“I’ve never had someone to care for,” he says, “not in the way a man looks after a woman. Yes, I watched over my brothers since the day I could walk, but with you it’s not the same thing at all. What I’ve done for you, what Iwoulddo for you…it’s different.”
His exhale breezes over the contours of my face and then Tristano presses his lips to my forehead briefly. “If you dream of me, I’ll consider myself fortunate. But if you have a nightmare, I’ll be here to rid you of it. Come what may, I’m not leaving you. Sleep well,ribelle.”
Tristano
Today is Violetta’s birthday.
This thought is prevalent among the others as I watch her sleep. She is beautiful in repose and my decision to leave her grows more difficult with each passing second. How can I walk away from someone who gives me purpose? A person who gives my life greater depth and meaning?
Somehow protecting and caring for this woman has ignited a fire in the darkest part of me, setting it ablaze with the basic needs of a man. I want to keep Violetta safe from all those that would harm her. This was clearly demonstrated when those fucking policemen thought to take what was mine.
And Violetta is, whether or not she’s aware of this fact.
Another basic need I have is wanting to see she’s provided for in every way. Her health, both mental and physical, is also very important to me. However, I especially enjoy caring for her sexually. Yes, that comes with benefits for me, but they’re secondary to her desires and her satisfaction. I take pride in pleasuring her, and by doing so I obtain contentment just by watching her.
The way her breath hitches right before she comes…
Fuck me.
I adjust my now hardened cock and then run the heel of my hand over it. If she knew how desperate I am to have her, Violetta would run from me, from the beast inside that wants to ravage and claim her, for me and me alone.
“Where did you come from?” I whisper, taking her hand in mine and kissing the back of it. “How can such innocence, hidden underneath a will of iron, still exist in our world?”
Of course she doesn’t answer, continuing to slumber peacefully. I’d like to think it’s because she trusts me more than before. And it’s this trust that helps me keep my distance. I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize the fragile string. It could be snapped at any moment, especially if I come onto her too strongly.
Then there’s Carina and Rafael to consider.
Our age difference is a problem for them and everyone else. I don’t concern myself with other people’s opinions, but members of my family are the exception. Rafael going for my throat because of his fiancée would ruin the peace we’ve had for so long. And could possibly damage the foundation my brothers and I built when we re-entered the underworld together. We did it with the intention to get revenge, rise in power, and leave a legacy.
I won’t sacrifice all of that for a woman.
Even if she’s everything I desire.
Over and over I tell myself to leave the room, to let Violetta sleep undisturbed, but I…fucking can’t. Instead, I let my selfishness take over.
After I remove my shoes and clothes, and then change into a pair of shorts and climb into the bed with her. Violetta’s body looks smaller when she’s curled up like she is right now. However, when I gather her into my arms and her curves press against the length of my torso, she seems less petite.
Not to mention, her body can bring a man to his knees.
I blow out a sharp breath while acknowledging this was not the best course of action. Because now that I have my hands on Violetta, I want to touch her everywhere. And I meaneverywhere. Her soft skin is like a rare lotus silk and I want it all over me. Driving into her tight cunt with her arms and legs wrapped around me, her breasts rubbing against my chest, and her lips on mine, would enable me to feel all of her at once.
The fantasy, that could quickly turn into reality, has me clenching both my fists and my teeth to refrain from acting on it. Violetta nuzzles the base of my throat and releases a tiny sigh, the warm puff of air skimming over where my pulse thrashes madly. How I’d love to hear that sound after I’ve fucked her to the point of exhaustion, where that’s the only noise she can manage since she’s drained of energy but full of satisfaction.
I thought I could rein in the hunger if I fed the craving by simply being near her or possibly holding her. But I was wrong. So fucking wrong. All I’ve done is tease the beast and now it’s more ravenous than before.
This time spent hearing Violetta’s sweet breaths, feeling the plush curves of her body, and inhaling her enticing scent, only reinforces how much I want what I can’t have. “Hell on earth” is an understatement considering how torturous and sublime this is for me. It takes me a long while to tame my carnal urges and to fully exert self-control over them. Meanwhile, she sleeps on without knowledge of the battle raging inside me.
Because of her.
I might have discipline, but I can’t stop myself from wanting her. As long as I don’t submit to my cravings, everything will be fine. This may be the biggest lie I’ve ever told myself.
In order to shift my thoughts away from the inner turmoil, I concentrate on my plans for the day. Tension sinks into my muscles at the idea of dealing with my mother. The fact that she believes she can coerce me into something infuriates me. My brothers and I are owed these fucking answers, yet she thinks to hold them over my head. Not for the first time, I worry that I could strangle her.
It’s due to the injustice of the situation, but also because I will give her whatever she wants, despite everything. My need to know, to have understanding of the past, drives me to look beyond her manipulative tactics and focus on what’s truly important.
Closure for my brothers and me.
We need to fully move on from that dark period in our lives and embrace what’s to come. For Maximus and Rafael it’s their wives. Both of them rejected my monologues on building a legacy and its importance, but both of them will contribute to it.
