“Please stop,” she begged, lethargy lining her tone.
Still, I pounded into her until she begged again. Fighting the need to flip her over and fuck her ass, I forced calm into my body, willing it to slow down until my body slumped on top of hers and I could hear her struggle to breathe. My body felt like I’d been railroaded by a fucking wrecking ball. The second I lifted off her, she dragged herself to her side of the bed and turned away from me. Shaking my head to clear the sexual deprivation out of me, I rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom. I returned with a washcloth and when I neared her, she flinched.
“I’m not going to hurt you again,” I said, gently opening her legs. She covered her face, but I could hear her sobs. I wiped her down and pulled the covers over her.
I wasn’t sure what brought me awake until my eyes opened and the delicate hand on my chest had me turning my head. The scent of lavender filled my nostrils and I stared at the beautiful girl sharing my bed. Her face against my arm, skin soft as silk, her breathing even, a purr against the stillness.
Something exploded with it, spearing through the walls I’d put up over time. It shielded me from emotions that could weaken a man, catch me off guard and leave me vulnerable. Still, it tainted my insides similar to how her tears had stained her cheeks because of me. I felt it in the tendons at my nape, in my chest, weighing me down. This was all new to me and I had no fucking clue how to react.
Then she turned slightly. “Zayne,” the name was a hiss on her lips, but I’d heard it.
I sat up and jerked her awake. Terror filled her eyes as she looked at me. “Who the fuck is Zayne?” Her fear morphed into panic and her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as the tears fell. “I asked you a fucking question,” I gritted, barely holding back the need to shake the answer out of her.
“He...he is the man I married before my father came for me,” she whispered, swiping at her tears.
Jaw clenched, I glared at her. “Is he the one who took your virginity?” She nodded and I sucked in air through my teeth. “What’s his name?”
“Zayne...Zayne Morrone,” it was a murmur on her lips.
Now it would be a mark against my heart and a void in my chest. I knew exactly how to react. I was not done forcing my world on her. No, I was just getting started. I’d been promised a virgin. And she might be the best fuck I’d had, a deal was a deal. You never fuck with Vincenzo Salvatore.
“We leave on our honeymoon tomorrow. Go to sleep,” my words were quiet against the silent night, soiled by soft sniffles I found arousing. Something I’d miss for now.
34
Gianna (18 years)
I came too with a start, realizing that the tires bouncing on the runway had served as my alarm. In a lethargic haze, I disembarked. The first step off the plane and despite the airconditioned terminal, I could feel the shift in the air. Japan was humid in summer, and I wondered why Vincenzo had chosen this country as a honeymoon destination. Then I remembered he was Vincenzo Salvatore, who knew why he did what he did. I couldn’t imagine him, in board shorts and a pineapple print shirt, basking in the Hawaiian sun. The image brought a grin to my face.
Although he’d shocked me last night with the ice cream I’d thought he’d forgotten about, the way he’d fucked me, the effects of which I could still feel between my legs, told me he wasn’t over my betrayal of not being a virgin. I had no idea how long he planned on punishing me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I searched for Leo. For some reason, he seemed to be slower than me and I wasn’t sure why Salvatore had asked Leo to bring me here. Even when we were boarding, he kept his distance from me. I continued walking, knowing he’d catch up. After all, they had me tracked, so not like I could go anywhere. I could just imagine him checking his phone now and then while following the red blip, that was me, on his screen.
After I grabbed my bags from the carousel, I waited for Leo to catch up as I had no idea where we were heading. The airport was weirdly manic, even at seven in the evening, and I let the sea of passengers guide me through immigration.
“Stay here, Gianna.” He gestured to a bench seat. “I just need to use the restroom, okay?”
