“Need a moment?” he whispers.
“No,” I murmur. “Not with you.”
He kisses me deeply and slowly starts to move.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Pleasant discomfort that I know will get easier with time.
He goes a bit faster, and he’s breathing hard through his nose as he continues to kiss me. I groan into his mouth, my hands on his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin. If it hurts, he doesn’t seem to mind.
I feel like I’m going to climax, but I don’t. I urge Miguel to, though. He thrusts a little harder, and soon it's one hard thrust. Another. Another. Then he buries himself balls-deep into me, and I feel the warmth spreading inside me.
A calm sense of satisfaction fills me, and I smile at him.
“I love you, Kira,” he says gruffly. “I mean it.”
I swallow hard and admit what I’ve been fighting for a long time, “I love you too, Miguel.”
Present Day
I feel a tear escape my eye and roll down my cheek, falling into my half-eaten food. He was so tender then, so loving and so kind.
He clears his throat, and I look up. “What’s your problem?” he asks.
“When did you become a monster?” I ask quietly.
“What did you say?” he growls, standing up.
I stand up as well, and we both approach each other. “I asked when you became such a heartless, cold, unfeeling monster?” We are inches away from each other.
His green eyes study mine, and he leans in, talking barely above a whisper, “You’re the one who left Kira. Who is the monster really?”
He brushes past me and leaves me standing there, my heart in my throat.
Chapter 16 - Miguel
A monster?
A monster!
I might be a monster to most people, but she has no leg to stand on by calling me a monster. That whore left me, she broke my heart, and I swore never to be that broken again. My father doesn’t know what happened. He knows I had a girl, but he doesn’t know it was a Sorvino. He would have cast me out of the family. Unless he did know and just never said anything.
It bugs me, another reason to keep me up at night. I can’t be seen as weak.
At six in the morning, I get up and shower. I’m still thinking about Kira and what she did to me. I need to shake this, but I don’t know how. I don’t know how to get her out of my head again. Last time it took heartbreak. This time, I don’t know what to do.
I need to send Alessandro my demands so I can give her back and get her away from me. Then I won’t have to see her again. Maybe one of my demands will be to send her back to wherever she’s been the last thirteen years.
My family would want to know why that’s a demand.
I can’t give them the answer.