by Rina Kent
But once again, I’ll be a motherfucking selfish bastard and keep her. Truth is, I can’t begin to remember my life before I saw her at the hospital.
It was a dull, black hole. It was fucking emptiness. And while I enjoyed tracking and carving up fuckers’ faces, it never had a purpose.
My little Petal and I might have formed a connection through the depraved kinks and fantasies, but over time, it’s become more.
It’s become something even I can’t begin to describe.
Don’t get me wrong, the fucked up sex is us. I love owning her body and making her my own tailored slut, but there’s more.
So much fucking more to my little Petal.
“You must’ve had an amazing childhood in this place.” She smiles then winces when she realizes what she said. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring back bad memories.”
“Don’t be. This place isn’t tainted. I still have the best of memories in it.”
“Such as?” Her pupils dilate with excitement.
My curious little Petal.
“Such as Nonno and Nonna. They loved me so much, I was their favorite.”
“Always arrogant even as a child.”
I chuckle. “I mean it. Nonna told me stories and Nonno took me with him on walks like these. He taught me the southern Italian ways, to respect elders and to protect the weak.”
“He must’ve been an amazing person.”
“He was.” And he would’ve loved the fuck out of my little Petal. Everyone in my family would’ve. She’s down to earth and kind and tries to make people feel at ease even if her own life has always been ten degrees of fucked up.
She said she became a nurse because she couldn’t afford to become a doctor, but deep down, she always opted for a profession that helps others.
My little Petal is soft where I’m hard. She’s kind where I’m a no-bullshit type of person.
She chuckles, the sound echoing around us like a piano symphony. The type my mother used to play for us.
“What are you laughing at?” I ask.
“I’m just remembering how you were a brute at Vita’s boarding school.”
I narrow my eyes. “A brute, huh?”
“I mean, you used to hit kids if they as much as looked at you.”
“Or you.” I squeeze her. “You would’ve been dead meat if I didn’t stand up for you, you little brat.”
“I wish…” She trails off, cheeks flushing.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.”
We stop beside an olive tree and I hold her chin, forcing those gray clouds to focus on me. She can run away from the world, but never from me. “If you start something, finish it.”
“I just…” She blushes furiously again. “I wish you stayed by my side.”
“You do?”
“It’s stupid, okay? Forget it.” She tries to wiggle free, but I pin her in place.
“It’s not stupid,” I whisper. “I wish I could’ve stayed by your side too.”
For some reason, those twenty years feel like lost time with her. Maybe that’s why I refuse to let her the fuck go.
Her eyes rim with tears and her lips tremble. “Stop saying things like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you care.”
“I do care, Petal. Have I not proved it already?”
She nibbles on the inside of her cheek then swiftly gets out of my hold and focuses on some plant.
I let her because I might not be prepared for her answer either.
But as I watch her bent over, staring at some squirrel, I allow myself a different type of fantasy.
It’s nothing kinky or depraved and it doesn’t have to do with how fuckable her ass looks in that bent position.
It’s as simple as having these walks with her until we’re both old and gray. Like Nonno and Nonna.
Go back to the sexual fantasies, fucker.
12
Georgina
“Faster.”
“Oh, Jas.” I moan as I ride him, my hands on his chest.
“I said, faster, Pet.” He grabs me by a handful of my waist. “It doesn’t look like you’re doing what you’re told.”
“Oh...I’m close.” I pick up my pace, but it’s not enough. Frustration bubbles inside me as he watches me with a gleam in his eyes. He likes playing this game with me and making me unravel all around him.
“You want me to make you orgasm?”
“Yes, yes, yes…” I chant. I know I’m the one who suggested to loosen him up and make him feel better, but now I need that orgasm as much as I need air.
“Ask like a good girl, my pet.”
“Please, Jas, please let me come, let me shatter all around you.”
“Again.”
“Please, please…”
“Are you my slut?”
“Only yours.”
“My pet?”
“Yes, Jas, I’m your everything.”
“My everything, huh?” He thrusts into me from the bottom and my breathing hitches as he pinches a nipple between his fingers. “Repeat that.”
“My everything...My…Oh…” I come hard around his cock and topple over from the force of it.
I’m breathing heavily when Jasper thrusts slowly inside me again. I moan, my voice hoarse.
“You feel good, Pet?”
I whimper my approval, nodding against his chest.
“I thought you were supposed to make me feel good?” he teases.
Biting my lip, I push off him so his hard cock leaves me. I briefly close my eyes at the loss but what I’ll do is worth it. I settle between his legs and take him into my mouth.
“Mmmm,” he groans, his fingers getting lost in my hair. “Do you like tasting your juices on me?”
My thighs clench and I answer by taking him so deep in my throat, I nearly gag.
“That’s it,” his raspy voice is like an aphrodisiac. I suck him harder, my fingers playing with his balls until his groans mix with the sound of my sucking.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he comes down my throat.
I release him, licking the last drops off my lips.
“You like my taste that much, Pet?” he teases and I just nod as I snuggle to his good side.
It’s not only about his taste or the pleasure he brings me, it’s about the fact he’s alive. He didn’t leave me.
The pain I felt when I saw him all bloodied still lives inside me. I had nightmares about it a few times and every time I woke up and found him beside me, I nearly cried. Then I made him hug me back to sleep.
Now that I feel him, that I have him beside me, I don’t want to waste another moment. I’ve seen gunshot wound patients leave the earth without saying goodbye. I’ve seen their wives and their girlfriends cry in the hallway without the ability to do anything about it.
I don’t want that.
I don’t want to lose Jasper.
Maybe that’s why I’ve been spending every waking moment with him for the past few weeks.
The time I have with him has become more important than anything else, even more than my escape, even more than my own life.
I knew he’d consume me if I spent more time with him and that’s exactly what he’s done. Before I knew it, my life now centers around him, with him, and anywhere where he exists.
He’s still my captor, my tormentor, but that dims in comparison to the pain I felt when he was shot.
“Let’s go outside,” I say.
His fingers trace over my arm. “I don’t like sharing you.”
I smile. “You’re not sharing me.”
“They get to look at you. That’s sharing in my book.”
“There’s really no cure for your possessiveness, is there?”
“Not that I know of.” He kisses my temple. “Actually, there’s one.”
“What is it?”
“You being mine until the day I die.”
My chest tightens. “Don’t say that word again.”
He gr
ins. “What? Die?”
“That’s not something to joke about, Jas. Do you know how worried I was when you got shot?”
“You were worried about me?” he asks with such awe that it breaks my heart.
It’s like he never had anyone worry about him before. Considering the way his family died, it makes sense. He must’ve felt that he’s not worthy for anyone to worry about him after the hell that he went through in his childhood.
“Of course I worried about you.” My voice softens as I kiss his chest then pull away, not wanting him to catch the tears in the corner of my eyes. “Come on, stop being so lazy.”
“Me, lazy?” He stands behind me until his warmth envelops mine. He pulls my hair aside and places a kiss at my shoulder. Goosebumps erupt on my skin and I walk to the closet before I turn around and tell him something stupid like all the feelings that are swirling inside me.
After we change, me into a summer yellow dress and Jasper into a shirt and pants, we go to the olive fields. He prefers them because there aren’t workers here at this time of the year.
He really meant it when he said he doesn’t like to share.
I greet everyone who greets us. I’ve become good enough in Italian to strike up an easy conversation about the food, the weather, and the festival-like parties everyone loves.
Jasper doesn’t seem amused, but anyway, he doesn’t count.
I really like the people here. They’re kind and have the most beautiful language. Let’s not talk about the food because I’m pretty sure I’ve gained a few pounds since the time I arrived.
The general atmosphere itself is peaceful. There isn’t that stressful or gloomy feeling in the air. There are only hardworking people with a lot of love for Jasper’s last name and therefore Jasper — and me, because I’m always with him.
He told me not to mention my last name because it isn’t liked here. According to Jasper, my grandpa, dad, and uncle killed countless family members of these people.
But Jasper could be lying. I wouldn’t know until I get together with Dad, and I will in some way.
Jasper can’t lock me up here forever.
And yet, when I look up at him as his arm surrounds my waist, I feel so utterly safe. Like there isn’t anything in the world that can hurt me as long as I’m with him.
I was always a lonely soul since I was a kid. It’s like I couldn’t ever fit in no matter how hard I tried.
I couldn’t belong.
When I’m with Jasper, it feels like I do. Like maybe we’re two pieces of a puzzle and I can’t help wondering about that forever.
What if it is true? What if there’s something similar to forever with Jasper?
I internally shake my head, kicking that idea out as fast as it appeared.
“Look.” The smirk in Jasper’s voice wrenches me out of my thoughts.
“What?”
He motions ahead. “Your beloved daisies.”
Something flutters in my chest as I untangle myself from him and pick one. It’s like I’m back to being Joseph in the boarding school.
I start plucking the petals. “He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me.” My voice drops as I pluck the last one. “He loves me not.”
Ugh. Why does that keep happening?
Then I realize I’m being childish. I’m not Joseph hoping the older boy with beautiful blue eyes loved me.
Another daisy appears in front of me. My gaze slides up to meet Jasper’s softening one.
“I told you, I’ll keep plucking daisies for you until you get the answer you need, Pet.”
I wrap my hand around his neck and seal my lips to his. I kiss him so hard, he loses balance and smiles against my mouth.
Maybe, just maybe, Jasper is the only belonging I needed in my life. I just didn’t know it back then.
13
Jasper
I open my eyes to find my little Petal hovering over me like an angel.
Ah, fuck that.
What’s with this sappiness lately?
I’m being mellowed down because I haven’t killed for so long. But then again, I keep my usual asshole personality with Enzo, Angelo and the others. Petal is the only one who brings out this side of me — a softness I didn’t know I had.
“Teach me how to shoot.”
There goes the angel image.
I pull myself up on my elbows and stare at her. She’s standing beside the bed, already wearing jeans and a tank top, her expression full of determination.
“What for?” I rub my eyes to get a better view of her ass in those jeans.
“To defend myself.”
“From who?”
“Anyone.”
“I’ll do the defending, Pet.” I reach out for her. “I have a better idea for our morning.”
She squeals when I grip her by the hip, but quickly wiggles free, pushing my hand away.
“No, Jas. Come on; I want to do something.”
“Fine. You can ride me today.” I smirk and her cheeks turn red. My little Petal loves it when I give her the reins sometimes.
It’s a false sense of control and she always ends up beneath me anyway, but there’s nothing wrong in having her believe she can have her way. If it makes her more aroused and compliant, I’m all for it.
“Shooting.” She grips her hip.
I raise a menacing eyebrow. “Are you ordering me around, Pet?”
She quickly backpedals, dropping her hand from her hip. Good girl.
“Don’t you want to make sure I’m safe whenever you’re not here?” She softens her tone.
Smart little Petal. She’s using the way I treat her to get what she wants.
“I’ll make sure you’re always protected.”
“Just in case…” her voice lowers. “Please.”
Ah, fuck. I can’t resist it when she pleads with me that way. Enzo is right after all. I am dick-whipped.
Besides, she’s right. We never know what will happen from now on. As long as Lucio roams the earth, neither of us are safe, and until I take care of him, she’s still in danger.
“Fine.”
“Yes!” She does a slight jump then kisses me quickly on the cheek before heading out. “I’ll be waiting outside, hurry.”
I keep staring behind her even after she disappears. I’m so fucking whipped for that girl.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re at the back of the house. I point at the cans I lined on target trees. “You have to keep your hand steady, tremble and it’s over.”
“Okay, steady, I can do that. I participated in surgeries, you know.” She purses her lips, trying to keep her arm taut.
I smile under my breath at her over the top concentrated expression. “Pretty sure this doesn’t go with the medical code.”
Her face falls for a while and I curse the direction I went with that. She’s a nurse after all, and those in her field save lives — they don’t finish them.
For a few minutes, I hold up her hand and train her to target well. She’s right; her arm is steady, it’s her aim that needs more work.
“Why do you really want to learn to shoot?” I ask after a while.
“I told you, to protect myself.”
I’m standing behind her and I slowly grip her bending elbow the slightest bit. She bites her lower lip as I say, “You know many nurses who like to take up shooting as a hobby?”
“Nope, but other nurses aren’t kidnapped to another country and forced to quit their jobs.” There’s no usual venom in her voice, but her displeasure reaches me loud and clear.
She doesn’t like this arrangement, and while she might lose herself in the fucking, in the late-night dinners and the walks, she’ll always — fucking always — think like she’s a captive.
Well, she is, but she shouldn’t be thinking about it as such now.
“Maybe you should protect yourself from me, too,” I speak in a neutral voice, but my blood is boiling.
“Maybe I should.” She lifts her chi
n, her eyes sparkling in a sadistic gleam. “What if I shoot you right now and run?”
The question is like a fucking stab. It’s like someone twisting a knife into a fresh wound.
No, not someone. Her. Fucking Georgina.
I grab her arm with the gun and she gasps when I point it at my chest.
“J-Jas...what are you doing?” Her voice is haunted. Her eyes are as wide as saucers as she stares at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
“You said you’d shoot me.” My tone is neutral, calm, hiding all the fucking chaos I want to wreak. “Do it.”
“W-what?”
“Shoot me, Pet.”
“Jas…”
I push the gun into my chest and her hand trembles as she tries to release the trigger, but I keep her hand in place.
“It’s the only way you’ll ever get rid of me, so do it, Petal.”
“Jasper, stop.”
“Do it. Fucking shoot me.”
A sob tears from her throat. “N-no…”
“Do it.”
“NO!” She screeches, hitting my chest and throwing the gun away. “Let me go, you fucking psycho. How can you ask me to do that? How can you put it on my conscience?”
“Is that all you care about?” I laugh, the sound humorless. “Your conscience?”
“I won’t become a killer because of you.”
“Well, congrats, Georgina. You just lost your only chance to get rid of me.”
She stares up at me with hard features, folding her arms over her chest. “Why are you calling me by my full name?”
I wrap my hand around her hair in a fist and pull her into me until she cries out in pain. “Because you fucked up.”
“W-what?” Her eyes widen with fear.
“You’re going to pay for that question, Pet. I’m going to spank it out of your ass until it’s purple, then I’m going to fuck you in that ass and mark you the fuck up until you beg me to stop. Here’s the plot twist, I won’t stop.”
Her breathing hitches, and it’s both fear and excitement.
She should see the anger in my eyes. The fucking disappointment.
Over the past few weeks, I had a fantasy about her with me. I had a fucking inkling, a damn thought that maybe one day, she’ll wake up and not think about leaving.