trying to test me. He does random checks like this. Don’t worry. I’ve already put the call through to let him know someone was in my apartment.”
“Why?”
“He will be stopping by.”
“Is that wise?”
“Yes. If I don’t do this, he’ll think I’m hiding something.”
“And you are?”
“Exactly. I’m hiding you.” He cupped her face. “I didn’t get a chance to get you any clothes.”
“I don’t care about clothes. The only thing that matters is you.”
He laughed. “I’m glad.” He kissed the top of her head, and she snuggled against him, not wanting to let go.
“What’s going to happen when your father gets here?”
“He’s going to take a look around and probably deny all knowledge of who that man is.”
“You’re going to trust him?”
“I don’t have a choice.” He stroked her cheek. “I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you.” He kissed her lips. “I’m sorry. I keep on kissing you and I don’t even know if you’re okay with it.”
She chuckled. “I am.”
“Do you like me kissing you?”
“I asked for it last night, remember? I like it.” He was the first man to ask her for something, even as simple as a kiss.
Didn’t he know how special that was?
“Can I kiss you?” she asked.
“What?”
“I’d like to kiss you, like you did for me last night.”
“I would love that.”
She cupped his face, stroking her thumb across his bottom lip. Now, she felt a little nervous. “I don’t think I’m a good kisser.”
“Don’t think, just let it happen. Feel what your body likes, what it wants.”
“I don’t know what it is I want,” she said. “I mean, apart from the kiss.”
“Then let your body take over.”
She pressed her lips to his, sinking her fingers into his hair as she pressed her body against him.
At first, he didn’t respond and she truly believed she was doing it wrong. She didn’t have a clue what to do or say. Pulling back, she saw him waiting for more. With her lips pressed against his again, she ran her tongue across his lips, seeing what it felt like to taste him. He opened up and his tongue teased across her own.
His hand came up, sinking into her hair, holding her in place as he kissed her back. She moaned and as he sat back, she moved to straddle his waist, feeling the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her core.
He held her hands. “I don’t want to frighten you.”
“You don’t. You’re nothing like your father, Raphael.”
He wrapped his hand around her hair. “You’re right, I’m not. I could never hurt you.”
She smiled at him.
“I’m going to have to stop you.”
“So you can have your father here?”
“Yes.”
“You need me to go back into the closet?”
“Yes, but I’ll make you a milkshake to help you.”
She giggled. “Okay. I can live with that.” She kissed him again. “Can I use the bathroom first?”
“Yes.”
She climbed off his lap and saw his length pressing against the front of his pants.
“You know you don’t have to do any of this. I won’t send you back to my father and I won’t hurt you if you don’t want to.”
“I know you’re a good man. A million times better than the one you call father.”
“Do you know what happened with your parents?”
She shook her head. “I was born like this.”
“Like what?”
“A no one. I have nothing to give and nothing to offer. This is all I am.”
“You’re a lot more.” He cupped her cheek. “Go to the bathroom. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
She didn’t argue with him.
Using the bathroom, she washed her hands, splashed more water on her face, and went back to the tiny, locked room. Seconds later, Raphael came back. He held a large glass complete with a milkshake and what looked like some whipped cream on top and a cherry.
She took the glass as he heard the knock on the door.
“Soon.”
He closed the door. Clicked off the light, closed the other door, and left.
Sipping at her milkshake, she took a bite of the cherry, licking the cream from it before she did.
Time once again melted away.
Would there ever be a time when she wasn’t trapped or locked up? Where she could live a good life without fear of being caught or hurt?
Just once, she’d love to know what it would be like to be normal. She finished the milkshake, and it only served to remind her of his hungry she was. Lying down on the floor, she waited.
Was Giavanni close?
Did he know she was there?
Finally, after what felt like