“Raina…”
“Raina…”
“Raina!”
Jolting upright, I find dark eyes piercing me.
Franco. Shit.
“What the fuck were you dreaming about?” He needs to know. I have to tell him. I can’t hold secrets like this anymore. It’s going to destroy me.
“I have to tell you something. You’re not going to like it.”
He watches me, narrowing his eyes. Taking me in with that shrewd stare.
“I fell into my need for danger when I was fifteen. Lucio bombarded my life, and he made mefeel.I begged him for more, but he never would touch me. He treated me as an equal though. He would talk about work, things I shouldn’t know about.”
Franco regards me with a curious stare. As the dream still grips me, I can’t help shivering at the memory of my stupidity.
“Lucio was just out of reach, all those years. Even as we grew closer, I knew he would never be able to offer me what I so craved. I wanted him. But his life was this world, the organization. And I…” My words taper off and I fidget with the sheet. My body is still tingling with the memory ofhim.“After turning eighteen, I needed to be free of the confines of my father’s rules, so I snuck out of the house to go to a party. Lucio messaged me that night, and told me he would be there to see me.”
“Rai—”
“He gave me orders, like he always did. Go to the bedroom and wait. When he entered, he didn’t put on the light, but I felt him. I was convinced it was him. I was deliriously happy; I didn’t second guess it because he was finally going to claim me.”
Anger rolls over the man before me as his fists clench. Jealousy. Rage. All the emotions I’d expected sit heavily between us.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” My voice is breaking with every word I utter.
“It’s Cristiano, isn’t it?”
I can’t say the words. For a long, heavy silent moment, I breathe deeply. “I had known Lucio for such a long time, it was what I wanted. But then… but when I saw Cristiano, something struck me.” My voice is raspy as I try to respond. “Lucio and I were together for a while until his death, but that night was different. Now when I recall it, I realize how strange it was. There was one time he said something I didn’t understand.”
“Rai, you need to tell me,” Franco urges, and I know I have to be honest.
“He… He said that you would one day come for me, and you’ll know that he had me first.” A sob falls from my lips, and he places a finger under my chin, lifting my head up. My eyes meet his, my brows furrow in confusion.
“Lucio and Cristiano were brothers,” Franco whispers slowly as the realization dawns on him. Then, as if a cloud slowly descends over him, he says, “I want you in the playroom. On your knees. Naked. Waiting.” That’s all he says before walking out and leaving me a nervous wreck. Pushing off the bed, I pad over to the door and make my way to the room where he’s about to punish me with pain and pleasure.
The door is cracked, and I notice the glowing light of candles. Stepping inside, I find it empty. I pull off the tank top I’m wearing and push down the panties, placing them in the corner as I’ve been trained. The room is warm, but there’s tension radiating from me, which causes me to shiver involuntarily.
I drop to my knees as instructed with my head down and my palms up. The door creaks and I feel him. His energy overwhelms me.
“Good girl. You’re so pretty on your knees,” he murmurs. When he steps into my line of sight, the shiny black shoes are the only thing I see. A hiss of a zipper sends a tingle of awareness through me. “Today, you’re going to take me. You’re going to feel me everywhere,bella,” he affirms as he shuffles his slacks down what I know are thick, muscled thighs.
I hear more material shifting and I realize his briefs are now lowered as well.
“Eyes up.”
I obey. A hard, angry erection juts out toward me. My mouth waters to taste him. To please him.
“Swallow my dick, little one.”
And I do. My lips move slowly over the crown, taking him into the warmth between my lips. His head falls back the deeper I suck him. When the tip hits the back of my throat, I choke, but I know he likes the sound, so I do it again and again.
His hands grip my long blond strands and he fists them painfully. The sting causes me to moan, which in turn vibrates my throat around his shaft.
“Fuck.” His growl is feral. He pulls out and slams back in. It’s torture. It’s brutal. It’s him. He fucks my face, my mouth, my throat. Spit drips from my chin onto my breasts, but he doesn’t relent. Just as his body locks, he pulls out and shoots his hot seed on my lips, cheeks, and chest. “You’re marked, Raina. You’re mine.”