Crucified (6 page)

She bowed her head
and wiped her eyes. “I am truly sorry for what Alberto did to Jagger, but not
to Bianca. Jagger never harmed my boy, but Bianca tried to murder him.”

“Your boy?”

“I helped raise
him and his brother. They lost their mother at a young age.” She turned away
from me, her shoulders shaking. Her daughter-in-law mouthed, “Go,” to me, although
it wasn’t rude, the concern on her face telling me that Maria needed privacy to
grieve.

I went the fridge,
filled a glass with juice, then quickly left as Giulietta talked softly to her
mother-in-law. I cut through the dining-room and headed back up the staircase to
Bianca’s room, giving the door a knock.

“Come in,” she
said.

I entered, closing
the door behind me.

Her gaze moved to
the glass as I neared her. “Oh, I should’ve asked for a straw.” She held up her
hands. “I can’t hold it.”

“I’ll help you.” I
sat down on the bed and held the glass to her lips.

She took a sip of
the juice as I slowly tipped the glass. Some spilled down the side of her mouth.
I wiped it with my thumb, her eyes stilling me.

“
Hai degli occhi stupendi
,” I said, telling her she had beautiful eyes. “They are very
soulful.”

She frowned. “At
least I have one beautiful thing left.”

“Won’t you heal?”

“I should.” She
unhooked the bandage around her head without removing the one that supported
her jaw. She also had one covering her nose, which had probably been broken.

“Should you be
doing that?” I asked.

“My head is fine
now; it’s just my nose and jaw that still hurts. Can you give me privacy?”

I held up the
glass. “Don’t you wish to finish?”

“I will later. Put
it on the bedside table.”

I did what she
asked, then headed for the door, stopping at her voice.

“Except for your
tattoos and hair, you look just like your brother did. How old are you?”

I turned back to
her. “Twenty-six.”

Her lips pressed
together, and those eyes… I stared at them, the pain within them affecting
me.

“Alessandro?” she
said.

I snapped out of
it. “
S
ì
?
”

“Why are you
staring at me?” she said, touching her jaw, looking self-conscious.

“Your eyes are
very expressive. They are filled with so much agony.”

“You have
expressive eyes too. Your brother told me about you.”

“Which one?”

“Ricardo; I used
to date him.”

“When was this?”

“Twelve years ago around
Christmas.”

“I was in the hospital
then.”

“I know. I visited
with your brother, but you were unconscious.”

I nodded. “I
should leave you in peace,” I said, uncomfortable with the subject. The
kidnappers had left me for dead, the beating they had given me leaving me in a
coma for two months. After I had woken up, I had found out that I’d had a stroke,
which meant I had to learn how to speak again. It had taken a year before anyone
could understand me, and another year before I could speak without slurring.

“
Grazie
,
Alessandro,” Bianca said. “Ricardo said you were the nice one of the
famiglia
.”

I turned back. “He
must’ve been drunk when he said that, because he didn’t think I was very nice
for taking Ghita away from him today.”

Bianca’s face
soured. “Oh, how I hate that woman. She caused your brother nothing but hell. I
don’t understand why he’s so fixated on her. And why is she here? I saw her
downstairs. The
troia
smirked at me.”

“Camila wanted her
sisters back, so Frano told me to get them.”

She grimaced.
“Just please make sure she doesn’t come near me.”

Nodding, I excused
myself again. I left her room and entered mine, stripping down to my boxers. I flopped
onto my bed, exhausted from the difficult day. I closed my eyes, wishing my
past was nothing but a dream, something I could forget, instead of a nightmare
that people continually reminded me of.

4

A knock came from
my door. I opened my eyes, realizing it was a new day, the sunshine coming
through my window bright. The knock came again. Yawning, I pushed out of bed
and headed for the door, opening it. Honey stood on the other side looking as
though she’d been crying continuously since I’d last saw her.

“What’s wrong?” I
asked.

“He does hate me.”
She flung herself at me, hugging me as though there was no tomorrow.

I placed an arm
around her and pulled her into my room, shutting the door behind us. I directed
her to the bed, and sat her down, detaching myself from her tight grip. “Tell
me what happened?” I said.

She wiped her
eyes. “
I went back to Jagger’s
room, and as soon as he saw me, he went crazy, yelling at me to get out. I
don’t know what to do. I have to make him see how much I love him, but he told
me not to come back,” she said, her blue eyes imploring me to help her.

“How long have you
known Jagger for?”

“About two
months.”

“How long have you
known your husband?”

“Seven years.”

I frowned, not
impressed with her weak character. “You need to look inside yourself and see if
you love Jagger because of the training he has done on you or whether this is
genuine love, because I really think you should be thinking about your husband,
not Jagger.”

“It
is
genuine;
I will do anything for him.”

“Okay,” I said,
not believing her. “What will you do then?”

“I don’t know;
that’s why I’m here. I need your help. I’m terrified the Don will sell me now
that Jagger doesn’t want me.”

“The Don won’t
sell you; you’re the house nurse, plus Bianca will need to be looked after.”

“I tried to help
her, but she yelled at me to get out of her room. No one wants me here.”

“I do.”

“Why do you want
me when Jagger doesn’t?”

I didn’t say I wanted
you.
“You’re a very sweet
and lovely lady,” I said, having no desire to upset her even more.

“Then if the Don
tries to send me away, you can say I’m with you.”

“I won’t lie to
him, but, as I said, I’m sure he will want to keep you on as a nurse.”

“I can’t risk it;
he’s already sent me away before, and the only reason he said I was no longer a
slave was because he thought Jagger wanted me, and I can’t be sent away to that
horrible Spaniard. They said he is cruel and sadistic, and I’d rather die than
leave Jagger,” she breathed out.

She started babbling
again, talking faster than I could keep up with, her accent hard to follow. I
listened more closely, but she started using slang I didn’t understand. She paused
enough to breathe out, then blurted out words I didn’t want to hear.

“I will do
anything for you; even have sex with you if you tell the Don I’m your slave now.”

I stood up. “I
don’t have sex with married women.”

She rose to her
feet, her face a mask of desperation. “You’re a slave trainer, so you must have.”
She started babbling again, the words flying out of her mouth not making sense until
she slipped off her dress, her actions something I did understand.

I shook my head.
“No, Honey, I told you I don’t do married women, and you aren’t thinking
straight.”

“I
am
thinking
straight and I know what I need to do now. I’m a slave and will always be one, and
at least
I know you have a nice
side, unlike the Spanish man they talk about. And you will be happy with my
services: Jagger taught me well.” She started crying. “Please don’t turn me away,
you wanted me yesterday.” She unhooked her bra and dropped it. I forced myself
to look away. “Please, Alessandro,” she begged.

I looked back at
her, my eyes instantly going to her beautiful tits. They were spectacular, so
full and big—mouthwatering beauties. My bastard cock started to harden, yelling
at me to fuck her, the woman too beautiful for my own good. “You’re not
listening to me,” I said. “I can’t—”

“No, you’re not
listening to me! I will do anything for you if you tell the Don you want me.
Anything!”

“I told you I
won’t lie to him, and if you have sex with me, Jagger will have even more
reason to not want you.”

She burst into
tears. “I can’t leave him,” she sobbed, bringing her hands to her face.

I swore under my
breath, a woman’s tears always affecting me. I picked up her bra and dress.
“Put your clothes on and I will go to the Don with your concerns. I will sort
something out with him.”

She dropped her
hands and threw herself at me. “Thank you!”

I held my arms out
wide for a moment, then wrapped them around her, knowing it was just comfort I
was giving her, even though her body felt wonderful against mine, those full
breasts pushed up against my stomach. I suppressed a groan because my cock was
now pushing into her, trying to dry hump her.

She pulled back
and looked up at me. “Are you for real, not tricking me like Jagger?”

“I’m telling the
truth, I will help you the best I can as long as you—”

“I will, I will,
I’ll do anything to stay.” She dropped to her knees and yanked down my boxers,
grabbing a hold of my hard cock.

I inhaled sharply
as she put it inside her mouth. I grabbed her shoulders. “Honey, you don’t have
to—” I grunted. “Oh, fuck…”

She continued
sucking me, my bastard of a dick betraying me. For a second, I thought about pulling
away, but she was just too good. Jagger had definitely taught her well, because
she was playing with my Prince Albert, using her tongue and teeth, and oh,
fuck, fuck…

Fuck!
I can’t do this; she’s married!
I took a hold of her
head. “Stop, Honey.”

She mumbled
something around my cock, which I didn’t understand, but
Dio mio
, it
felt great. She took a hold of my balls and started massaging them. My mind
went blank for a moment, just pure pleasure racing through me, nothing but her
mouth and hand, and the feelings they were creating filling my head. I groaned
as she started sucking on my balls, knowing I couldn’t stop her now. I was
weak, I was an addict: sex my drug. I needed it constantly, needed the euphoria
to blank out every shit feeling I’d ever felt, and it did. It made me forget,
and all I wanted was to forget. Plus, sex made me feel like I was
needed, wanted, and not a piece of trash to be thrown away.

I groaned as she
flicked my Prince Albert again. It was incredibly sensitive there, giving me
more pleasure than the average man. It sent shivers up my cock, making me
clench my thighs so I didn’t come, although that was all I wanted to do. She
started sucking my cock again, making me want to fill her mouth with my seed,
or even better, to throw her onto the bed and enter her, to feel the warmth and
tightness surrounding my cock, because no matter how hard she tried she
couldn’t get all of it inside of her mouth.

I pulled my cock
out of her mouth and grabbed her, throwing her onto the bed. She squealed, but
I was beyond caring. Once sex was started, I couldn’t stop. I needed it now,
wanted it now, and would take it now. I kicked off my boxers and yanked open my
drawer, pulling out a condom. Desperate to get inside of her, I rolled it on
fast, almost ripping it in my excitement. Then I went for her. She looked
scared, but she had initiated this, and all women groaned and cried for more
once I was inside of them.

I grabbed her hips
and pulled her closer, then took a hold of my cock and pushed inside of her,
making her shout out, the woman’s eyes widening to abnormal proportions. She
looked in pain, but she would be in pleasure soon, because, although my cock
was big, it always made the ladies writhe in ecstasy.

I let out a groan
as I pushed deeper inside of her, the woman so tight, warm, wet, and oh so
fucking perfect. I grabbed a hold of her perfect ass and pulled her even
closer, then I started to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before.

I stared into her eyes
as I penetrated her. Once I was inside of a woman, they were my lover and I was
theirs. I knew it was a fantasy, but I preferred to live a lie than my dark reality,
and if it was physically possible, I would stay inside of a woman continuously,
so the illusion never ended.

I slammed inside
of her again and again, lost in the euphoria, lost in her. She undulated beneath
me, looking like she couldn’t get enough of what I was doing. I leaned down and
latched onto one of her glorious breasts. I began sucking it, unable to get
enough of her soft breast and hard nipple. She started keening, telling me
yes
continuously in English;
no
not part of the equation, because this
couldn’t be wrong. Nothing about the pleasure I was receiving and giving could
ever be wrong. I wanted to consume her, to have her scream my name, which I
knew I would get, because “Alessandro” was already falling from her lips, her
voice going higher and higher with every thrust of my cock and suck of her
breast.

She placed a hand
on my head, pushing my face even more into her beautiful bosom. And I never
pulled away from what a woman wanted, so I mauled her tits, totally lost in the
pleasure. She thrust her pussy into me hard, crying out my name even louder. Realizing
she was climaxing, I clamped down on one of her nipples, putting extra pressure
on the hard bud. Her body went rigid in response, then she screamed out loud
enough for the whole house to hear.

As she sagged, her
orgasm starting to wane, I latched onto her other breast and did the same to
that nipple, making her arch and cry out again, her body not realizing it had
finished, nor wanting to either, the pleasure everything. She dug her
fingernails into my head, the pain so fucking delicious it made my cock twitch
inside of her. I needed to come too, needed to have my body fucked as well as
my mind.

As she came for
the second time, I pulled back and raised her legs over my shoulders, then
started penetrating her hard, the woman too far gone to feel any pain, if
anything it spurred her on, making her scream to God for more. And I gave it to
her, my cock moving in and out of her as though it was possessed. Then I felt
the buildup, the warmth in my stomach spreading down to my cock and balls, the
need to come, to fill her, to push every last drop of cum out of my body. This
was what I did it for, what blanked my mind, what only brought me joy not hate.
I roared as my cock exploded inside of her, nothing but the pleasure filling my
mind and body, the exquisite feelings only sex could give me. She cried out my
name again, her legs locking around my neck, strangling me with her passion. My
cock jerked inside of her while my body stayed still, just feeling the bliss
and pain all rolled into one. Then it all stopped as the last drop fell. I
flopped on top of her, exhausted and satiated—for the moment, because I knew in
five minutes my cock would want more, my body a freak of nature, never
satisfied long enough to know it’s had sex.

She squeaked underneath
me. I pulled out of her and rolled to the side, wishing it hadn’t finished,
because my thoughts started creeping back in.

Why can’t you
fucking control yourself?

She’s a married
woman.

And she only fucked
you because she wanted to stay with Jagger.

No one wants you.

No one loves you.

They only take
what they want then throw you away.

You’re a worthless
piece of shit.

Sobbing started up
next to me, making me turn to Honey. “What’s wrong?” I said, now worried I’d
hurt her.

She covered her
face with her hands.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her
head. “I just cheated on Jagger.”

“It should be your
husband you’re concerned about, not Jagger.”

“If it wasn’t for
him I wouldn’t be here!”

“Are you talking
about your husband or Jagger?”

“My husband! He
got me into this mess. If it wasn’t for him Dan wouldn’t be making me do this.”

“Who’s Dan?”

She put her hands
to her head. “I can’t believe I told you that!” Before I knew what was
happening, she jumped up and went for my desk, swiping up my phone, then ran
for the bathroom. My brain finally kicked into gear. I went for her, but the
door slammed in my face, the lock clicking before I could get a hand to it.

I banged on the
door. “Open up, Honey!”

“No!”

“Open it now or
I’ll bash it down!”

I heard her start
talking. I put a shoulder to the door and rammed it, yelling out as nothing
happened. I did it again. The door creaked, but yet again nothing happened. Swearing,
I put my full body weight and strength behind it, smashing it open.

Honey screamed,
her eyes going wide with fright. I snatched the phone out of her hand and put it
to my ear. “Who is this?” I snapped.