by Hart, Rye
“Come on, my beautiful songbird,” he said into my ear. “I have something to show you.”
I took his hand, and he led me down the stairs. We walked over to the kitchen, slipping into what I thought was the pantry. He tugged at the wire racks, and I watched as they gave way. My jaw dropped to the floor as the hidden door revealed a hallway.
There was a door at the end of it with a hand-print lock, and I allowed Camillo to lead me behind him, just like he had that night.
The hidden pantry door shut with a thud behind us and, suddenly, I was painfully aware of how tight the hallway was. I grasped tightly onto Camillo’s hand before he let me go, pressing his hand onto the pad. The door jolted open. He turned around to look at me and smiled and that devilish glint that had lured me in the first time hooked its warmth right into the center of my heart.
I watched him enter the room and step off to the side, revealing a beautiful playroom that easily rivaled the one at his club.
I felt the heat rise in my body instantly as my eyes scanned the room. It was absolutely massive. It easily spanned half the length of his house. But I was still unsure. How in the world was I going to know the kids were safe while we were in here? What if someone came into the house?
“Camillo, I don’t know. What if something happens to the kids? What if they scream and we can’t hear them? What if—”
He put his finger to my lips, stopping me mid-sentence. My eyes fluttered up toward him. His eyes had darkened to the color of night, his body already unleashing the devil inside that wanted to devour me whole.
“In this room, there are no worries,” he said.
All I could do was nod.
“This room is a sacred place. A place outside of time. In this room, I am the master and you are my captive princess.”
I felt my knees buckling underneath me as the intensity of his words slammed right into my chest.
I was absolutely speechless at the beauty of it all. The toys that lined the walls. The paddles that hung behind my head. The four-poster bed he was obviously obsessed with and the chains that dangled from the ceiling. There was a massive shower and another dungeon off in the corner, laid out similarly to the one he had me in, back at the club.
I was so speechless, in fact, that Camillo had taken my silence for obedience.
Suddenly, his lips were upon mine. His hands were pushing the white, lacy fabric off my body as I stood in front of him in nothing other than my bikini. I felt his fingertips pulling at the bows on my hips, the fabric of my bikini bottoms falling from my body as I drew in a deep breath through my nose.
In an instant, my hands were on him. Ripping his shirt over his head and running my fingertips along the muscles of his chest. Finally, I got to see the man I’d come to fear and enjoy. Finally, I got to see the man who had given me the most beautiful daughter in the world.
His hands ripped my bikini top off my body and my eyes danced along his chest.
He was beautiful. Strong. Perfect. His masculine body was chiseled in every way a woman could ever desire. His shoulders were strong and his chest was broad. His abs were rippling and he had beautiful pointers that beckoned for me to chase their pathway. I slowly slid his bathing suit down his legs, his thick cock springing free as the swell of his strong thighs came into view.
And all over his body, there were blue-inked tattoos.
Strange symbols and Cyrillic writings. Swirling designs that bled into other ones and dates I didn’t recognize. Things that seemed to resemble English letters, but weren’t quite right. They all peppered his body and swirled around the wonderful crevices of his muscles.
We were naked for one another. Gazing upon each other gently while my fingertips traced the outlines of his tattoos. I leaned in, pressing my lips to each of his dominant muscles, exploring his body. Here he was, the beautiful man that had captured my attention and my body three years ago, baring himself for me in the dimly lit dungeon of his own design as I sank to my knees for him.
I watched his cock bounce for me as the tip of it began to leak. My eyes fluttered up to his while I wrapped my arms around his thighs, digging my fingernails into his pert ass cheeks. I wanted to pleasure him. To give myself over to him. To lose myself in this timeless vault of debauchery and pleasure as I felt his hand wrap silently into the black tendrils of my hair.
I sank my mouth onto his cock and he groaned. I could feel the rest of my hesitation fall away as I hollowed out my cheeks.
Chapter Twenty-Six – Camillo
The way she dropped to her knees for me was unlike anything I’d ever witnessed. I didn’t ask. I didn’t command. She simply knew what I wanted. My beautiful, submissive little princess was pulling involuntary groans from my throat, but this encounter wasn’t for me.
It was for her.
I tugged her up by her hair, hearing her gasp as I led her over to the sunken-in tub. I filled it up with hot water and stepped her down into it, letting go of her hair before I sat her down right where I wanted her. I turned her around, chaining her legs open and her wrists above her head as the water filled the tub.
Her pussy was exposed perfectly to one of the most powerful jets in this tub and I was about to watch the show while she screamed for mercy.
Once the water reached just above the jets, they cut on. They started slowly at first, and I watched her body jolt. Her eyes were wide with wonder, while her tits bounced beautifully for me and I sat beside the jet while I took in the stark flush of her body.
I allowed my hand to wrap around my cock, stroking it as the jet grew more and more powerful.
“Oh, no! Camillo. Holy shit. What... what’s going on?”
Her legs were spread for the jets, and I pressed a few buttons on the side. The shower beside us turned on, filling the room with heat while her moans and whimpers grew to wails of pleasure. Her nipples were standing at their perfect peaks for me, simply begging for my lips to be around them.
So, while she writhed with torture in her chains and begged for her orgasm, I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked.
“Yes! Yes! Camillo!’
Her body trembled and quaked as the jet continued to pummel her clit. She begged for mercy, saying it was too much at once. My hand came up and caressed her stomach, fluttering over the luscious stretch marks that told the story of how she’d carried our daughter deep within the protection of her body.
Tears streamed down her face as the jets brought her to her hasty second orgasm.
I could see her fluids permeating the water as I turned the jets off. It swirled, the opaqueness of her juices tinting the perfect waters of this tub. I unstopped the drain and released her from the chains, carrying her body out of the water before I led us over to the shower.
I set her down onto her feet and pressed her into the glass wall, feeling her muscles jumping and twitching underneath my body as my cock easily slid into her throbbing pussy walls.
I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as her tightness clamped down around my cock.
“Oh, Camillo. Fill me up.”
Her words unleashed a demon within me and my grip on her hips tightened. I squeezed her so hard that bruises of my fingerprints would be there in the morning. I fucked her relentlessly while the warm shower water battered our bodies. Her hands clamored against the glass, streaking the perfection of them with her nails as she cried out in glorious pleasure. I slammed into her, my balls smacking against her thighs and her clit as I felt my orgasm approaching.
Never in my life had I ever lasted so little with a woman until Rose. The power her body had over me was something I had yet to decipher.
“Come with me,” I said.
“I don’t know if I can,” she said, whimpering.
“You can and you will. On my count.”
“Camillo, please.”
“One,” I said.
“Oh, no.”
“Two,”
“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.”
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I thrusted into her one last time, and my balls smacked hard against her clit. I pressed deep into her, feeling my body release as I coated her walls with my arousal. I felt her pussy massaging my cock, pulling from me every last drop it wanted while our bodies pressed deeply into one another’s.
My hands slid up her sides and down her arms, our fingers interlocking as I slowly slid from between her legs. I unhooked the showerhead and washed her down, lathering up her weakened body as she stood with her arms tightly wrapped around me.
When I was done, I wrapped a plush robe around her, cradling her in my arms as I walked our dripping bodies over to the bed. We fell asleep together that night, her curves underneath the strength of my arms while I buried my face into her hair. I woke up in the early hours of the morning and watched her sleep, noting the light grin on her face as her body relaxed.
In that moment, I realized I was in love with this amazing woman and I’d do whatever it took to keep her at my side.
I gathered her robed body up in my arms and carried her out of the playroom. I walked my naked body across the house, her head cradling against my neck as I carried her up the stairs. I laid her down into her bed, feeling her tug at my arms when I tried to pull away.
“Please stay,” she said.
And oh, how I wanted to.
But I knew the kids weren’t ready to see us like this and I knew she wasn’t ready to explain anything to them. The shock of Ana calling me “Daddy” for the first time was still something we were waiting for them to bring up and the last thing Rose needed was to have more on her shoulders because of a decision she made when she was tired.
So, I dipped down and kissed her forehead, singing that same beautiful lullaby softly into her ear and she fell back asleep. Then I made my way back into my room, pulling on clothes and getting myself ready for the day.
I wanted to catch the boys as they got up so Cassie could get some rest, but I also wanted to take this time to make some phone calls.
Some very pertinent, important phone calls.
Chapter Twenty-Seven – Rose
The days to come were filled with perfection and fulfilled dreams. We all had fun exploring the island and snorkeling. The boys ran around the beaches before going off to explore the forest and its foliage. Ana had fun running and splashing in the surf and Cassie and I explored all the fun amenities Camillo’s mansion had to offer. There was a paintball arena and a miniature castle that had been built from a clump of trees in the woods. There was even a private lagoon with the most incredible and serene floating platform I’d ever seen. For four hours during the day, the sun battered down on it, providing the perfect area for Cassie and me to sunbathe while Camillo bonded with all the children.
This island had it all and, for a little while, I was able to convince myself it was a family vacation. I was able to lose myself in my dreams of Camillo bringing our family together and being the man I desperately wanted in my life. I dreamed of us being the perfect family and living together on this picturesque island, homeschooling the boys and raising them in this wonderful Italian culture.
But Camillo and I were also able to sneak away sometimes. Ana would be napping and the boys would be playing video games and he would take that time to show me other hidden features he’d peppered along the island. There was a rock cave with a stone rolled in front of it that had been converted into a dungeon. It had authentic chains and manacles he could use to strap me to the wall, so he could dispense his erotic torture to my body. There was a beautifully hidden waterfall, complete with a hidden passageway that dumped into a natural hot spring.
And on the walls that lined the hidden passageway, there were toys and blindfolds he could use before taking my body as the hot water engulfed us both.
Our sex had been adventurous and inventive. It had been fulfilling and wild. Camillo had introduced me to things I would’ve never dreamed existed and I found my love for things like paddles and leather. Never in my life had I felt so satisfied and content and, for a little while, I was able to convince myself that this was real and that we were happy and safe and in love.
But then, I got up one morning and heard Camillo on the phone again. I crept around the corner and stood there, pulling my robe close against my body while his fluid, sensual voice jolted me back into reality.
“Are the weapons I requested in place?” he asked.
I felt bile rising up in my throat as the sun slowly started to trickle up from beyond the horizon.
“Yes, it’s happening,” he said. “All you have to do is get them in their proper place. I’ll take it from there.”
Tears rose into my eyes as I pressed my back against the wall. How could I have been so stupid? How in the world did I fall for this again? How could I have convinced myself that we weren’t still in danger? Camillo was still who he was despite where we were. I heard Camillo hang up the phone before he strode around the corner and I could tell I’d caught him off guard as his eyes descended onto my shaking body.
“How could I have been so stupid?” I asked breathlessly.
“What’s wrong, Rose?” he asked.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Who the hell was that on the phone, Camillo? I allowed myself to fall into this fantasy you’ve painted for all of us, but enough is enough. You need to tell me what is going on.”
I saw a frown cross his face before he drew in a deep breath through his nose. He tried to take my hands but I wrenched them away, pressing my quaking body deeper into the wall as he took a step back from me.
“I found the source of our issues,” he said. “They’re camped out in areas around my cabin back home.”
“So, what the hell are you going to do from here?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said. “I’m leaving soon to go take care of it.”
“Wait, what? You’re… you’re leaving us here?”
“Yes. To resolve our issues, once and for all.”
“Stop being so cryptic, Camillo,” I said. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
“What do you want to know, Rose?” he asked.
“Who are these enemies? Why are they so dangerous?”
I could see the war raging behind his eyes. He was battling between telling me everything and keeping me in the dark. But I was done with the darkness and I was done with the mystery. It was no longer fun, sexy, or intriguing.
I wanted answers and I wanted them now.
“Come with me,” he said as he held out his hand.
He led me into his room before he locked the door behind us. He guided me toward the bed and sat me down, my hands encompassed by his while he sat next to me. I took deep breaths to try and still my body while his eyes searched mine and then he drew a deep breath through his lips.
He was finally going to talk to me.
“You have to understand, Rose. It’s hard for me to say these things.”
“But you have to,” I said. “You can’t build a life worth anything around secrecy.”
That seemed to be the statement he needed that broke the dam of emotion behind his eyes.
“My father was a powerful man in Italy but he had poor taste in friends. He built an empire in organized crime but it ultimately led to the death of him and my mother.”
“Oh, my gosh,” I said breathlessly.
“My father vowed revenge and that’s when he dragged me into things, training me to take over the family business. I never wanted this lifestyle for myself but I couldn’t disobey my father. And, after he and my mother were killed, my brother Lorenzo and I were left with a mess on our hands. I was good at what I did and I continued to do it because I didn’t know what else I was supposed to do.”
Tears poured down my cheeks as Camillo took in another deep breath. He had been born into a life that was full of violence and darkness and had never had a chance to really live in the light. As terrified as I was of his past and what it could mean for us, I was heartbroken for the man he never had the chance
to become.
“Did these people also kill Junior’s parents?” I asked.
He nodded. “At first, all I wanted was revenge, but then I had Junior to think of and I couldn’t expose him to any more violence. That’s why I tried to leave the life behind, to make a new start for my nephew and myself.”
“But your past just keeps coming back to haunt you,” I said quietly.
“Yes,” he said, nodding. “And now, they’ve tracked me down. I can’t outrun them anymore, so I’m going to have to stand and fight.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight – Camillo
The look on her face made me sick with shame and regret. Her expression changed from pity to anger and the moment she slipped her hands from mine, I knew I was in danger of losing her. I wished I could have come to her clean, the way she had to me. I wished I could put back on that white suit and cleanse my soul for her taking. But I couldn’t. This was who I was. If killing these men was required to keep my daughter and the woman I loved safe, then I would do it without hesitation.
“You’re not going to even try another way?” she asked. “At all?”
“There isn’t another way,” I said. “Not when you’re dealing with them. They are ruthless, and they’ve proven time and time again that they will take the lives of innocent women in order to prove their point. I will not let that happen to you or our daughter.”
I tried to reach out and dry her tears but she moved away from me.
I couldn’t blame her. She was looking into the eyes of a killer. I’d tried to put these ways aside. I’d tried to forget the life I led before I uprooted my nephew and moved to Pennsylvania. I wanted to clean up my business and make it legitimate, casting out the people I knew were ruthless and keeping the people, I knew would attempt to build something great with me.
Now it seemed that no matter what I’d hoped for, I could never be the man I wanted to be.
I wouldn’t allow my family to be at risk. Rose stared at me, her eyes wild with fear and fury, but it still didn’t prompt me to stop my plan. I was going to do whatever it took to keep them safe.
