by Rina Kent
“No panties you filthy little slut.” I hum, thrusting two fingers inside her. “You’re going to live the fantasy of being raped by an intruder, Pet. I’m going to fuck you so hard; you won’t be able to move properly tomorrow.”
Her eyes water, but she moans again and again as I finger fuck her until she’s gasping for air.
I don’t waste time on foreplay. When I feel her close, I remove my fingers, soaking in her disappointed mewl.
I loosen my hold from around her neck, just the slightest bit. “You want me to continue?”
“Jasper…”
“Do. You?”
“Y-yes.”
I position my dick at her entrance but don’t enter her. I rip her nightgown’s strap, revealing her tightened nipples and pinch them hard.
“Oh, Jasper, please...please…”
“Please what?”
“Please…” her face reddens when I squeeze again. “Fuck me.”
Usually, that would be it. Usually, I would be fucking her, spanking her, making our worlds come apart, but she made a mistake.
She left.
She fucking left.
“You think you can leave and I’ll fuck you as if nothing happened?” I slap her cunt and she shrieks before muffling the sound in the pillow.
“You took me captive. You didn’t let me visit my father, what did you expect, damn you?”
For you to stay.
But I don’t say that and slap her wet cunt again. She hides a muffled groan. “Please, Jas…”
“You fucked up everything, Pet.” I grab her hip and slam balls deep inside her, making her scream almost immediately.
I barely thrust into her tight cunt and she’s coming around me, choking me, keeping me where I always belonged.
Squeezing her throat, I ram inside her with all the possessiveness and the hate and these screwed up feelings I have for this girl. “You’re a filthy slut, Georgina. A filthy fucking slut.”
“N-not Georgina,” she sobs, tears falling down her cheeks as she chases the wave. “Don’t call me that.”
“You left.” I slap her ass cheek while ramming my cock inside her. “You fucking left.”
“I’m sorry.” She cries through the tears. “I’m so sorry.”
I come then. Spurts of my cum coat her insides, then trickle down her thighs.
Our chests are rising and falling harshly as she pulls me down and kisses me through her tears and sobs. She kisses me like we were never apart. She kisses me like she won’t live on if she doesn’t do that.
“I missed you, Jas,” she whispers against my mouth.
I wrench myself from her, releasing her throat and coming out of her.
In a second, I’m slipping back into my boxers and trousers.
“Jas…” she calls after me.
I chance a look behind me. She’s still splayed on the bed, but she pulled herself on her elbows. Her nightgown is torn, her tits hanging and my cum streaks down her thighs as she rubs them together as if keeping the feeling of me inside her.
“Stay. No one comes here at night.”
There’s nothing else I want other than to stay the night, to hold her to sleep, to kiss her fucking lips until I get drunk on them.
But I can’t.
Not only because I’ll get caught, but also because whenever I see her face, I feel a deep sense of betrayal.
She fucking left.
Without a word, I throw my shirt and jacket over my shoulder and head outside.
Her soft cries follow me, but I grit my teeth and jump down.
Maybe now, she’ll feel what it means to be fucking stranded.
18
Georgina
It’s been days since Jasper showed up again.
Days since he held me down and fucked me.
Days since he left.
He left again and this time I have no way to stop him.
Or find him.
I’ve pretended to leave the balcony door open every night. I’ve tossed and turned in bed, watching the curtains flapping inside and hoping against hope that he’ll show up.
He didn’t.
To say I missed him would be an understatement. Ever since I left Sicily, it’s been the only thing I’ve been thinking about.
He’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about.
After I settled down with Dad, I spent days and weeks getting used to this new life. When I told him I wanted to work again, he said it was dangerous for me in the outside world.
All that time Dad has spent showing me around his property and his restaurants and everything he owns — which happens to be a lot; I couldn’t stop thinking about Jasper.
If he’s okay, if he went back to Sicily or maybe if he’s mad that I disappeared.
I expected him to come to find me sooner, and when he didn’t, I was both relieved and disappointed. It’s not that I want to leave Dad, but I thought that since Jasper didn’t hurt him, we could maybe talk?
How naive could I be to think Jasper and I could talk? He might not have hurt Dad until now, but maybe he would in the future. Maybe he’ll come back to me just so he can use me against my father.
I’m a Costa and he’s a Vitallio.
There’s nothing that can erase those facts.
Still, like every morning, I touch the collar, as if making sure it’s there and to get a feel of Jasper.
Dad asked me what it was and I told him it’s a necklace. And it is — the most precious necklace I could’ve ever gotten.
It’s a reminder of what I share with Jasper and no one gets to take that away.
I go downstairs for my daily walk with Dad in the garden. He has a bad cough and the fresh air helps him clear his lungs. Usually, he’d tell me all sorts of things about Mom and how much he wanted to protect her and me; that’s why he kept us away from this life.
He lost all contact with me when Sarah, the woman who got me into the boys’ boarding school, took me away and he couldn’t locate us.
Dad was looking for a boy but soon after that boarding school, I turned back into a girl and Sarah was good at covering my tracks. She was Mom’s best friend and made it her mission to protect me from the life that killed my mom.
When I asked if I could meet and thank her, Dad said she was found dead. The grief I felt for her reopened the grief I still feel for my mom.
I stop at the threshold of the living area. Instead of Dad, Lucio stands there, a smug look on his face as if he’s been waiting for me all along.
“Hello, Georgina,” he drawls.
I’d met Lucio here before when Dad made us both sit for a family dinner. During the entire meal, I’d been stealing looks at him, expecting him to jump and kill me — which wouldn’t be a surprise considering that I took Lucio’s place and he hates me.
I jut my chin, refusing to let him see how much he scares me. “Hello, Uncle.”
“Looks like you’re enjoying the life here, aren’t you?”
“I’m happy with my dad if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Enjoy it while you can.” He smirks, placing one hand over the other. “I admit, you got me with the whole cross-dressing business, but now that I found you...I’ll dote on you like a good uncle.”
I don’t miss the sinister edge in his tone. He’s out for my head.
“Jasper hasn’t told you how doting I can be?” He approaches me slowly, but surely. “Oh, right. You haven’t seen him after my last torture session with him.”
Torture?
Lucio tortured Jasper?
I swallow, but I try to maintain my posture, refusing to let Lucio get the reaction he seeks.
Is that why Jasper disappeared? Oh, God. He didn’t find me right away because he was tortured. I can’t believe I left when he was in so much pain.
No wonder he was mad I left. I would’ve been if I were in his shoes.
What have I done?
“Give it up, Georgina. Tell Paolo you don’t want the throne and I will let you l
ive. I’ll even let Jasper live. See how generous I am?”
“I’m not a kid, Uncle. You’ll kill me the first chance you get and watch Papa die inch by each agonizing inch. You’re a monster and I’ll never let you take what you don’t deserve.”
“I don’t deserve?” He grips me hard by the arm. “What do you know about what I deserve and what I don’t? I’ve built this over the years. I stayed in the background as my father ruled, waiting for the chance to finally take the throne. Neither you or that fucker Jasper will get in the way. So what if people died? All wars need sacrifices.”
I try to wiggle free, but Lucio’s hold is like steel.
“Let go of my daughter this instant.” Dad appears from behind me.
“I was only greeting her, Paolo.” Lucio leans in to whisper so only I can hear him. “You’ll pay for coming in to ruin my plans. The clock is ticking.”
I slightly stumble backward when he releases me. The brute.
Dad stands beside me, his presence bringing back some safety. “What are you doing here, Lucio?”
Lucio hugs Dad, smiling. “I only came by to see if you’re doing well.”
“I am. You can leave now.”
“You don’t have to kick me out every time your daughter is in the scene.”
“We’ll meet at the inauguration banquet where I will announce Georgie as the Costa heir, Lucio.”
My uncle’s jaw ticks, but he forces a smile. “Of course. Early congratulations, Georgina.”
He hugs me and I stiffen as he murmurs, “Tick. Tock.”
A shiver still goes through my body even after he leaves.
“Are you okay?” Dad caresses my arm.
“I’m fine.”
“He won’t hurt you, Georgie. I didn’t protect your mother, but I’ll protect you from him.”
It dawns on me then, the maliciousness in Lucio’s tone, the spider tattoo. My fear of spiders over the years. When I was a kid, I thought a big bad spider murdered my mom.
It all makes sense now.
I lift m chin as I stare up at Dad. “He...he killed Mom, didn’t he?”
“I have no evidence, but Alessio mentioned it.”
“Alessio?”
“Alessio Vitallio. Jasper.”
“I know who he is, Dad.” I lower my gaze. “I’ve been with him in Sicily.”
“You mean he kidnapped you to Sicily.”
“Yeah.” But I don’t know why my brain finds trouble keeping up with that fact.
Maybe because Sicily became so much more than the place I’d been kept captive. It slowly became...a home.
I miss it; I miss Salli and Francesco and even Angelo and Enzo.
“Can I ask you something?” I face Dad.
“Of course.”
“Jasper says you killed his family. Is that true?”
“I didn’t participate.”
“But it happened?”
“It was a strategic decision made by your grandfather.”
“What’s strategic about killing people?”
He holds my shoulders. “We don’t live in a rainbow world, Georgie. If you want to survive, you need to make tough decisions.”
“Does it have to be this way? Isn’t there legitimate business within the family?”
“It’ll take a long time to get clean.”
“I don’t care. We can do it together.”
He kisses my temple. “We’ll see.”
No, we’ll do it. I’m sure we will.
Maybe then, Jasper can finally forgive Dad for the past.
19
Jasper
When my little Petal comes into the room, she finds me lying on my elbow on her bed.
A smile grazes her lips, it’s discreet, but I can see the happiness behind it and once again, the relief.
She’s relieved to find me here after thinking I’d left her for good.
I was planning to punish her a lot longer, have her look out from the window, leaving the balcony’s door open and basically begging me to come and take her.
Be with her.
However, I’ve come to the realization that I’m actually weak when it comes to my little Petal.
I can’t stay away. That’s equal to breathing non-clean air. The act of breathing is there, but it’s also suffocating your own lungs.
While I spend my days holed in the office with Enzo and Angelo, plotting our next move, all I can think about is night time where I get to watch my little Petal and see her, even from afar.
She forces her face into a neutral expression. “What are you doing here?”
“Whatever the fuck I want.”
A sigh rips from her as she sits on the edge of the bed, it’s close, but not close enough to have me invading her space. She scratches under Mr. Bingly’s chin absentmindedly and he purrs in delight.
Little fucker.
I’m really reconsidering my strikes system against animals.
“Lucio just threatened me,” she says through a sigh. “Do you think he’ll hurt Dad?”
“Given the chance, he won’t only hurt Paolo, but he’ll kill you both and keep your remains in jars.”
She swallows audibly. Good.
Now, she knows the lions’ den she has herself in.
And I’m going to use the chance to glue her to my side one way or another.
I can’t keep sneaking into Paolo’s house. Sooner or later, one of the guards will pick up a pattern and everything will be fucking over.
She peeks at me. “What should I do?”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Well, you’re more familiar with this type of life than I am.”
The fact she’s asking for my opinion should flatter me, but it doesn’t. She’s only asking me so she’ll root herself further with her fucking father and family name.
Mr. Bingly purrs loudly again and I push him away. He jumps from the bed but not before scratching me.
“Hey!” she protests, seeming more worried about her cat than me.
“He scratched me.”
“That’s because you chased him away.” She pauses. “So?”
“So what?”
“Are you going to answer me or are you still going to ignore me?”
“I’m not ignoring you.”
“Yeah, right.” She pouts then quickly masks it. “You left that day, Jas.”
“You left first.”
“Why can’t you understand that I need my father?”
“Probably because that same father killed my own father and mother and grandmother and sister for that matter.”
She gulps audibly. “My grandfather is the reason behind that, not my father.”
I scoff. “Are you serious?”
“Why, yes. My father would never do that.”
“You’re too blinded that you can’t even see the truth, Georgina.”
“Or maybe you’re the one who’s refusing to see it.” She folds her arms over her chest.
Silence stays between us for a few seconds. It’s useless to fight her about Paolo’s involvement in my family’s death. She’s seeing him as this larger than life presence who’ll give her a family life she lost as a kid.
“Jas…” She touches my cheek with her fingers and I feel like the fat cat, being caressed by her, being looked at with those soft eyes. “Why can’t you let go?”
“Let go of what? Of the memory of blood, of seeing my mother’s vacant eyes after she protected me with her life?”
“No, of the grudge. It’ll only eat you from the inside out.”
I release a long breath, but I don’t pull away from her touch as her finger strokes my cheek.
For a moment, I feel untouchable, like the world is in the palm of my hands. As long as I have her, then I can be one invincible motherfucker.
I clutch her by the arm and pull her underneath me. She releases an excited yelp before it turns into a moan as I claim her lips.
“Jas…” Her fingers get lost in my hair and she kiss
es me with abandon, as if like me, she needs that sense of belonging, that sense that we’re it for each other.
We fought it for so long, but my little Petal and I share a connection, an inkling no one else is able to have.
Sometimes, it’s fucking damnation, all the shit I feel for her, but other times, like now, it’s fucking everything.
In no time, I have her and myself naked and then I’m thrusting into her in slow measured jerks.
“Oh, God.” Her body contracts all around me while she holds on to me as if I’m her world.
Just like she’s mine.
I don’t stop, fucking her slowly, so slowly that tears rim her eyes and she stares up at me as if knowing exactly where this is going.
“What are you doing to me?” she breathes. “Take me rough, hard. I’m your slut.”
“You’re more than my slut. You’re my fucking world.”
She cries out then, clenching around me with all her might, calling my name over and over.
“You’re my world, too, Jas. My one and only.”
I come.
Just like that, I empty my seed in her womb and a strange thought comes to mind.
I’m stealing her fucking pills and putting a baby in her.
Our baby.
She’s breathing heavily as she holds onto my arm, staring up at me with that small smile and a dazed expression.
I brush a kiss at her temple and she moans softly.
“Come with me, Petal.”
Her brows furrow. “Where?”
“To Sicily. We’ll start fresh, a blank page. Just you and I.”
Her eyes widen in surprise and her mouth opens then closes without saying anything.
I understand. Even I surprised myself with that. All I know is that I need this fucking woman in my life.
“W-what?” she stutters.
“You heard me. Come with me, this time, not as a captive, but because you want to.”
“Jas…” her eyes soften.
“We’ll even take the fucking cats.”
She chuckles, the sound easy and music to my fucking ears.
Then, her expression drops. “Are you going to forget about your grudge against Dad?”