His Sinful Infatuation

Chapter 12

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I looked at myself in the mirror. My hands tightly gripped the bathroom counter to the point that my knuckles had turned white. The light grey theme of the painted walls only added to my depressive state of mind. I bit my lip and let one last tear escape my eye.

I know, I needed to stop crying, but I couldn't help it. I felt miserable. I didn't feel any type of courage, I felt weak standing next to Ettore. It's like he sucks out all my energy from me and just leave my flesh and bones standing. To make things worse, I now know that nobody was going to save me, I'm on my own. So yes, this was going to be a hell of an emotional rollercoaster ride for me.

I bite my lips and attempt to give myself one last pep talk. You can do this, Ave. My lips wobbled as my eyes trailed down to the large handprint around my neck, which would surely never fade since he never let his marks fully fade from my body, every time it starts to fade, he just replaces it with a new one, whether it's with his lips or his hands.

I closed my eyes and opened them back. You got this— I kept reassuring my sad reflection that stared back at me. Nobody was going to save me, but, I will save myself. I pushed myself off, wiped my face, and took a deep breath.

The dinner with Ettore's family was suffocating. I couldn't stand to be there any longer and I softly begged Ettore if we could leave early. He agreed but demanded that I finish my dinner first. I haven't been able to eat as much as I used to before, and he wasn't liking that, even though he was the cause of it. If I could, I don't think I would ever eat again. Eating kind of scares me, and every time I bring the fork to my mouth I have to close my eyes and bite into it. So I quickly finished my plate and he bid his family farewell.

We came back from Ettore's father's home about three hours ago. As soon as the bedroom door had opened Ettore pushed me down on the bed, ripped my dress off, and completely rearranged my insides. I can still feel his rough hands that held me down in the positions he wanted as he took me until I was screaming and throwing weak little punches at him to let him know I was close to passing out. The look he gave me when he pulled out of my throbbing pussy was one of irritation, I think I upset him by tapping out after the second round, but really, I couldn't handle him inside me. Not only was he rough, but he knew my body, he knew exactly where to touch to bring me soul-shattering orgasms. He exhausted my body before he could get his fill, but I'm glad he stopped. I was very surprised that he listened to me. I couldn't handle his stare that had my heart racing in fear and decided to crawl into the bathroom where I bursted into tears.

I didn't want to break down in front of him but I don't doubt he couldn't tell I had cried when I walked back to him in the dining room and silently settled down on eating while they continued talking. I felt their eyes on me, both Apollo and Ettore, but I didn't pay them any mind.

And I know he knows I'm crying in here again, meaning one way or another this conversation will happen. I slowly made my way to the bathroom door and pulled it open before closing it behind me. My eyes trailed to the bed and there he lay with his hands crossed behind his head as he stared at me, as if knowing I would walk out of the bathroom anytime. The lights in the room were dimmed down but he seemed to have a natural light shining down on him and I couldn't help myself but stare at him. His hair was loose and slightly fallen over his forehead. He was only in his boxers and I didn't miss the tent there as I continued staring at his unbelievably raw muscular body. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion as I made my way towards him and he lay there watching me with a thick aura surrounding him that made me feel scared.