Page 56 of Beloved
How ironic that my father had been the one to teach me, including the dangers surrounding a possessive nature when he’d become obsessed himself with his need for Stash’s mother.
Of course he hadn’t admitted his weakness until long after my mother’s murder. Maybe because he’d been ashamed, but knowing my father, he’d done one right thing in his life and preserved my mother’s memory until he couldn’t any longer.
His indiscretion had been discovered and exploited. That’s what men of power did to other men of great influence. They dug through the trash until they found any sign of abhorrent behavior. If my father were alive, he’d scold me for taking what didn’t belong to me.
A child no less.
Only Rafaela was no child, although she was far too young for me. What I’d already felt furrowing inside like a sharp blade ready to gut me was a need for her I couldn’t control.
Some would say I was risking too much by being here, let alone in killing anyone on the property.
Maybe so, but given I’d never been a man to pay a damn bit of attention to common sense, so the fuck what? Now I had guns and I certainly knew how to use them. I’d do so in a heartbeat, refusing to allow some poorly trained Italian pig stop me from returning.
That’s when I’d enjoy spending time with Rafaela’s father.
First, I needed to discover what use he could be to me and my regime. Given the great length gone to keep me hidden, I had a feeling there were several items worth a potential barter.
We would see.
For right now, I was claiming more of what unknowingly had been provided as a parting gift, a very special one.
Another taste of the beautiful woman.
Her scent was richer than before, her skin bathed in hints of vanilla and jasmine, her hair scented like sweet strawberries. And her pussy was pure sweet sin, cherries bathed in chocolates.
My, wasn’t I suddenly the poet?
I continued feasting as she slowly began to come down from the high. With her face turned toward me, I enjoyed watching the way her eyes fluttered underneath her eyelids. She was magnificent, the soft lighting providing a much better image that I’d never forget.
She pushed up, using my thighs to do so, her mouth positioned in a perfectly formed O. I thought about shoving my cock past her lips, face fucking her until I filled her throat with cream.
I wasn’t interested in romance whatsoever. But she’d awakened another part of me, one that longed to experience everything with her.
All compressed into a few more incredible if dangerous minutes. When she finally came down from the roar of ecstasy, I pushed her onto the bed. She immediately lifted her pretty little head, staring at me defiantly. I could tell by the look on her face she thought this was nothing but a game.
“You shouldn’t have visited me tonight,” I told her while easing into a sitting position.
“Why not?”
“Because it was dangerous to do so. And because I told you not to.” I pulled her thong into my hand, running my finger along the soft lace while flexing my other hand.
She shrugged as she’d done so many times, insistent on acting as if she could beat the odds. As if there weren’t people out to destroy her life.
Including her father.
She needed a reminder that often rules were created for a reason.
I was just the man to provide her with a sense of understanding. Maybe the reason was more selfish than anything else, my entire body and mind itching to control every inch of her. Even if it was only for a few precious minutes. At least with Marco wastingaway in his kitchen, I had some time to indulge in what would keep me company for some time to come.
“Remember, Kazimir, you don’t own me. Besides, you’re leaving in a little while.” The same faraway, romantic look I’d seen before lingered in her eyes. Yet as adorable as her dramatically handled gestures were, the defiance she possessed and had no issue presenting to anyone was what I admired and respected the most.
And what I was worried about for her.
She was a firecracker waiting to get into trouble.
“For tonight, that’s where you’re wrong. Open your mouth.”
“Why?”
