Page 27 of Forgive Me, Father (Don #1)

TWENTY-FOUR

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

I hadn't seen Alfonso all day, and a knot of anxiety twisted in my chest. A small, haunting thought kept clawing at my mind, had he gone back to Sarah?

But Nico was still here, and I overheard him mention that they went diving for crawfish.

When he and Bas came back, he didn’t acknowledge me.

He roamed around the yacht like a ghost. The silence between us remained unbearable.

Alfonso was distant, locked in his broody silence, and every fiber of my being ached for him.

When he passed me without so much as a glance, a sharp pang of regret pierced my heart. I wish I could take back everything I had said. But I wasn’t going to make it, knowing that he took other women to soothe a sexual need that kept his darkness at bay.

I wasn’t that type.

Around five, I took a shower and got dressed for dinner. I pulled on a summer dress over another bikini and put on my make-up, blow-dried my hair, and placed it in a beautiful ponytail.

I found him, Nico, and Bas around a table set for four. There was no sign of any other guests. Just us four.

They all stood up from their chairs as I reached the table and I sat down next to Alfonso.

The air between us was still electrifying. I just wanted to touch him. I want us to be okay. But I doubted either of us would budge.

We dished up the crawfish and a few minutes later, Nico and Bas created a fun vibe by speaking about stupid random shit.

I was grateful for them.

After dinner, I was stuffed.

“You want to have a nightcap with me and watch the stars?” Alfonso asked.

“I’d love to.” I smiled, watching as the faintest curve tugged at the corner of his lips. But it wasn’t a true smile, it didn’t reach his eyes, and that hurt more than I expected.

He poured me a glass of sweet wine, then his usual whiskey, and we made our way to the front deck.

The soft daybed in the middle of the space beckoned, and we both stretched out on it, letting the quiet of the night wrap around us.

The stars above were brilliant, twinkling like diamonds scattered across velvet, and the sound of the waves was just distant enough to be soothing.

I let myself relax for a moment, losing myself in the stillness of the night, but something in the air between us felt off, as if the silence was too heavy to bear.

I took a sip of my sweet drink, and it was magic on my tongue.

Alfonso was too quiet for my taste, and I wished I could just pull him out of it.

“I don’t want you to fear me or hate me.”

“I don’t fear you. A fear for you, Alfonso. You have a dark side, and I guess it gets darker the longer you try to hold on.”

He nodded.

“Tell me the truth. How many times in a month do you need to visit the dungeon?”

He froze.

“That was where you were?”

“Yes, but I also had to come and kill the fire that our wedding caused. It wasn’t just that. Hurting you was a sign that I needed to put my darkness back in the box.”

“And yesterday?” I asked and he nodded.

“Do you have sex with them too?”

“Sometimes. But I didn’t yesterday.”

“The time before, when we fought?” I swallowed hard. He didn’t answer, just took a sip of his whiskey. Silence was also an answer. It hurt, I wasn’t going to lie, but I didn’t want anything to do with him then. So, it didn’t matter that much anyway.

“Were you ever going to tell me, or was it going to be business meetings all the time?”

“I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how,” he said, his voice tight. “I knew I had to, because someone would’ve eventually.”

I nodded, understanding all too well. People could be manipulative, always looking for a way to take advantage of what others had. Like Simi. I had no doubt she would have tried to use it against us.

“Do you even like having sex with me?”

“What?” He looked confused by my question. “It’s the best sex I’ve ever had. Don’t ever doubt that.”

I could see the raw hurt in his eyes, the pain he tried so desperately to hide. He wanted to keep this side of him buried, and I could feel how exposed he was, now that I knew.

“I want you to introduce the dungeon to me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with both desire and something deeper.

“Camilla,” he said, his voice strained, as if the mere suggestion was tearing him apart.

“Please, I want to help. I need to do this for you, for us.”

He cupped my face gently, his touch tender yet full of torment. A tear gathered in the corner of his eye, a silent testament to the weight of everything he carried. It rolled down his cheek, and without thinking, I leaned in, kissing it away, my lips brushing the salty trail of his pain.

“Please,” I whispered again, my heart breaking for him, but knowing this was what we both needed.

He hugged me tighter against his body and he shook slightly. A part of me knew that inside, he was breaking.

This was Alfonso. Not the beast. But I wanted to love all of him, and not just parts of him. And his darkness was another side of him.

I let him cry as I lay on his chest. I must have drifted away because when I woke up, I was alone inside the dark room. He must have carried me to our room and let me sleep.

I hated that he didn’t sleep with me anymore. I wasn’t going to lose him over this. I was determined to make it work. To show him that I was stronger than he thought. That I was enough. I would be enough. That I could handle all of him.

I found him asleep on one of the deck chairs, the soft rise and fall of his chest the only movement against the starry night. He looked so peaceful, so unlike the storm he carried inside.

I bit my lower lip as I took him in, the man who was mine, flaws and fire and all. My husband. And whether he was ready or not, he was about to learn exactly what it meant to be loved by a Santore. Fierce. Unyielding. Forever.

I climbed over him and lowered myself onto his lap. He sniffed and jerked awake as his eyes found mine.

“Stop pushing me away. I’m not leaving,” I whispered and then I planted my lips on his and pried his mouth open with my tongue.

The kiss was soft but passionate and then it turned desperate. He sat up with me on the deck chair as my pelvis moved slowly against him. His arousal became mine and soft moans left our throats. I felt whole when I was with him like this.

He was my drug, my cocaine, and I wasn’t ready to go to rehab yet.

THE WHITE RABBIT

My little runaway was fucking me the way only she knew how and there wasn’t a shy hair on her body as we made love right in the open beneath the stars.

Nico or Bas could walk by anytime, but she didn’t give a flying fuck about it.

Her noises filled the deck as she connected hard with my cock time and time again, bouncing faster on top of me.

I grabbed her behind her legs and pushed myself deeper inside of her.

Her confidence has climb since our first meeting, swaying her hips vigorously on top of mine. I sucked in her hard nipples, squeezed and kneaded them. She had the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen. And I had seen plenty of breasts.

She was a gorgeous specimen and the fact that she wanted to be inside my dungeon terrified and aroused me at the same time.

I wanted to share that part of myself with her so badly, but I didn’t know if she truly meant to be there for me like that.

Most people did not understand that part, but this sweet torture her body and pussy was putting me through could be enough for her to last and accept whatever happens in the dungeon. It would be a match made in heaven if my wife could fulfill that need. All of my needs.

I would praise the ground she walked on, die for her on the spot, and burn the entire fucking world to a crisp if it would make her happy.

“I’m going to come,” she cried.

“You want to come?” I hissed at her softly, cupping her face and kissing her hard. She complained inside my mouth and I helped with her movements.

Her pussy contracted around my cock, pulling and tugging as she mewled her orgasm.

It pulled my sperm from me, and I released deep inside of her.

We needed more morning-after pills or we needed to get her on birth control. I wasn’t going to knock her up just yet. There was no way on this earth she would go into my dungeon pregnant.

I needed to see if she truly had what it took, even though it scared the shit out of me.

We both trembled in each other’s arms. She laughed softly and I hugged her tighter against my chest. I refused to pull out of her. This was where I felt the safest and I wished it was enough. I wish she were enough. But I knew it wasn’t.

“You going to introduce me to the dungeon?”

I swallowed hard, my voice low but steady. “If that’s truly what you want. I’ll give you everything, Camilla. I’ll even try to pull down the moon and stars if it means keeping you.”

She looked up at me and bit her lower lip. My want for her would never die and I prayed that she would survive my demon.