“It’s time for you to get up. We’re going to meet someone very important to me. However, first we’re going to dinner.” The way the word dinner rolls off his tongue sends my body into overdrive. Is this a date? Or is it just a mafia king and his indebted eating dinner together?
Groaning, I stretch. My body is sore, in a deliciously well worked over way. My pussy aches, and as I stand, my legs feel like jelly. I grip the side of the bed, trying to get a grip on my footing. Come on, body, get it together. As I get my footing, I turn to see a very amused look on Zerro’s face. He is so cocky, he makes me want to punch him.
“Did I fuck the defiance out of you?” he asks, smirking. I roll my eyes as I walk back to the bathroom.
“No. Did I fuck the bad out of you?” I ask with a cheeky grin before closing the bathroom door. The mirror fragments have been picked up, and a whole new mirror sits before me. Was it all a dream? I touch the mirror as if my fingertips can bring this dream back.
The glass is cold under my fingers, and I pull my hand back, finally catching a glimpse of my face in the mirror. I look like a five dollar whore. Fingertip markings can be found on my legs, hips, and arms. My hair desperately needs brushing, and my lips are red and chapped as if I have been kissed for hours.
I run my fingers through my hair, hissing as my scalp is sensitive. The hours before swarm me. The way he had taken me, the way he had possessed my mind and body… It was all about him and me at that moment. The mafia, the money owed, debts, nothing mattered except in the areas that we were connected. Zerro may be a lost cause to most, dark and dangerous to others, but I have never felt closer to anyone like I have him.
Stopping myself from thinking of the way his cock tastes in my mouth, I head to the shower. My mind turning my blissful thoughts into shit immediately. Even if the sex is good, and he hasn’t killed me yet, it doesn’t mean it isn’t going to happen. Once I have served a purpose to him, it will happen. I know I need to pull myself from thinking that he can be saved, but I don’t think I can. I see that sliver of hope in his eyes. He still believes in himself somewhere deep inside the darkness that holds him.
I turn the water on, running my hand under it until I get it to the temperature I want. I slip into the shower, letting the hot water hit my skin. The bathroom smells just like him, and I find myself reaching for his body wash and smelling it. It’s not a complex smell, nothing that has a fancy name to it. It simply smells clean, manly if you will.
I put some onto my hands and wash my body with it. He doesn’t have any feminine bathroom products, and I’m not sure if this should make me happy or not. He doesn’t seem like the type to have a girlfriend, but he does seem the type to use and abuse. He hasn’t talked to me about his past, any ex’s he’s had, or what he does for work. All I know about him is that he is a Mafia King and he has money. That much is known.
I lather the shampoo into my hair, scrubbing it in frustration for the things going on around me. I know nothing about him or the darkness that cloaks him, cloaks everything he is. Mack being the only person I can possibly go to isn’t an option. Not after what he did, or almost did to me.
A sigh leaves my lips, as I slip back under the hot stream of water. I still hadn’t told him about what Mack almost did, or how he has treated me. Not that I thought it would do me any good. If Zerro can kill a whole room of people, I’m sure he can care less about a woman being raped.
I rinse the soap, wishing I could rinse away the feelings I am having inside. Even if there is a sliver of hope and light left in him, can I save him and walk away unscathed? Something tells me it won’t be that easy.
I shiver as I shut the water off and watch it go down the drain. I am stalling. I am not sure what will take place tonight, I don’t know if there will be anything that will occur between us.
“Five minutes,” he says, tapping against the wood door of the bathroom. I pull myself from my thoughts and force myself to dry off. I need to get out of my head. There is no point in trying to hide inside my own mind.
Once my hair and body are dry, I wrap the towel around my body and slip through the door. The room is empty as I tiptoe over to the bed. A glimpse of red catches my eyes as I take in the red dress that lays on the bed. I touch the edge of the dress. The material is soft, similar to the other dress I had been given.
Who is this man? He dresses me, fucks me like he owns me, and he is dark and full of secrets. I have a decision to make. I can wear the dress or defy him and wear something else. It is beautiful, though, and I know just by looking it will look good on me. However, won’t doing what he wants be giving myself over to him?