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Authors: Marita A. Hansen

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He
sneered at me. “I might as well leave something behind after I
die.” He took a hold of his cock and penetrated me, making me gasp
at the sudden intrusion. He slowly began moving in and out of me,
his eyes filled with anguish. It almost felt as though I was taking
advantage of him, instead of the other way round. I had never seen
someone look this troubled while fucking me. It made me feel deeply
uncomfortable to the point I wanted to tell him to stop, but I
didn’t, because he wouldn’t listen, plus my body was ignoring my
head, still wanting the pleasure he was sending through
me.


Why are you looking at me like that?” he panted out as he
moved in and out of me.


I never knew you before today.”


What’s that supposed to mean?”


You haven’t known happiness have you?”


That’s none of your business.”


You can’t let what my uncle did ruin you.”


It already has.” He leaned down and kissed me before I could
reply. My heart began pounding faster as his tongue plunged inside
my mouth. I’d made love to many men, but none of them had ever
affected me like this. Frano was the only one who came close, but
obviously not close enough, because Jagger was making my heart
hurt, ache, and pound outside of my chest, something I’d never felt
before. I thought he was nothing but a beautiful, vacant man. But I
was wrong; he was a tormented soul and right now, in this moment, I
wanted to own him the same way my uncle did. Maybe I was just like
my Uncle Michael, which was why Frano didn’t want me. He was too
strong a man to be owned, which was why he kept rejecting me, but
Jagger … he was broken, someone who needed their lover to give them
validation.

I kissed
him back, spearing his mouth with my tongue, getting lost in him.
If this was what crazy tasted like, it sure as hell was
addictive.

He
pulled back and reached for the cabinet, picking up the cuffs’ key.
He started freeing my hands, surprising me. Once he’d finished, he
picked up the knife and held it out for me to take.


What are you doing?” I asked.


Take the knife.”

I shook
my head.

He took
a hold of my right hand and put the hilt of the knife in it, then
started kissing my ear. “Stab me, then tell them I was raping you,”
he said.


No.”

His hand
ran down my waist. “Frano won’t take retribution, you would be
defending yourself.”


But, I don’t want to kill you.”

He moved
his face in front of mine. “I hurt your niece, so take retribution
like you said you would.”


You said you didn’t hurt her.”


I took away her freedom.”

I threw
the knife on the floor. “I still won’t kill you.”


Why not?!”


Because I’m not a murderer.”


You tried to get me to kill Rita.”


Because I can’t physically do it myself, and right now, all I
want is for you to fuck me.”

He
frowned for a moment, looking as though he was thinking, then moved
down my body and freed my ankles. He then climbed on top of me and
pushed inside of me again. I wanted to cry out, but instead I
clamped my mouth shut, not wanting anyone else to know I was
willingly fucking Jagger.

My mind
went blank for a second as he started to kiss me. His hands were
all over me, caressing and kneading my flesh. No man had kissed and
touched me like this before, as though it was the last time they
were ever going to have sex. It was amazing, and even better,
Jagger was going from slamming my pussy to taking me gently. What
he was doing was confusing my body to the point I was pushing up at
him, trying to take him instead of the other way round. Maybe that
was the real reason all the women talked about him when he walked
past. They had experienced what he could do for them, or knew in
the back of their mind how fucking fantastic he was in
bed.

His lips
latched onto my breast, sucking and drawing it into his mouth,
making me keen and claw at his back. God, how could I have not felt
like this before? The buildup he was creating, the way he was
consuming me, taking me: it wasn’t love, it was a sexual
nirvana.

He let
go of my breast and lifted my legs over his shoulders, staring down
at me with those golden eyes. He started moving in and out of me
again, his smooth cock pure heaven. It twitched inside of me,
Jagger moaning in response. His neck muscles strained, the man so
fucking intoxicating it pained me to watch him, because it set my
body off again, the bitch straining to reach orgasm, not caring how
it got there. But he slowed down again; no doubt aware I was only
moments away from coming. This man was driving me fucking
insane!


Faster,” I begged. “I need to come. Now.”

He
smiled, his endearing expression taking me by surprise. It appeared
he enjoyed pleasing me, which was still strange considering how
he’d been so cruel the day before.

I
returned his smile, wanting to see what he did. His eyes lit up, as
though I had complimented him. He bent down and kissed me, those
fine lips of his soft and luscious. I groaned against them, letting
out a whine as he took them away from me. He was hurting me both
emotionally and physically with the way he was winding up my body
to the point I wanted to scream at him to give me release, which I
couldn’t do in this damn house.

He
picked up momentum, never once taking his eyes off me. I cried out
as he started to slam into me, hitting me forcefully, to the point
of pain. But I needed it to push me over the edge. I flung my head
back and muffled a scream with my hand, because I wasn’t coming, I
was about to explode. The orgasm hit me hard, the strongest I’d
ever felt. At that moment, I knew I’d been kidding myself about
Frano. He never wanted me, because I’d heard Rita cry out like this
as I’d walked past their room. And right now, I didn’t care either,
because all I wanted was to live for this one moment.

Jagger
came a second later, crying out as his cock pumped inside of me,
then another cry filled the room, but belonging to a woman. I
turned my head, finding Honey standing in Jagger’s doorway with a
hand over her mouth, her eyes filled with horror and
betrayal.

 

 

4

SOPHIA

I stayed home from school the day after Christo had attacked
me. I had told my father everything, knowing he wouldn’t allow
Christo to get away with it, plus he needed to know about the
bodyguards, something that still had me in tears. Christo should go
to jail for what he did to them, but I knew he wouldn’t. Mafia
families didn’t involve the police, the dons instead resolving
everything, which was why my father had gone straight to the
Dontelli don with his soldiers. My
famiglia
may not have been as
powerful as theirs, but my father was still a respected man who had
sway in the mafia community, plus the Donatelli don was supposed to
be one of his friends.

I walked
down the staircase and into the lounge, finding my brother watching
TV with my mother. He had the mind of a child, but the face and
body of a twenty-one-year-old man. During his birth, his oxygen
supply had been cut off, causing brain damage. Still, he looked
like a male version of me, just with my mother’s lighter auburn
hair.

He
looked up as I neared him, giving me a lovely smile. He was so
placid, unlike my friends’ brothers who were holy terrors. Instead,
he idolized me, treating me as though I was the older sibling, not
the other way round.

I sat down next to him, not wanting to stay in my bedroom any
longer. My imagination was taking me to places I didn’t want to go.
I had started conquering up all the different ways Christo could
get to me—or worse, how he could hurt my
famiglia
. I had imagined Christo
gunning down my father and his soldiers, or blowing up my house
while we were sleeping—or the main one: raping me. That one kept
plaguing my mind, probably because of the way he’d said he would
take my virginity. It was terrifying, HE was terrifying. I hated
him, and I hated his twin brother too. I wished my father had put a
hit on them, something I had begged him to do. I had been so shaken
after Frano had dropped me off, that as soon as he was out of
hearing range I had told my father everything. I demanded that he
kill Christo. My mother had gone into a panic, trying to get me to
be quiet, but I was too upset to care about the FBI bugs in the
house.


Where’s
pap
à
?” my brother asked. Thankfully,
Lucan had been outside playing with our dog when I’d come home,
which meant he didn’t hear what had happened, because if he had he
would be crying and shaking in my mother’s arms. My brother was
very easily scared.


Coming home,
bambino
,” my mother said, giving him
a hug.

Lucan smiled. “
Papà
promised to play soccer with me.” He looked at
me. “You can’t break a promise.”

I
nodded, then jumped up as the front door opened, praying it was our
father. He walked in with four of his soldiers. Our father wasn’t a
big man, five-eight at the most, but he exuded power. The hard line
of his jaw and his intense green eyes made him look both fierce and
striking, even more so due to his red-brown hair. People called us
inbreeds because both my mother’s and father’s families were
redheads, and yes, they were related, but only third cousins,
unlike the Donatelli don’s parents, who were first cousins. But no
one would dare to insult the Donatelli, unless they wanted Christo
coming after them.


Lucan,” my father said to my brother, “go outside and
practice your goal kicks. I’ll come out in a few minutes after I
get changed.”

Lucan
jumped up with a big smile and headed for the back door. Although
he was half-blind, he knew the layout of the house so well that he
didn’t need assistance. As soon as he had gone, my father’s intense
stare moved to me.

He
lowered himself down to the seat and took a hold of my hand. “I
have spoken to Don Donatelli and he assures me that Christo will be
punished for what he did to you and your bodyguards. He won’t
bother you ever again.”


He should be killed for it.”


Keep your voice down,” he said, lowering his own. “If I had
him killed, I would be putting our whole
famiglia
in danger. The Donatelli
are far too powerful, but be assured their don was furious with
what his brother did. He did not sanction Christo’s actions, so
that monster will not get away with this.” He squeezed my hand.
“Though, I was not pleased that Frano D’Angelo brought you home.
The D’Angelos are just as much trouble as the Donatelli. Have you
broken up with Jagger like I told you?”


I tried to, but he started crying.”


I’m not interested in your excuses, Sophia. You will break up
with Jagger immediately. You cannot associate with him or his
lothario of a cousin.”


It’s only Jagger I hang out with; I hardly know
Frano.”


As I said, you are not permitted to see Jagger. It will only
lead to heartache when he goes into the priesthood.”


But, he doesn’t want to be a priest.”


I spoke to the
Padre
on the way out of the Donatelli casa and he said
that Jagger did want it until he met you.”


The
Padre
is a liar.”

My
father’s jaw tightened. “You will not insult a man of the cloth,
Sophia. He is not like his brother. He helps people, and has a
whole congregation who looks up to him. You will show him
respect.”

I pulled my hand free from my father’s, ready to argue that
the
Padre
was not
a good man, that he was evil. But instead I bit back my response,
knowing my dad wouldn’t take being yelled at well. He could go from
being soft to a strict tyrant, someone who wouldn’t think twice
about strapping me with a belt for my disobedience.


Okay, I’ll stay away from Jagger.” I stood up. “I’m tired; I
want to go to bed.”

He rose and took a hold of my face. “This is for the best,
and,
bambina
, you
will find someone else,” he said, letting go.

I
nodded, just wanting to go to my room now. I said, “Goodnight,”
then headed past him, taking to the staircase. I entered my room
and shut the door behind me, flopping onto the bed. My cell phone
rang in my pocket. I pulled it out, not recognizing the
number.

A
smooth, rich voice came over the line, giving me the shivers.
“Sophia, how are you doing?” Frano said.

I sat
up. “Better.”


That’s good to hear. I was worried about you after I left. I
couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened.”


Really?”



. You looked very shaken; too
shaken for a normal accident.” He paused. “The
Padre
visited Jagger today. An
argument between them broke out because of you. The
Padre
said some things
that led me to believe his brother could’ve been the reason why you
got upset today. Is that true? Because if Christo Donatelli is
bothering you, you shouldn’t hide it, that man is dangerous; you
need to tell your father.”

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