me roughly, pulling me harder against him, his hard tattooed body crushing against me. Large cock in my back, slowly grinding up against me. As though it’s searching for part of me to slide into.

Too quickly a heat builds inside my belly, tightening up as though something is happening, I’m not sure what but I know by instinct that I should chase it. I close my eyes as my body convulses and pleasure washes over me, wave after wave. I collapse against the tiled walls and smile to myself. That's what an orgasm feels like, I can’t wait to do it again.

I feel that darkness grows inside me, a poison that spreads every time I take a soul. A similar sensation fills me now, one that began unfurling the moment his cock slid to the back of my throat. The storm can only grow from here, I can’t wait.

I feelpowerful.

After my shower, I was in the mood to read. Satisfaction runs through my veins and diving deep into a book might calm my thoughts of the afternoon.

The library is always quiet at this time of the evening, my favourite time to come here is when dusk approaches. It’s a cool night, but I wanted to feel the heat of the fireplace licking against my skin. Being surrounded by books is my safe place, my sanctuary.

The guards leave me alone and I either read or draw. Tonight I pick up a romance book that I had wanted to read for a while. The stacks of books on all the bookshelves, a ladder to reach the ones further up. I love this, the fireplace lit always calms me, and with Dante back, I need to stay calm; I need to pretend he doesn’t matter as much as he does.

I’m deep in my book when the hair on the back of my neck rises, I sense his presence by the door. My eyes flicker up at him. He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed casually, making his biceps bulge under his shirt. I bite the inside of my cheek as my gaze reaches his eyes. His lip tips up in the corner. I quickly turn back to the book in my hands and turn a page. I am aware of him gradually advancing to me from the corner of my eye. My tongue feels heavy and I can’t seem to form any words to tell him to go away.

“What are you reading?” He asks, leaning over me. His familiar masculine scent washes over me. His face gets closer, his lips almost brushing against my ear.

“A book.” I retort, finally finding my own words. Still glowing from our moment earlier.

“What type of book?” He asks again, but this time he snatches the paperback from my hands and flicks through the pages.

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