Page 50 of Forgive Me, Father (Don #1)

FORTY-TWO

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

I had no idea how long I was in the dungeon but everyone else had left us already. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t want Alfonso to release me.

I wanted his hands holding me, keeping me together. I still had a lot of healing to do but this moment had done more for me than I could ever put into words.

Kai’s blood grew sticky on my body and I didn’t like it. It was time to finally get this man out of my system once and for all.

I lifted my head and my gaze flickered up to Alfonso’s.

He didn’t speak; he just stared at me.

He was still the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on.

I slammed my lips on his in a bruising kiss and pulled him tighter by his head. I started climbing onto his lap and his hand assisted me, trying to kill any space between us.

Our tongues danced the steps of love war. Each stroke more demanding than the last.

The floor connected hard with my back as the kiss grew. This hunger, a hunger I had never tasted before, exploded inside of me, into my husband and we just couldn’t stop tearing at each other.

My fingers worked his jeans quickly and before I even registered what was happening, he was inside of me.

I grunted at his thrusts. It was painful at first, but I refused to tell him to stop.

When I heard Kai’s voice, yelling at how tight I was, I opened my eyes and found him dead, hanging like a dead man’s corpse from the beam.

His vacant stare was locked on us and a smile formed at the corners of my mouth.

I thrust my hips to meet my husband’s plunges. The euphoria grew. We were such a dysfunctional fucking mess, but it worked for us, and that was all that mattered now.

My fingers tangled in his hair as he fucked me harder. I pulled tighter, as Alfonso growled like a beast, pushing harder into me.

He felt good, I wanted to come, but my body refused.

I was right on that edge, but I couldn’t fucking come.

“Bite me,” I begged.

Alfonso didn’t think twice, and his teeth clamped over my shoulder. I cried out as my skin pierced underneath his teeth. The pain seared through my shoulder blade and toward my breast.

My eyes rolled back as I came hard. My orgasm exploded through me, washing away everything evil that Kai had left.

“Fuck, yes! Yes!” Alfonso growled. He rejoiced, laughed like a madman through kisses. “That is my girl, such a good girl.”

He released deep inside of me; it was so overpowering that I almost passed out.

He slipped out of me as I tried to catch my breath.

The frank and overpowering smell of Kai’s blood filled my nostrils.

Alfonso helped me pull on my panties and jeans as I stared at whatever was left of Kai.

I killed him, but it was always him or I. And I refused to give up on this life. Not when it finally became so sweet.

My husband swooped me up bridal style and I touched his face gently.

He walked with me up the stairs, looking at me with admiration. Or I think it was what it was.

My lust for him had returned and I feared it was going to be twenty times worse than it was before.

The dungeon doors swung open and Alfonso gave a command to one of the guys. Probably to get Kai’s body out of his dungeon.

He took me back to my room. My parents were gone. My sister was gone. I didn’t feel their presence anymore. I didn’t need them anymore.

I only needed this man.

He entered my room and the door shut behind us.

The bathroom was his final destination. He placed me gently on the toilet and went back to the shower to open the tabs.

He came back and crouched in front of me.

We just stared at each other. Not saying a single word.

He helped me remove my clothes and then he took off his own.

Last was my underwear and then he kissed me fiercely.

He picked me up as he stood up from his crouch and my legs wrapped around his waist.

The water was warm as we finally stood underneath the spray.

He slipped back inside me and pressed me against the tiled wall.

He fucked me slowly, gently.

“I love you, Camilla,” he whispered between kisses.

We had killed my demon, or maybe just fed it. And still, my husband loved me.

“You can love me any way you want, caro marito .”

He stared at me in shock. “Italian, little runaway?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” I say before kissing him. “It’s not much but Nico’s mom was working with me before...”

Tears filled my eyes, and he kissed them away. I needed the pain. It was all I knew and Alfonso was the best and bestowing it.

“I want to go to the dungeon.”

He stared at me, and his eyes were wild. Lighter than a forest.

I knew tonight satiated his demon. I gave him a feast. My husband was back to his normal self. “Are you sure?”

I nodded.

For some reason, I knew that what had happened to me, as horrible as it was, and as sick as this might sound, there was a silver lining to all of this.

I finally became my husband’s true match. We finally fit.