“Sí.”
My eyes blurred for a second. I blinked, then went still, surprised to see dark auburn hair instead of black. I blinked again, Camila’s hair black once more.
“Fuck me hard,” she panted out.
I continued to stare at her hair, then shook my head, knowing I must have imagined the reddish-brown color. It was lack of sleep, nothing more. “Just remember, you asked for it,” I said, pushing her onto her stomach. I started pounding her pussy, enjoying her screams of ecstasy, the woman making me feverish. My eyes blurred again, but I didn’t stop, the pleasure now overriding everything else.
She looked over her shoulder at me, her blue eyes making me think of the Padre, his eyes so similar to hers. I didn’t know how I could face him again; I didn’t want to. I wanted to fuck this Donatelli, rather than to get fucked by her uncle.
I slammed my cock inside of Camila, reaffirming who I wanted to be with. She screamed again, sending my mind elsewhere. I’d made many women scream, but only one had affected me badly, making me feel evil. No, she wasn’t a woman, she was a girl, and her screams weren’t of ecstasy. Sophia had screamed and screamed for me to stop fucking her, but I hadn’t, my mind not my own—like now. I knew something was wrong, but again, I didn’t want to stop, both my mind and body working against me, spurring me on.
The present started merging with the past—or what could’ve happened all those years ago. I was never sure what had gone down between Sophia and me, since my memories constantly changed. But right now, I could see myself on top of her, fucking her from behind. She was lying on a dirt floor, something strange in itself, because I couldn’t imagine choosing such a place to have taken her. She was crying for me to stop, but I didn’t. Did it happen or did I imagine it, because Rita didn’t remember?
I looked down at Sophia’s bare ass, my cock going in and out of her pussy. I pulled out and flipped her over, wanting to see her face, to show her who she belonged to. I grabbed her legs and pulled her closer, pushing my cock back inside of her. She stared up at me with tears in her eyes. She continued to beg me to stop, her expression finally getting to me, filling me with guilt. I had wanted her, but not like this, never like this.
I pulled out of her, crying out as a strap came down across my back.
“Fuck her,” a deep voice said, “or I’ll punish you both.”
I couldn’t see the man who’d whipped me, but I knew he would follow through on his threat. I pushed my cock back inside of her. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I’m sorry.” I kept pumping her even though I was softening, what I was doing turning me off, not on.
A voice behind me ordered me to destroy her pussy, to take her hard, the man laughing. Now completely soft, I pretended to do what he wanted, too scared to anger him, my back in pain from what he’d done.
A yell came out of nowhere, someone else’s voice shouting at me to stop, their tone filled with horror. I was yanked away from Sophia, the person holding me so much bigger. A blow struck me across the back of my head, knocking me to the floor, my body just as naked as Sophia’s. She screamed, the sound chilling me to the bone. I looked up, seeing Christo grab her, his muscular body dwarfing hers. I scrambled to my feet, wanting to save her. No matter what she’d done to me in the past, I still cared for her.
Someone grabbed me from behind, holding me tight as Christo shoved his cock inside of Sophia, her agonized cry tearing me apart. I yelled and screamed, begging for him to stop as I struggled against—
I looked up at the Padre, his vicious face drying up my words. He shoved me to the dirt floor and lifted his robes, showing me his hard cock. “You don’t fuck, Gabriel, you get fucked.” He descended upon me, making me scream, my voice merging in with Sophia’s.
3
Camila
Only moments ago Jagger had been fucking me passionately, making me scream in ecstasy. But now he was flailing about on the floor, hitting out at thin air, begging for the Padre to stop.
I moved across the floor and grabbed his arms. “The Padre’s not here,” I said.
He shot away from me. I followed him, knowing I needed to make him realize what he was seeing wasn’t real. He pushed himself into a corner, his terrified face breaking my heart. I didn’t know why the man affected me like this. I didn’t give a merda about anything, other than what I wanted. But right now, all I cared about was making him feel better, my needs no longer important.
I approached him slowly, talking to him in a reassuring voice. He stared at me, appearing confused, maybe finally seeing me. As I neared him, he covered his head with his arms. I pulled them down and wrapped my arms around him, wanting to give him comfort. To my relief he didn’t push me away, though his body was stiff, fear still coursing through him.
“Please don’t fuck me,” he said.
His voice sounded young; reminding me he was only twenty-three—six years younger than me. It made me want to protect him, something I’d never felt for anyone other than famiglia.
“His brother made me do it,” he added. “I didn’t want to, but I had to or he would’ve hurt her more.”
“Who are you talking about?” I asked.
He started babbling, his words not making sense—other than the name Christo. What the hell had my uncle done to him? I thought only the Padre had fucked him up.
I kissed his forehead, again murmuring soothing words until he relaxed in my arms. Once he was quiet, I let go of him and cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. “What did Christo do to you?”
He stared back, giving me the impression he was trying to work out whether I was real or not.
“Jagger,” I said, this time making my voice stern. “What did my uncle do?”
“He made me fuck Sophia ... I think ... possibly. Merda, I’m not sure.” He put his hands to his head. “I thought I’d killed her, but I couldn’t have, because she’d screamed when Christo took her. He fucked her too, I think. I’m so fucking confused; I don’t know what’s real and what’s not anymore.”
“The Padre told me he caught you raping Sophia. He pulled you off her, said she looked dead, but he didn’t mention Christo being there, plus Christo said he didn’t know about you hurting Sophia.”
Jagger dropped his gaze, appearing ashamed.
“Look at me,” I said.
He raised his gaze, those golden eyes of his haunted.
“It happened, it’s done, it’s over,” I added. “You need to move on.”
He shook his head. “I can’t, the Padre won’t allow me to move on; Sophia won’t either. I hurt her, like he hurt me. I told her she deserved it, but she didn’t. I knew how it felt, yet I did it to her. It made me want to kill myself, but I still hurt her.”
“Do you know this for sure? Because you said you weren’t certain.”
He breathed out. “I’m not certain of anything, plus Rita didn’t remember.”
“Then maybe it never happened, so stop tormenting yourself.”
“I can’t help it. The memories, or whatever they are, keep playing over and over in my head. I think I’m losing my mind.” He started rubbing his eyes, being too rough.
I yanked his hands down. “What drugs did you take?”
“I didn’t take anything.”
“It doesn’t look like it. Was it acid?”
“No.” He pulled his hands free and looked past me, his eyes scanning the room.
I grabbed his face. “We’re the only ones here, so answer my question honestly. What drugs did you take?”
“I told you, I took nothing.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m just losing my mind.”
“Did you take drugs all those years ago?”
He opened his eyes. “When?”
“When you said you attacked Sophia.”
“Only antidepressants. The Padre used to force them down my throat. I hated them, they made me hallucinate.”
“One of my sisters used antidepressants and they never made her hallucinate. Maybe the bastardo gave you something
else, and if he did, maybe what you thought you did was all a dream.”
“It felt real.”
“Dreams can feel real, especially if you’ve been drugged, so forget about the Padre and Sophia.”
“I can’t with Sophia, Rita, or whatever her name is, being here. I don’t want to see her anymore, I want her gone; I want her out of my life for good—like the Padre.”
“I can make that happen.”
“How?”
“I’ll tell her where the passage out of here is.”
“She won’t leave Frano.”
“She will if she finds out my uncles have her brother.”
Jagger went rigid. “What?”
“I got a call earlier. Matteo took her brother from the mental hospital.”
He started shaking his head, his eyes filled with panic. “No, they’ll hurt Lucan, he’s like a child.”
“They won’t, as long as Rita goes to them. They’re only holding him to get to her. They’ll return him to the hospital once she gives herself up. Christo told me and his word is law. So, all I have to do is tell her about what’s happened and to direct her to the passage.”
“She already knows where it is.”
“Good, then it’ll happen. And, caro, you are safe now. I will make sure my uncles never come near you again.” I took a hold of his lovely face and kissed his lips, getting lost in them for a moment. I finally forced myself to stop. “And if you stay with me, I’ll get you Thierry too.”
“How and when?”
“Christo promised to give him back once he takes care of Sophia,” I said, lying so he wouldn’t leave.
“I can’t wait for that, the Padre will be hurting him now.”
“Thierry is all right,” I lied again. “Matteo’s protecting him.”
“Why would Matteo do that? He hates me.”
“But not Thierry. He likes your brother, while he hates the Padre with a passion,” which I knew was true.
Jagger frowned, looking like he was trying to decide if I was telling the truth or not, but I was an accomplished liar, so much so that I could fool anyone. Lying was second nature to me, something that allowed me to get so many things I wanted, and right now, I wanted Jagger to do as he was told and to stay with me. He was my meal ticket as well someone I wanted to keep in my bed, the man overwhelming when it came to sex. He made me feel things I hadn’t before, even with Frano. I wanted to both protect and dominate Jagger. It was something I’d always craved doing with a man, which made it strange that I ever thought I had a chance with Frano. The Don was far too domineering to ever be submissive—unlike Jagger, who was a dom’s dream in the making.
I leaned forward and kissed Jagger again. He opened his mouth for me, letting me in, so different from before. I could never tell what he was going to do, the man a contradiction. He would do something one second, then the complete opposite the next. He was hardwired differently from everyone else—a beautiful paradox.
He pulled back, his eyes so sorrowful. “Make me forget.”
“Go lie on the couch,” I said. “I’ll make you forget everything.”
“No,” he snapped, now looking angry. “I didn’t mean sex.”
“It will still work.”
I pushed him onto his back and yanked his pants over his slim hips. Swearing at me, he went to sit up. I placed a hand on his hard stomach and dropped my head, taking his cock in my mouth, knowing he’ll forgive me in a second. He shouted out, but instead of pushing me away, he placed his hands on my head, forcing my mouth further over his cock, almost choking me. I jerked my head back, then went down on him again, massaging his balls at the same time. Jagger let out a gasp, definitely liking what I was doing.
A bang came from the door, Frano’s voice following, “Why is the door locked?”
I removed my mouth from Jagger’s cock. “Because I’m blowing Jagger.”
Silence answered me, then footsteps receded, making me laugh. “Fuck him if he thinks he can get everything he wants,” I said, moving my mouth back over Jagger’s cock.
Shoving me off him, Jagger got to his feet and yanked up his pants, his expression angry once more. I jumped up as he headed for the door, blocking him from leaving.
“Get out of my fucking way!” he yelled.
“What are you mad at?”
He jabbed a finger at me. “You’re not using me to make my cousin jealous. He doesn’t give a merda about you—nor do I. And blowing me won’t make me forget. Sex is the root of my problems, not the solution.”
Furious at his harsh words, I grabbed his cock. “Apologize!”
He grabbed my neck. “Let go!”
“Not until you apologize.”
“No, I’m the one who’s owed an apology after all the merda your famiglia heaped upon me. I was eleven when your uncle first took me. Eleven!”
I stared at him in shock, never really having thought about what was done to him. I knew my uncle had taken Jagger from a young age, but not that young!
He continued, “For six fucking years he tormented me, then returned for more, and now you want to use me too. Why can’t you Donatelli just fucking leave me alone?”
“I didn’t abuse you,” I said, letting go of him. “I was trying to help you.”
“By sucking my cock? And what about your uncle? He told everyone he was helping me. Instead, he was helping himself to me.” He moved his face close to mine. “So, the next time you decide to help me remember what I did to the Padre’s cock. You may not have one to cut off, but you have two fine-looking tits that I’m sure you’d much rather keep.” He shoved me aside and unlocked the door, disappearing out of the room.
I blinked, horrified by his words, and even more horrified that I believed the threat. A loud voice down the passage snapped me out of my dumbfounded state. It sounded like Jagger was telling someone off. I grabbed my clothes and quickly pulled them on, now wanting to be with my sister and niece, Jagger having rattled me. I knew I’d pushed him too far, but he also needed to learn that I wasn’t my uncle. I wanted what was best for the both of us, not just for me, because I really did like Jagger, more than I cared to admit.
I left the gym, heading into the dining room. The scarred soldier turned my way, making me stiffen. He always gave me a friendly smile, but right now he looked furious, no doubt over Jagger telling him off. I wondered what he’d done to anger Jagger, if he’d done anything at all, because Jagger really was a ticking time bomb.
“Signorina,” the soldier said, his voice gravelly. “A word of advice: if you value your life, don’t walk around here on your own.”
I stopped in front of him, not appreciating his words. “No one’s allowed to hurt me; I’m pregnant with Frano’s baby.”
He scowled. “More like Jagger’s. Does Frano know you’re fucking his cousin?”
I stiffened further. “I’m not fucking Jagger.”
“With the way you were screaming in the gym, it sure as hell sounded like Jagger was shoving his cock up your figa.”
“He wasn’t fucking me, he was threatening me. He’s completely crazy.”
“I know exactly what he was doing, so don’t try to play me or my boss for fools.”
“Honestly, he was threatening me.” I touched my throat. “He almost choked me. Look at my neck.” I dropped my hand for him, hoping that Jagger had left marks on me.
The man ran his fingers over my throat, making me step back. “You shouldn’t follow him into rooms then.”
“I won’t after today.”
He looked over his shoulder, then back at me. “How about you follow me into a room instead?” He smiled. “I promise I won’t leave any marks.”
“No.” I went to move around him, but he mirrored me. “Move out of my way!” I snapped.
He stepped in closer, making me take another step back. “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I won’t hurt you. I’ve been good to you, haven’t I?”
I nodded, hoping someone would walk in, the man now scaring m
e.
“That’s because I like you.” He took a step away from me, giving me space. “You’re a beautiful donna.”
“Grazie,” I replied, relieved he was backing off.
“You’re very welcome.” He patted his crotch. “Though, I’m sure you’d like this if you tried it. Your figa won’t want another cock after being filled by mine.”
I remained quiet, knowing I couldn’t answer without biting his head off. The man obviously didn’t know proper etiquette, what he’d said incredibly insulting. Regardless of being under house arrest, I deserved to be treated with respect, not leered at like a common puttana. He was a lowly soldier, the bottom rung of the mafia hierarchy. He shouldn’t even be talking to me, let alone making lewd passes. I was so far out of his league we weren’t even in the same hemisphere. And regardless of position, he was unpleasant to look at. Although he had a nice body, his face was too harsh, the scar across it making it even harsher. I liked beautiful men, not brutes.
He waved his hand in the air. “But since you’re obviously not interested, I’ve got a different proposition for you. Prior to becoming a soldier, I was a personal trainer. So, if you would like, I can run through a brief workout with you. It won’t take long, just to get you started.”
“I’m not dressed for exercise,” I said, knowing damn well he was still after sex.
He smiled wide. “You don’t need clothes for this type of exercise.”
“Vaffanculo!” I yelled, losing my patience with him.
“No, I’m not fucking off; I’m going to be fucking you.”
“Get out of my way before I scream this house down!”
“If you do, I’ll tell Don Landi you’ve been fucking Jagger instead of Frano.”
I sneered at him. “It doesn’t matter which one of them I’m fucking, because I’m still pregnant with a D’Angelo baby. If Pedro kills me, he’ll be killing a D’Angelo.”
He smiled wide, looking like he’d one-upped me. “Okay, how about this? If you don’t head back to the gym and spread your legs for me, I will shoot your lovers, then place the blame on you and your sister. Pedro thinks your famiglia are the root of all evil, so he’ll believe me over you any day. After that, you and your sister will be used by all the soldiers, then shot once we’re finished filling you with cum.”
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