“Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you so much you’ll be the perfect fit. That perfect little channel was made for me, baby. It’ll adjust.”
Her movements grew faster, but the sweet torture became unbearable. Grabbing her hips, I held her in place and slammed into her the way I wanted. Her breasts bounced wildly in front of my face with each thrust, and her screams echoed off the bathroom walls, making them sound even louder.
She was a screamer, but I loved it. It was real. Unlike the others I’d been with, she wasn’t faking it. Her pleasure and pain were authentic.
With a ragged moan, I buried myself to the hilt and let go, flooding her with everything I had. That pussy was by far my favorite. I’d never fucked a girl four times in less than twenty-four hours, but the way her body wrapped around me sent a message straight to my cock.
Emily collapsed on top of me, completely spent. I slipped out of her carefully, felt the slight tremble in her limbs. I washed her off, then lifted her into my arms and carried her out of the bathroom. She rested in my hold, calm and quiet, as I laid her on the bed.
Wrapping a towel around her, I grabbed another one for myself, then picked up one of the painkillers from the nightstand and handed it to her with a glass of water. She took it without a word. I wondered if maybe I should’ve listened to the doctor. But fuck, I wasn’t the only one to blame. Emily wanted me as bad as I wanted her. And hell, she was fucking irresistible.
***
It was the middle of the night when a knock jolted me awake. Instinct kicked in. I grabbed my gun from the nightstand and moved toward the door, but the second I heard Maxim’s voice, I lowered it and opened up.
“Is it time?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.
His eyes said it all. “The doctor says he won’t make it through the night.”
I gave a nod. “Let Brando know. If he wants to say goodbye, now’s the time.”
I shut the door and started getting dressed.
“What’s going on, Carlo? Where are you going?” Emily’s voice was soft, still heavy with sleep.
“My father’s dying.”
That woke her up fast. She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest. “I’m really sorry… Can I come with you?”
I buttoned my shirt, standing at the edge of the bed. “You didn’t know him. You don’t need to watch a man take his last breath for me.”
“I want to be there for you.” She leaned forward, took my hand, gentle and sincere.
I gave a short nod. “Get dressed. Giorgio’s waiting outside. He’ll show you the way.”
When I stepped into my father’s room, the doctor was checking his pulse. He looked up and quietly moved aside. “I’ll give you some privacy.”
“Is he in pain?” I asked.
“No. He’s in a deep coma. Peaceful.”
I sat down beside the bed, took my father’s hand. His skin felt cold. Fragile. I closed my eyes.
“Father.” The word came out barely above a whisper. A name. A prayer. A goodbye.
A wave of grief rolled over me, deep and sudden. I never imagined I’d see him like this. Don Fernando. The man who’d built an empire, crushed anyone in his path… reduced to skin and bone. The man I’d feared and admired in equal measure had died the day of the accident. What remained now was a shell, and even that was fading.
A warm hand touched my shoulder. I didn’t have to look, her scent gave her away. Emily. I took her hand and guided her to the chair beside me.
“Were you two close?” she asked.
My eyes stayed on the bed. “He was a good father.”
It was the truth. But there wasn’t much more to say. He’d been a good father, but he’d also been a terrifying man.
Emily placed a hand on my thigh, saying nothing. I glanced at her face, serene, beautiful, calm in a way that made no sense. This girl, she was unbelievable.
In less than two months, everything she knew had been ripped away. Her home, her friends, her country, all gone. She’d been beaten within an inch of her life, handed over to a man like me under threat and fear.
