Now wouldn’t that be a sight?
My hand slid down my stomach and I closed my eyes, thinking of the way that he had commanded me with his touch. He dominated me from the very start, and molded my response to what he wanted.
What he craved.
My finger brushed my clit, and I gasped lightly. I was already soaking wet.
This can’t be happening. I couldn’t possibly walk around all the time wanting him…
Could I?
I shook my head. No. I shouldn’t want him like this.
He took me from everything I knew. He swore he’d ruin me. That should be enough to remind me that he was a dangerous man, not to be trusted. But somewhere, deep in my core, a monster opened a curious eye.
And it wantedmore.
It wanted him to pin me down into the bed, hold me down, and push me open. The thought made me close my eyes, and my brain flooded the darkness with flashes of clenched fingers, tangled limbs, and hot heavy breath hovering by my ear.
My fingers opened me of their own volition, and I gasped as I felt the heat start to build.
“Yes,” I whispered to an empty bedroom, wondering if he had any hidden cameras so he could watch. On one hand, I positively die of embarrassment if he was. But on the other, Iwantedhim to watch.
My orgasm came quick and fast, and I cried out as my body bucked against it. But as quickly as it came, the pleasure started to fade, and all that remained was a burning need—a need that I knew only one person could fill.
“Great, just great,” I muttered.
I was already starting to want him, and it was only day one. My getaway plan was a wash, and I hadn’t done anything but crave his touch this morning.
This day was shaping up to be the worst day ever.
Throwing covers away, I got up, walked to the bathroom—naked—and turned on the shower as hot as it would go. I needed to erase him from my skin, to not want him any longer. Get my brain back.
I needed to forget he even existed.
When I stepped under the spray, I yelped at how hot it was and turned on the cold slightly so that I wouldn’t scald my skin. There were small things of shampoo and body wash, along with a razor, which surprised me. Wasn’t he afraid that I would use it against him? Or on myself?
I mean, I didn’t want to go around looking like a hairy woman, but I would have thought…
Picking the razor up, I decided it didn’t matter. This was probably just another one of his tests. Another one of his rules that he expected me to break.
Besides, I wasn’t dumb enough to consider ending my own life right now. I still had options.
So far he hadn’t hit me. He hadn’t tortured me, unless you called the sexual encounter torture.
I could still get out of this.
I shaved my legs and under my arms before picking up the shampoo and working it into a lather.
The shower gave me time to reflect.Has it even been a full day?It was an entirely different life. One Leda walked into prison to see her father, and another Leda emerged.
But just who was this Leda? I sighed and scrubbed at my skin. That would be a question I’d answer later.
Rinsing out the shampoo, I quickly lathered up my body with the bodywash, and thought about what I was avoiding. For one, my father was definitely going to blow a gasket, and I won’t be there to see it. Won’t be there to bear the consequences.
That was the one positive. He had no hold on me. In a way, it was an odd type of freedom. If I had to take my father’s wrath or Valentino’s wrath, I’d take Valentino any day.
At the thought of his name, his piercing eyes popped into my mind, and I sighed. I really wished I knew what his deal was, how he became a Don, but I hadn’t heard the story. I didn’t even know anything about him. I’ve heard of the Cavazzo Mafia only in passing, but nothing else.