She smiled at me, the look on her face a definite come-on. I didn’t know what she was playing at doing it in front of the Landi soldier, because she was meant to be Frano’s fiancée—not my lover. Or maybe she was giving the soldier a show, because he was staring at her peachy ass, looking like he wanted to plow it. I glared at him. His gaze shifted to me. He was the tall man with the scar across his face, the one who’d been here prior to the fallout with Pedro. He gave me a shrug, as if to say he couldn’t help it, then looked away, at least giving us some pretense of privacy.
I turned back to my meal and scooped up some egg, stuffing it into my mouth. I looked up as Camila sat across the table from me. She reached over for a pastry, leaning so far forward I could see down her dress, her huge tits practically popping out. She settled back in her chair and put the pastry in her mouth, moving it in and out of it, the sexual overtones blatant. I grimaced at her, not appreciating what she was doing. I wasn’t interested in sharing another woman with Frano, no matter how much I wanted to fuck her. I would always come second to him, especially with women like Camila. She was more interested in power—which I had none of.
I picked up my juice and finished it off, wishing she would just leave me in peace. I jolted as her foot touched my leg.
I put my glass down. “Don’t touch me,” I gritted out.
“Are you sure about that?” She licked her upper lip.
I glanced at the soldier. He was leaning against the wall, talking on a radio, thankfully not paying us attention. I refocused on Camila. “If you value your life, don’t come onto me in front of the soldier,” I whispered.
“Oh, he’s fine; he won’t cause me trouble.” She leaned towards me, whispering the last part. “He’d rather look at my ass than see it shot.”
“All the more reason why you need to be careful.”
She smiled. “Are you jealous?”
“No, I’m concerned for your safety. A man like him could take what he wants and make it look like it’s your fault, so don’t tempt him. He’s not a mafia soldier, he’s a real one. They don’t play by the same rules.”
She scowled at me. “Mafia soldiers raped my sister, so as far as I see it, he’s better than them. He obviously has some integrity, since he hasn’t touched me inappropriately since I’ve been here. Even when I was walking around naked as a slave, he only did what he was asked.”
“Because Frano was in power then. Pedro wouldn’t give a merda if the soldier hurts you; if anything, he’ll pay him more.”
“Not if it upsets Frano.”
“You do realize that Frano doesn’t even like you? He only saved you because he didn’t want your blood staining his floor.”
Her jaw clenched. “Why are you being so cruel?”
“To knock some sense into you. You’re walking a fine line between life and death in this house.”
The kitchen door opened, pulling my attention away from her. Honey stepped into the dining room, stopping when she saw me, her expression of longing making my stomach churn. I turned back to my food and resumed eating, hoping she’d leave without causing trouble. Footsteps sounded behind me, quickly petering out. I glanced over my shoulder, relieved she was gone.
Camila’s foot touched my leg again, making me want to yell at her. I pushed up from my chair, angry that she was ignoring my advice.
She sprang up and shot around the table as I headed for the staircase. “What are you doing today?” she asked.
“Nothing with you.” I stopped in front of the soldier, who was ogling Camila again. “Keep your eyes off her! She’s the Don’s woman. Show some respect.”
The soldier lowered his eyes. “Mi scusi.”
Satisfied with his apology, I left the room, heading up the staircase. A hand brushed my ass, Camila not letting up. Ignoring her, I turned into the passage, already regretting bedding her. I’d enjoyed fucking her more than I cared to admit, and ached to do her again, I just wished a Donatelli hadn’t been the one to set me on fire. I hated her famiglia, they had ruined my life. They had raped both my body and mind, then had gone back for more.
I went to open my bedroom door, stepping back in surprise as it opened from within. Honey emerged from it, her eyes widening upon seeing me.
“What the fuck are you doing in my room?!” I snapped.
“I wanted to tidy it for you.”
“I clean my own room.”
Her lips quivered. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t upset you again.” She slipped past me, disappearing down the staircase.
Exhaling, I entered my room, getting even more annoyed as Camila barged past me. “Get out,” I said.
She turned to me, backing me against the wall. “You don’t really want that, do you?” she said, reaching for my pants.
“Get your hands off him!” a woman yelled.
My head whipped around, surprised to find a furious-looking Bianca standing by my bed. But it was the anger on Camila’s face that made me move fast. I grabbed her before she could attack Bianca, the banshee screaming and yelling that she was going to kill my ex-lover.
“Stop it!” I snapped, lifting her off her feet.
She struggled against me, still trying to get at Bianca.
“Bianca. Out!” I shouted.
Bianca shook her head, the woman just as strong-willed as Camila, if not more so when it came to me. “Make her leave, you owe me that much,” she said.
Camila continued to scream, cursing Bianca to hell and back.
I placed a hand over her mouth, muffling her yells. “Open the door, then.”
Bianca walked past us, which set Camila off even more. She started kicking at my legs, trying to get free from me. I yelled out as she got me in the shins. As soon as Bianca opened the door, I shoved Camila out of my room, quickly closing the door. Wincing from her kicks, I leaned against the surface, definitely not wanting to let her back in.
Bianca grabbed my face and kissed me.
I jerked my head to the side. “Don’t, Bianca.”
“Why not?!” she yelled, her anger taking me by surprise. “You’re mine, not that troia’s.”
“I’m not either of yours, and I told you not to come into my room uninvited. And why were you in here with Honey?”
Her face darkened. “She wanted to tidy your room, but I told her to leave. And I’m in here because it’s the only way to see you. Why have you been avoiding me?”
I grimaced, knowing I couldn’t upset her like I’d done to Honey. Bianca had almost died for me; I at least owed her the truth. “I lied to you,” I said.
She frowned. “About what?”
“When you came to visit me at the House of Whores, I said I loved you, and that I would leave the island with you. I lied. I said it so you would kill Alberto.”
She started shaking her head, the hurt in her eyes already telling me she knew it was true.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t know you would get hurt.” I touched the bandage on her nose. The rest of her face had healed from Alberto’s attack, her visage beautiful once more. She was everything I should want—but didn’t. Maybe it was because she was nice like Honey, both of them dedicated and loving, unlike Camila—and Sophia.
The memory of seeing Frano fucking Sophia behind some bushes returned; something that had happened so long ago. I’d been standing by the river when they’d arrived in Frano’s car. Not wanting to explain why I was there, I’d rushed behind a bush, their arrival having interrupted a suicide attempt. After she’d rejected me on my birthday, I knew she’d gone to him for sex, but to actually see them do it—it broke me even more. I’d told her everything about the Padre, yet all she cared about was fucking my cousin. She didn’t give a merda about me. She could’ve stopped the Padre from raping me further. The Padre had visited me the night she’d run out on me, giving me a birthday I wished I could forget.
Bianca blinked at me, looking surprised that I had lied about loving her, which she shouldn’t, since I’d lied to her for most of our relation
ship. I’d only fucked her to piss off Alberto, something I’d failed miserably at, considering all he’d wanted was me.
The door banged behind me, Camila cursing at me for shutting her out. I ignored the troia, wanting to give Bianca my full attention. I needed to finally sever ties with her—for good.
“I’m sorry for everything you went through for me,” I said.
“I almost died,” she replied, her blue eyes begging me to tell her I still loved her. It was the same look of desperation that Honey gave me. But I couldn’t tell her something that wasn’t true. Instead, she needed to move on and find someone who would love her like she deserved.
“I’m not worth dying for,” I finally said, “and I’m not worth your time either.”
“No, you’re everything to me.” She placed a hand on my arm.
I moved her hand off me, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go. “I’m nothing, always was and always will be, so please don’t make me be cruel to you like I was to Honey. You deserve better.”
She clenched her hands; hurt still clouding her blue eyes. They were softer than Camila’s, more caring, but it didn’t change a thing—I didn’t want or love Bianca. I wasn’t sure if I could ever love a woman again, and I definitely didn’t want to let another one get close to me like I had with Sophia.
“What I deserve is you,” she finally said. She moved closer, looking as though she was going to kiss me. I stepped to the side and opened the door, relieved that Camila had left.
“Please leave,” I said.
Her face screwed up, looking like she was close to tears. “I am leaving. Frano’s sending me to the Santini household. That’s why I’m here; I want you to come with me.”
I shook my head. “I have another place to be.”
“Please, Jagger, no one will love you more than me.”
“The Padre used to tell me he loved me more than life itself, yet it didn’t stop him from making my life a living hell.”
She went stiff. “What?”
“Alberto did too; he said he loved me while he raped me. Honey also declared her love for me. Now she’s stalking me. You all love me, yet it always ends badly—because I love none of you. I haven’t loved someone since Sophia, and now I don’t even love her. I’m dead inside, Bianca. I don’t want to love anyone; I just want to be left alone, because that way I won’t get hurt.”
“I won’t hurt you.” She went to touch my face.
I slapped her hand away, now angry she wasn’t listening. “If you fucking love me, then leave!”
She jerked back. “Jagger, don’t—”
“No!” I cut her off. “You all say you love me, but you don’t truly mean it if you try to force me into doing things I don’t want. Can’t you all get it into your heads, I can’t love anyone. All I feel is hate.”
Her eyes began welling up, but unlike Honey she nodded. Without a word, she disappeared through the doorway, leaving me standing there, shocked that someone had actually listened to me. People never listened, they always took what they wanted, using me—breaking me. I wasn’t a human being to them; I was just a beautiful object they wanted to own.
I didn’t know how long I stood there for, stunned that she’d cared enough to leave, but I finally snapped out of it. I had a job to do—to save my brother. I grabbed my phone off the cabinet and stuffed it into my back pocket, then went for the door. I headed down the staircase and into the corridor that led to the room with the passageway out of the house.
As I reached it, footsteps caught my attention. I glanced over my shoulder, finding Camila following me. “Leave me be, Camila,” I said, beyond frustrated with her. I entered the room, closing the door behind me.
She pushed it open, making me stagger back, a sudden dizziness coming over me. I rubbed at my eyes, trying to clear my vision. The door slammed shut, grabbing my attention. Camila was heading for me, her form blurring. I blinked rapidly, finally clearing my vision.
“Why are you in here? You’re not dressed to work out,” she said, referring to my black pants and button-down shirt. Gym equipment took up one side of the room, while a sofa bed and a wardrobe lined the other wall.
“What’s it to you?” I replied, still not feeling right. Maybe I was just tired. I hadn’t slept well since I’d stopped taking drugs, which were more trouble than they were worth.
Camila crossed her arms over her chest. “I know there’s a passageway out of the house, and since you mentioned wanting to get Thierry back, I knew you’d make a move eventually.”
“Is that why you’ve been stalking me?”
“No, I’ve been stalking you because I want to fuck you.” She stepped closer, running a hand over my crotch.
I grabbed her wrist. “Don’t touch me without permission.”
Her eyebrows quirked. “As I recall, you touched me without permission yesterday, so it’s my turn to touch you.”
I shoved her hand away. “I’m busy, so leave.”
“There’s no use going after your brother, I’m already working on getting him released.”
“How?” I asked, now interested in what she had to say.
“Don’t worry your pretty head about it; I’ve got it all sorted.”
I glared at her. “Don’t patronize me.”
She cocked her head to the side, her eyes running up and down my body again, stripping me naked with her gaze. “I don’t want to patronize you, I want to dominate you.”
“Get in line.”
“There’s no one here but you and me, so looks like you have to service me.” She slipped her dress over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, revealing barely there red lingerie. She stepped out of the dress. “Pick it up,” she said.
“You dropped it.”
“Pick it up.”
Annoyed, I bent down and grabbed it to shut her up, the movement unbalancing me. I steadied myself, the dizziness disappearing again. Camila reached behind her back and undid her bra, sending it to the floor too. My eyes zeroed in on her tits, the beautiful mounds making my cock harden.
“Pick up my bra,” she said.
I looked up at her face. “I’m not playing your games, Camila.”
She tweaked her nipples, drawing my attention back to her tits. “Pick it up.”
“No,” I croaked out, the woman now torturing me. I wanted to squeeze my cock in between her tits, until I shot all over her face and neck.
“If you pick it up, I’ll take off my panties.”
Without thought, I reached down and swiped her bra off the floor, lowering my eyes to her pussy as she shimmied out of her panties, which I also picked up, knowing she would ask.
She said something, but I kept my gaze on her pussy, feeling my resolve start to crumble.
“Take off your clothes,” she said loudly.
I snapped out of my fixation. “Fuck off.”
“No, fuck you.” Smiling, she walked past me, smacking my ass along the way. I turned around and watched as she sat down on the sofa bed. She spread her legs wide, giving me a beautiful view of her pussy.
“I have to go,” I said reluctantly, the woman definitely tempting me.
“No, you have to come,” she crooked her finger at me, “and service me.”
I screwed my face up. “Service yourself, you arrogant troia.”
She placed her fingers on either side of her folds, showing me heaven. My cock jerked in response, screaming at me to take her, to give her what she wanted—what I wanted.
“Didn’t you enjoy this yesterday?” she asked, dipping a finger inside her pussy.
I breathed out, the troia affecting me far too much. I hated her—yet I loved her body. I preferred having something to hold onto when I fucked a woman. Her body was much more to my taste than Rita’s hard physique, my ex nothing like the girl she once was.
“I’m leaving the house,” I said, “and I don’t want you here when I go.”
“Too late, I already know where the passageway out of here is.”
“Then tell me,” I replied, not believing her.
“In this room, obviously, and I’ll find it once I search it. My home is full of hidden doorways. It was just a pity my famiglia were unprepared when Frano stormed the house, otherwise we would’ve used them.” She looked over at the mirror, then at the wardrobe. “My guess is the wardrobe.” She turned around and knelt on the bed, giving me a fantastic view of her ass. She looked over her shoulder at me. “But, I’d rather you stay with me, so here’s an incentive. Fuck whichever hole you want.”
Unable to hold back anymore, I rushed over, desperate to get inside of her. I undid my belt and shunted down my pants. My cock sprung forth, fully hard and now hurting, the cock-tease knowing how to play it.
“You want me to service you, I’ll fucking service you,” I said.
I shoved my cock inside her pussy, unable to wait long enough to prepare her other hole. I wanted wet and warm, not tight and dry. I grabbed her hips roughly, knowing I was bruising her, her cry confirming it. I was going to give her more than she could handle, so she would think twice about coming onto me again.
I started fucking her hard, slamming into her body, being rougher than normal. She cried out again, moving her body forward, probably trying to lessen the impact. But I was having none of that. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, tethering her to me. “Is this what you want, my cock taking control of you?” I slammed into her again, pulling out a scream. “Or do you want to fuck me with your orders, troia?”
“Jagger! Oh, Dio! Please—”
I yanked her head back more. “Please, what?” I asked.
She didn’t answer, her eyes glazing over, the ecstasy on her face surprising me. She was getting off on what I was doing. Most women didn’t like it when I was rough, always screaming it hurt, but Camila...
Smiling, I let go of her hair and grabbed onto her nipples, squeezing them hard. She screamed so loud I was sure Frano would hear her on the other side of the house. I ran my hands over her nipples, smoothing out the sting, then moved my right hand to her throat. I leaned over her, plastering my clothed body against her naked one. “Do you like me being rough?” I whispered into her ear.
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