It takes a few seconds before the medication kicks in, and when the worst of the panic is smothered, I think to clean myself.
Jesus, Christiano has probably been with half the women in New York, and I just let him fuck me bare.
Thankfully, I’m on the pill to regulate my menstrual cycle, but that won’t save me from an STD.
The thought of Chrisitiano being with other women fills my chest with unreasonable jealousy, and once I’m done cleaning his release off me, I grab a towel and wrap it around my body.
I hold my hand in front of me and wait for the trembling to stop before I unlock the door and yank it open. Walking back into the bedroom, I switch on the light. My eyes fall on Christiano’s bare chest, and now that I’m able to see his tattoos clearly, I’m struck speechless.
Across his heart is my name, and right beneath it are the words, ‘Pi sempti mia.’
My Sicilian is very rusty, but I think I know what it means.
“Forever mine,” Christiano whispers, his tone intimate and possessive.
Then I notice two cuts. One across his forearm and the other over his ribs. They look fresh.
Thank God I just took a Xanax because as I look at the wounds, I spiral a little, thinking how easily he could’ve been killed.
I rip my eyes away from Christiano, and walking to the closet, I grab my silk robe. I put it on before letting the towel fall to the floor, and with my back turned to the bed, I ask, “Are you clean or should I visit a doctor to check for STDs?”
The bed creaks, and a second later, I’m grabbed by the arm and swung around.
As I gasp, Christiano leans down and growls, “You think I’ve cheated on you?”
My mind scrambles, and I blurt out the first thing I can think of. “It’s not cheating if we’re not together.”
His expression becomes grimmer, and anger makes a dangerous light shine in his eyes. “I never gave up on us, Sienna. Not for a single fucking second.” He leans in even closer. “Unlike you, I keep my promises. I haven’t been with any fucking women, and I never will be with anyone but you.” He inhales a harsh breath. “So no, you don’t have to check for STDs.”
Realizing he’s gravely offended, I quickly give him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?” He pulls away fast, as if touching me burns him. Snatching his shirt from the floor, he yanks it on while his voice cuts sharply through the air. “Didn’t know I love you, or that what we have means so little that you think I’d cheat on you the moment things get hard?”
He sits down on the bed, his breathing harsh as his temper spirals out of control. When he reaches for his boots, I dart forward and shove them away.
Kneeling in front of him, I place my hands on his thighs and give him a pleading look. “I’m sorry, Christiano. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Desperate to calm his explosive temper, I dart up again and wrap my arms around his neck. Instead of pushing me away like I’ve done countless times with him, he pulls me onto his lap and grips me tightly.
I listen as he takes deep breaths of my scent, and when his body shudders, I begin to rub my right hand up and down his back.
Jesus. We’re such a mess.
Chapter 14
Christiano
It takes a couple of minutes for my anger to retreat, and once I’m calm again, I feel fucking exhausted.
The first thought that comes to mind is about what happened between us tonight. I didn’t come over to have sex with Sienna, but now that I’ve finally had the privilege of burying my cock inside her, I’m completely done for.
I was obsessed with her before I got to fuck her, and now… what comes after obsession?
Our fates are so intertwined that separation equals death.
I might be an irrational, controlling, murderous bastard who’s forcing the woman he loves to marry him, but at least I’m her bastard. There aren’t any words to explain how I feel about Sienna, but I can easily describe what I will do should I lose her.
Besides going fucking insane, I’ll obliterate everything in my path because without her, there’s only the darkness, and it will devour all the good in my life.
