Page 83 of Forgive Me, Father

There were times I cursed being born into the Don Traditions—where a woman’s role was little more than producing male heirs and sealing mergers through marriage.We were pawns for our fathers to trade as they pleased, and the more you had to give, the higher the price you paid.

I stood there, wondering if I could handle whatever Alfonso intended to give me.And I had to admit, when I looked at my patched-up wounds, I didn’t feel repelled.Not even a little.

It was all so confusing, what it meant, where it would take us, but one thing was certain, I would be okay.

I walked toward the bathroom, my steps slow, as I turned on the shower.The water cascaded over me, drowning the tension in my body, washing away the weight of the world, and my tiny sexual wounds loved it.

Everything that happened in that room spilled through my thoughts.

It wasn’t long before I sensed another presence, though I hadn’t heard the door open.When I turned, my husband leaned casually against the basin, arms folded across his chest, watching me silently.

I knew a part of him was vulnerable at the moment.Worried about what I would think of him now that I had witnessed his darkness for myself.

Love was not a feeling.It was an action.But what I was feeling inside of me right now, I had no idea how to put it into words.

We just stared at each other.

I opened the door without shutting the water off.His eyes shifted to my breasts and body and then flickered back to my eyes.I saw the shame on his face as I stepped in front of him.

He didn’t say a single thing.I unhooked his folded arms and pulled him in for a hug, not worrying that I was still dripping wet.

He smelled amazing and I just held him tight.

“Are you okay?”he asked, his voice low, that same question he’d been asking me over and over the past few days.

My jaw throbbed with a dull ache, and I knew it would be worse by tomorrow.I glanced at him and muttered, “How badly do you need that ball-in-the-mouth thing, really?”

“The gag?”He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.“Not that bad.”

“Then I’m more than okay,” I whispered before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

His hand slid down to grip my ass while the other cupped my face, his fingers folding tenderly around the back of my head.The kiss deepened, and a low grunt escaped me.

He pulled back instantly, concern flashing in his eyes.“Sorry—what do you need?”he murmured, brushing a kiss to my forehead.

I let out a breath, half a laugh, half a sigh.“You.Always you.”

Italian words slipped past his lips and then he assaulted my mouth with his again.He planted my ass on the basin as I reached for his shirt.

I pulled it over his head as he helped by lifting his arms.

My lips immediately ascended on the column of his neck as both our hands fiddled with his pants.He took off the belt and I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

With one swoop, he pulled down his jeans and briefs, stepping out of everything.

He grabbed my leg, and I helped guiding his erect cock inside of me.

We both grunted.I was still a bit tender from having my pussy lips inside a device for hours.But I needed him now, just like he needed me inside that dungeon.

He stopped and hooked his arms under my legs, opening myself for him wider.

He thrust himself deeper into me and stopped.“How do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fast and rough.”

He growled and smashed my lips with his mouth.The kiss was fast and passionate.My jaw ached but fuck the pain.

He pumped me hard and the friction drove me nearly to breaking point.