Her face lights up. I get the feeling she’s never had a lot of praise. “What was that about?” she asks.
“Seeing how well you can submit. You did good. Listen, Anna, come through to the bedroom. We need to talk.”
“Sounds ominous.” She tucks her tits back into her bra, buttoning up her blouse as she walks through. I take the chair near the window. She sits on the end of the bed.
“I’m going away tomorrow,” I say. “There is a chance I might not come back. If I make it, I’m willing to make a proper go of this marriage if you are. Talk about dominance and submission in depth, find your hard limits.
“I will try to be a better person. I will be honest with you, have conversations with you, explain myself to you. In return, I need you to listen when I give a command. It will never be for done for selfish reasons but only to keep you safe. You must stay here on the island while I’m away. Can you promise me that you won’t try to escape?”
“I promise.”
“I am willing to trust you here. I will not lock you away. I will let you have the run of the place. You’ll know fairly soon if I’m not coming back.”
“That sounds ominous. Can I ask where you’re going?”
“To deal with Giorgio Amato before he can get his hands on you.”
“Are you going to kill him?”
“That’s the only solution.”
“Why not give him to the authorities? If he’s as bad as you say, they’d put him in jail, right?”
“He’d be out in seconds. His lawyers would have a field day. It has to be this way but I need to know you’re safe for this to work. Stay here until I get back, Anna. Then I know we can make this marriage work.”
I get up and cross to her, leaning down and kissing her for the first time on the lips. A spark crosses between us. I sense it and I know she does. She stiffens on the bed as our embrace deepens.
I wrap my arms around her, lying down on top of her, crushing her under me. I continue to kiss her before wrenching myself away, leaving her to sit up slowly as I cross to the door.
“We can make this work,” I tell her. “As long as you do as I say and stay safe.”
I walk out, not looking back. I couldn’t stay. I risked telling her the truth and the truth is too ugly for her to hear.
How can I say it without sounding like the worst man on the planet? I wanted to fuck you up to spite your father, to make you dependent on me and then discard you like trash, laugh at your bewildered tears. But now I’ve got to know you, now I’ve seen what we have between us, how well you can submit, I can’t do it.
Now I want you for you. I want to possess you. I want to fuck you. To worship every inch of your body. To spank your ass. To mark you with my cum over and over again. I want to make you walk naked in public where everyone can see the power I have over you.
There are two worlds. The world you want to be real and the world that is. In the real world, I cannot keep her. I cannot make this work. She has tainted blood. She is a Caruso. Her father branded me with flames, killed my mother and my brother. Stole from our family. Made us look weak.
Got away with it.
I have to break her to prove a point, to prove you do not fuck with us.
So why did it feel like the truth in there? Why did none of the words I told her feel like lies?
In the world that cannot be, we work well together. We start a family. I dominate her for the rest of our lives. That’s never going to happen. She’s here before I dragged her here, not because she wants to be. She’s no interest in staying. The first chance she gets, she’ll leave. I need to break her before that happens. Not fall in love like some dumb teenager who can’t control his emotions.
I live here alone. I am comfortable alone. I don’t need anyone else. I am going to kill Amato for my own reasons, not for her.
I walk into the meeting room and lock the door behind me. Until Michael arrives with the others, I’m going to look at the plans for the college, work out the best approach to this. I’m not going to think about her anymore, especially not that one perfect kiss we just shared. I’m going to do my best to never think about that again.
There are two worlds. The world I wish was real and the world as it is.
I gave up on wishing long ago.
In the world that cannot be, we work well together. We start a family. I dominate her for the rest of our lives.
In the real world, I cannot keep her.