My nipples hardened, and he stared, his tongue darting out, before he cupped my boobs and squeezed. Then his thumbs circled my nipples. They were painfully hard and felt strangely tight and dry as they pebbled up harder under his touch.
My whole skin tingled with a sudden dryness as I squirmed on top of him, something like a coat, a body mask that had dried out and needed to be removed. Maybe I didn’t take a proper shower today. I’d been afraid to get water on the wound even after the stitches were removed.
How embarrassing. The first time he’d see my body… The first time a man would make love to me… He’d think I was disgusting.
“Would you…mmm…give me a minute?” His touch felt so fucking good. “I’ll go freshen up.”
“No need. You’re beautiful just like this.”
“But I was sleeping, remember? I need to, at least, brush my teeth.”
His breath fell on my lips. “You don’t need anything.”
With that, He pulled me into his mouth. His lips pressed to mine, and my heart careened. He claimed my mouth with an odd familiarity, savoring me slowly and then passionately.
Just like my first kiss.
My only kiss.
Out of breath, I let his tongue part my lips as I’d let him before, and I moaned into Tino’s lips helplessly exactly as I’d moaned for him.
What the hell? This can’t be right. How can they feel exactly the same? Kiss the same way? Taste the same?
Fuck me, even sound the same?
Was this another one of the tricks my mind loved to pull on me? Was this the delusion caused by the imprint he had left on me, the mark, the scar that would never heal?
I yanked my head back, gasping for the breath Tino took away. I stared at him as if seeing him for the first time, shaking my head in disbelief.
He smirked. “You okay?”
“I really need that minute.”
He laughed. “Va bene.” His lips caressed my cheek as he started to unbutton his shirt. “Don’t take too long.”
I pulled up my panties, practically running to the bathroom, and shut the door. My chest heaved with labored breaths. I thought I’d have a panic attack.
“What’s going on? What the fuck is going on?”
From the first moment I’d laid eyes on Tino, the man with the sunglasses at the bakery, my heart had thrashed in his presence, and when I noticed he was the same build as he, and he had a beard like he did.
Only his accent dismissed the horrible assumption, but that shhhh, and that my sweet Angel… They didn’t have an accent. They sounded exactly as I’d heard them from him.
Then there was that whisper, Tino’s whisper before he approved of my marriage that felt exactly like one of his whispers.
And that day when Marciano tried to kidnap me, everything was weird, different. I couldn’t believe it was him until I saw his apartment.
I stifled a gasp with my shaking hand as the million other signs I’d ignored spiraled in my head. How he knew my precise underwear size, how his restaurant had a Halloween birthday promo… That dinner was my seventeenth birthday present. He was there. He’d been there all along.
Could this possibly be true? Could Tino be him? Had been him all this time?
No. No, that didn’t make any sense. This was Marciano’s doing. His mindfucks were screwing me even after his death, and those wet dreams I’d been having were mixing delusions with reality.
The man waiting for me in bed, hard and hot for me, the man who desired me as much as I desired him even if we shouldn’t have was Don Sebastiano Bellomo. My benefactor. The Mafia boss. My ex fiancé’s dad.
But he was not my psycho murderous stalker. He was not the son of a bitch who thought he could buy me, who wanted to rape me.
I closed my eyes and tried to breathe, taking off my dress. “I won’t let you ruin this for me, Marciano.”
When I opened my eyes, I looked in the mirror to see what was stuck on my skin that caused the dryness. The strange coat was white and slick and covered my nipples, under my boobs, my pelvis and, when I took off my panties, I felt the same texture on top of my pussy.
“What the hell?” I rubbed a little of it on my fingers and smelled it. “Oh my God. That’s fucking cum.” My eyes widened in panic. This couldn’t be my cum. That was someone else’s cum all over my body. On my pussy.
My stomach lurched, and my eyes stared slowly at the bathroom door. No. No. Nononono.
How could I have been such an idiot? How could I have been so blind? I’d even caught him standing by my bedside in the dark. Twice. Once with a fucking gun. How could I believe all his lies?
Tino was my murderous stalker.
Tino was him.
It’s always been him.
What was I gonna do now? He was waiting for me in bed to fuck him. How the hell could I run? Where could I go?
I was in the middle of nowhere, stuck with my stalker, alone on an island only he knew how to leave. I couldn’t even call for help.
My mind suddenly tried to convince me I was wrong about Tino, and it was all in my head. I was desperate to believe it, but I could no longer delude myself, not when I carefully opened the door just a crack and saw him in my bed, shirtless, inhaling my sheets like a sick creep and whispering with eyes rolled back, “My sweet Angel.”
I pushed the door closed, careful not to make a sound, and opened my mouth wide with a silent scream. I must find a way to get out of here.
But how?
Think, Lina. Think.
The only thing I could come up with was buying myself some time until I figured something out. Until I could run away from this monster and his island.
Quickly, I turned on the water and looked for a razor. If I told him I just got my period, he wouldn’t have sex with me. All I needed was some blood to make him believe—
The door creaked, and my heart fell to pieces with it. I froze in place as I saw his smirking face in the bathroom mirror.
His footsteps stopped right behind me, and he held my shuddering body from behind, the scruff of his beard pricking my face, the hardness of his bare cock on the nakedness of my back. “Hello, Angel. My sweet, sweet Angel.”
Chapter 47
Lina
“What were you gonna do with this?” He yanked the razor out of my hand, his accent all gone. “You naughty, naughty girl.”
I cast a desperate glance around me, but I saw nothing that could serve as another weapon. My mouth went so dry I couldn’t even gather enough saliva to talk.
“Answer me, Angel.”
“Please,” I rasped, “please let me go.”
“My answer to your insane request will always be the same. Never.”
“It wasn’t the Lanzas who attacked us at the wedding, right? You did it. You staged it to get me here away from Leo. You kidnapped me. You almost killed me.”
“They weren’t supposed to shoot you, only scare you so I could bring you here. With me where you belonged. The asshole who didn’t know how to fucking aim is lying in pieces in a very dark grave.”
My eyes squeezed with pain and fear. “What about my sister? Is she alive?”
“Of course she’s alive. Why would I hurt Nicole? How many times do I have to tell you she’s like a daughter to me?”