Page 58 of Ravage God

I let out a small sigh, threw the blanket off me, and climbed off the bed. My bare feet touched the cold hardwood floors as I padded across the room and opened the door, looking down the darkened hallway. I doubted Elio went to bed at this time, but the entire house was silent. My eyes moved over to his room. The crack under the door didn’t show any light. He could have just left, but I didn’t think that was the case.

I doubted he would just leave me alone in this house tonight unless he had to. Not unless Massimo needed him for something.

Quietly, I walked over to his room. My hand touched his doorknob, and I hesitated. What would I do if he rejected me?

It wasn’t anything new.

Elio had rejected me before, and like a masochist, I just kept coming back to him over and over again. But this time…

It was different, wasn’t it?

Our kisses flashed through my mind.

I didn’t know anymore. But there was one thing I was sure of: I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t do something—anything—tonight.

I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. His curtains were opened just enough for me to see his form lying on the bed. He didn’t react to the door opening. I would have been convinced he was asleep if I didn’t know better. Elio wasn’t. He would have heard it the moment I opened the door to my room and walked over to him. And even if he had been asleep, he wasn’t a heavy sleeper.

I walked further into the room and over to the bed, to the side he wasn’t lying on, and climbed in. I felt him tense when I pulled the covers over myself.

“What are you doing, Isa?” he asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I came to be with you.”

“Isa.”

There was a warning in his voice when he said my name.

“Are you kicking me out?” I asked.

“It’s not a good idea for you to be here.”

“Why not?” I thought it was a great idea.

“My control is nearly gone when it comes to you.”

“Good,” I said, moving in closer to him, trying to soak up some of his warmth. He pulled back as if I had burned him.

“Not good. You need to leave.”

“Why?”

He let out a small sigh. “You obviously don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Don’t I?” I asked. “I’m an adult. I can make decisions about my own body, or have you forgotten?”

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath, sitting up on the bed and turning on the lamp. I squinted at the sudden intrusion of light before my eyes adjusted, and I could see him clearly. I wished he hadn’t turned on the light in the first place. While I had been feeling brave in the dark, seeing him like this had all my bravery fleeing.

I blinked.

“I know you’re an adult, Isa,” he gritted out. For a moment, I almost forgot what we were talking about. “That’s not the fucking problem.”

“Then what is the problem?” I asked, resisting the urge to pull the blanket over me, as if to use it for some sort of protection. I didn’t need protection from Elio… did I?

I mentally shook my head at the absurdity of the thought. Of course I didn’t.

“The problem is you’re inexperienced. I would be taking advantage of you.”

I looked him dead in the eyes, with an expressionless look on my face, and said, “How would you know?”