ERICA“Are you really okay?” Ami asked for the hundredth time since I came to live with them yesterday.I smiled at her. But I doubted I was able to pull it off. I hadn’t slept last night and whatever fitful sleep I’d gotten, for once it didn’t bring me dreams of Antonio, but of monsters in the shadows. It happened because I came face to face with the man who had introduced me to those monsters in the first place. He was there. In Gabriel’s home. Under the same roof as me. The thought made me shiver and Ami squeezed my fingers, comforting me without knowing what affected me. I met her gaze and she asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”I felt my eyes prickling with tears. Ami knew about monstrous fathers but I couldn’t bring myself to share what my father did to me. Antonio knew because he wouldn't leave it alone. He was stubborn and arrogant and obsessive to a point that no one could stop him when he puts his mind to it, just look at me— I was in love with him, needed him like air a
ERICA“Little devil....”My hand shook terribly as I lifted it, afraid to find out if it was a trick of my brain and at the same time dying to touch him and feel him to know that it wasn’t a dream. That it was real. The moment my fingers touched his cheek stubbled with days worth of beard, I broke into sobs. Sobs of relief, happiness and the pain of all the days that I spent without him.My knees gave out in utter relief as my heart screamed in gratitude toward whatever god heard me and sent him to me. Finally. His strong arms wrapped around me, breaking my fall and he gathered me in his embrace. His deep voice settled into my heart like a soothing balm. “My little devil...”More loud sobs left my mouth, shaking me to the core with their intensity, the tears making it hard to see him but I could feel him. He was real. He was here. “Antonio...”I cried, my hands frantic as I touched him. “You came. Oh my god... It’s really you... You are here!”He nodded and in one swift move he lifted
ERICA Unlike me Antonio slept fitfully. His sleep was riddled with nightmares and past memories. I knew it because I woke up twice from his distressed murmurs and the way he tensed in his sleep. The first time I didn’t want to wake him up but then the second time when I realised he was dreaming about me, it broke my heart. I cried as I heard his tortured groan and his whispered words filled with so much pain, that he didn't want me to leave him. I had to wake him up then, and I did so with gentleness that he deserved. When he opened his golden eyes to my soft touches and saw me, I watched relief filtering into his gaze. In his eyes I saw that he was also afraid of the possibility that this might be a dream. I kissed him with everything I have and when we parted, breathing heavily, I couldn't stop the rush of words that came out without a pause, “Ti amo, my Antonio. Ti amo tanto. Non voglio passare nemmeno un secondo della mia vita senza di te. Voglio essere tutto ciò di cui hai bisog
ANTONIOI hated to see tears in her eyes, unless she was crying from the pain followed by pleasure by my own hands. “Please, don’t...” She whispered so sweetly, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I held her by the waist. She refused to let me go, and to be honest I fucking loved this clingy side of my wife. She was adorable.If I could, I’d have spent a week locked in that bedroom, drowning in her. I'd have gorged myself up in her sweet taste without a pause until the hunger had satisfied of the last ten days or bundled her up and took her back to Italy, but there were things I needed to do before that. Our morning haze was broken by Amelia, she had come with her husband, Raphael Wolfe. But unlike him, she had come inside the cottage and knocked on the bedroom door, making it impossible to ignore her and stay in bed. Now, we all stood outside the cottage and I could feel Raphael’s eyes on me as I bid a short farewell to my little devil. I needed to have a word with Gabriel and
ANTONIOHissed conversation filtered through my brain pulling me out of the darkness. I heard the argument for a few seconds, gathering that Z was admonishing Summer for making him do this which made the possibility of Summer doing this without her husband’s knowledge a fact. When I opened my eyes I took in my surroundings, noticing the wide expanse of concrete floor with upper head lights and lifts at my back. They brought me to a fûcking parking lot. Hilarious. Z was the first one to notice that I was awake and I glared at him as pain throbbed at the side of my head where he had slammed the gun. Behind him I noticed two other men who stood sentry, probably guards Summer involved in her scheme without making her husband suspicious.“I should have killed you that day.” I said, noticing that they had used thick ropes to tie me to the chair. If I put my mind to it I was sure I’d be able to loosen them enough to slip out of them.“Pity, you didn’t.” He responded, crossing his arms over
ANTONIOI could feel my pulse slow as the cold started to settle in my bones. I heard someone shout before the water stopped. I blinked to get rid of the black dots and the blinding pain in my head. When I gathered my senses I looked at Summer, saw her red face, her teary eyes and I pitied her then. I pitied the elder sister standing in front of me, because I knew what it feels like to fail your younger sibling. But I also hated her. I hated her because I loved my little devil too much to not hate her sister for not protecting her.“You’ll never be the man to deserve her. I won’t ever trust you with my sister. I am going to save her from you. I won't let a monster like you to take her away from me. I won't let her saddle herself with a man like you who had twisted her mind that she didn't know right from wrong. She thinks she's in love with her rapist.”“Silence!” My roar echoed through the parking lot, Z shifted behind her, pulling her back. He was the one who had stopped the water.
SUMMERThe pain was encompassing bigger than anything I had ever felt. I want to die. Kill that vile piece of shit and commit patricide. I didn’t know how to survive with this knowledge. It was eating me from the insides like a poison injected in my veins “No!” I screamed, giving my pain an outlet as I threw the lamp against the wall of my bedroom. I hated myself so much in that moment, I wanted to grab a piece of that glass and end my existence.How did I not know?How could I not know?My sister. My little sister that I loved with everything in me and yet I was unable to protect her. I didn’t protect her when she needed it the most. Antonio was right. It hurt. Hurt more than the time when I suffered the miscarriage which had sent me into depression coupled with Erica’s kidnapping. But the miscarriage was a possibility, I had known it could happen and I was kind of prepared for it but I wasn’t prepared for this heart gutting pain that almost incapacitated me. I didn’t know what to
ANTONIO“I know nothing can bring back your sister and give you the justice you want, and I am really sorry for that.” Gabriel’s blue eyes showed the sincerity of his words as he apologized for the eighth time now. He cleared his throat and added, “As for Mac, we have decided that he would be accompanying you to Italy. He’ll be your shadow just like he has been mine and he’ll protect you for the next three years, if you’ll accept it.”I looked at the mammoth of a man, he even has a few inches on me and for the moment all I could think about was not the fact that he shot at my sister to protect his boss/bestfriend but that he drûgged my little devil. He was an accomplice when they took her from me.When I didn't say anything, Gabriel said, “I would prefer to not have any animosity between us for the sake of our wives, and move on from here and now. Erica is my little sister, I don’t want to hurt her more than I’ve already done in my ignorance and I'm sure both the sisters would prefer
ANTONIO“Fuck me, husband. Make me scream.”My balls drew up tight at her words, the sparkle in her brown eyes were my undoing and I slammed into her in one hard thrust. Fuck. More than twelve years of having this woman, of having her tight pussy wrapped around my cock and it still somehow feels like the first time. If I could, I’d turn into three of me and fuck her mouth, arse and pussy at the same time, claim every inch of her, every part of her like I wanted to. My hunger for this woman hasn’t abated in all these years and I doubted it’d ever until the day I died. “Oh, god, Antonio...”I grabbed her face, my fingers digging into her cheeks not so gently. “Yeah, baby, tell me.”“Don’t stop. Please.” Hearing her someone might think that she didn’t get proper and regular fucking, but they’d be fool to think that. The truth was my little devil was just hungry for my cock, was still covered in last night bruises and still was begging for more like the dirty little slut that she was fo
EPILOGUE IITwelve years later...ERICA“Mamma, perché siamo qui? Voglio tornare a casa e invitare i miei amici." My daughter asked, her golden brown eyes like her father’s stared up at me in exasperation. It was the third time she had expressed her displeasure to be here at the charity event Gianna has hosted at my behest because I wanted to do something good for their father’s birthday which was tomorrow. But knowing Antonio wouldn’t want anything to happen on the actual day of his birthday as he likes to spend it with us instead of celebrating it, we had made all the arrangements for a day before. (Mom, why are we here? I want to go back to the house and invite my friends over.)“I don’t understand why you want to be with your friends they are all stupid.” Unlike my daughter who had inherited all the explosive characteristics of her father along with his eyes, my son got all the indifferent genes from his father which make him look like an unfeeling brute most of the time but there
Epilogue ITwenty eight weeks later...ANTONIO“So, I thought you wouldn't come again?” Mrs Khan asked.We were sitting in her office. My wife was sitting opposite her own therapist a few doors down, as I sat here after two weeks ago when I had declared I won’t come again. But the problem with anxiety was it never fucking disappears and as the time for Erica’s delivery drew closer, my anxiety only grew bigger. For some reason I feel like I won't be enough for them. That there were hundred different things that could go wrong and my family would've to suffer, it keeps me up at night and makes it hard to get through a day.I rubbed a palm down on my face and I leaned forward to pick up the glass of water. Any other time I might’ve not drunk it but therapy had helped enough to not make me paranoid all the time. After taking a sip, I put the glass down and met her eyes as I said, “I thought that too. But,” Fuck. It was still fucking hard to express myself, to put my fears into words. “But
ERICASome people say the happiest moments come after you’ve lived the saddest ones. And for sure I have had my fair share of sad moments in my life so I guess my husband here was a god’s gift for all those tears and heartache I suffered. And if someone asked me now if I was given a choice to suffer through the same things, same monsters, if it meant getting him at the end of that dark tunnel then I wasn’t sure if my answer would be a no. As we pulled apart from a long hard kiss that wasn’t appropriate for a wedding, I heard our family and friends cheer around us and then a moment later I felt something soft touching my cheek. I looked up and a delighted laugh left me when I saw twp choppers circling over our heads and rose petals being thrown over us. A literal shower of roses. “Antonio!!” I exclaimed, my happiness unbound, and then I ended up squealing as Antonio lifted me up in his arms and took me to the little raised stage set up for dancing. As I danced in my husband’s arms, e
ANTONIO“What’s taking them so fucking long?” I muttered, tugging on my cuffs to straighten them for the sixth time. For the second time when I had woken up in the early hours of the morning, my little devil wasn’t in the bed where she had fallen in a exhausted sleep after I had carried her from the tower. But unlike before this time it was Mario and Summer who decided that it was a great fucking idea to keep Erica away from me until I see her walk down the aisle. It had been only a few hours but I already felt impatient and on the edge. I wanted her glued to my side for every breath I take. It was fûcking impossible to put into words how much I was obsessed with her, how much I loved her. But I swore to myself that I’ll try to convey that to her for the rest of my life. “Are you nervous, Antonio?” Ephraim asked from my side. I refrained from looking at him, unless I’d end up punching him in the face for what happened last night even though he didn’t do anything that I didn’t ask o
(Skip this chapter if you have problem with exhibition and voyeurism and other related elements).ERICA“Here.” As soon as the word left me, Antonio stepped back from me, leaving me feeling cold and adrift. I turned to him, panicked that I made a mistake but found him lowering himself in a loveseat. He crooked his finger and demanded, “Come here.”A calm washed over me when I saw the dark look of arousal in his eyes. When I took a step closer to him, he leaned back in his seat and pointed to his lap as he ordered, “Bend over my lap, baby, present me that arse.”My lower belly clenched at his words and a heated desire coursed through my veins. My eyes went to Z who was still staring at Kat but when I looked at her I found her gaze fixed on me. She arched her brows, silently telling me to go on. I smiled at her, feeling my blood heat at her attention as my heart started to beat in excitement. That smile turned to a hungry look when I faced my dark villain who grew impatient and grabb
ERICA“My handsome Duke!!” Ami stood up, waving on her two feet that were encased in heels and stumbled her way to Raphael, who looked only a little bit amused but his blue eyes darkened as they raked down his wife. She was wearing a red sequin dress that ended just below her arse and by the look on Raphael’s face, I’d say Ami will finally get what she was wishing for. “See, what I did? Are you going to punish me for it!” She asked, blinking her eyes at him as she stumbled and he caught her in his arms.Kat snickered behind me and I couldn't help as my own lips pulled up in a smile. Raphael picked her up in his arms and announced for our benefit or maybe to the men standing on either side of him. “I’ll leave you to deal with your wives, mine needs a strong hand.” We could hear Ami squeal in excitement as they disappeared from the view.“Gianna, go to your room. And for fuck’s sake get rid of that dress.” I shivered at his deep voice, my eyes barely fluttering to Gianna to take in the
ERICA“OH MY GOD! I think I am drunk!!” Ami squealed as the half naked man with a cat mask twirled her around and then took Gianna in his arms who was also half drunk.We were in one of the back towers that I was admiring earlier in the day and Kat had managed to invite the party we were supposed to have here in the castle right under the watchful gazes of our husbands and their men. She was a tricky one. I didn’t know how she managed it but it was awesome and I wasn’t complaining.There were four women out of which two were filling our drinks— unfortunately, non-alcoholic for me, and giving us snacks to munch on while the two men were entertaining us with half their bodies bare and muscles painted what seemed like glitter that shined in the lights. The music was loud but we had checked and the noise couldn’t be heard to the main part of the castle. It was really the bachelorette I didn't think I’ll be having after Antonio fucked me so har
ANTONIOI don’t know what woke me up but when my eyes opened, I instantly became aware of the fact that my little devil wasn’t by my side and that I wasn’t alone in the room. There was a heavy presence in the room that couldn’t be ignored. I slipped my hand beneath my pillow and pulled out my gun as surreptitiously as I could.I wasn’t afraid for myself but my mind was on Erica, she was sleeping in my arms and now she was nowhere in the room, I didn’t even have to check the bathroom to know she wasn’t there. Her absence was like an open chasm in my chest every time she was away from me. After dinner where we were joined by her sister and Gabriel, we had come to sleep in the bedroom but not before I had exhausted her by fûcking her in the mirror room where she had screamed her pleasure that I was sure everyone in the castle heard. Erica was really a voyeur, she came so many times by just looking at our reflection as I fucked her hard, warning her to not go anywhere her friends and sis