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~28~ Belong to Me

Ermanno's POV

She didn't flinch, she didn't even move as I pressed the cold compressor on her laps. Her attention was fixed on her phone. This was the third time she was calling but it all went to voicemail.

Her whole body shook as she dialed the number for the fourth time.

“Please..please.” her shaky breath whispered. Her gaze shifted around the room as she tried to blink away her tears. “Please pick up.”

After a while it seemed she had given up as she just stared at me as I massaged her laps with the petroleum jelly. This wasn't the idea I had in mind when I swore I would take revenge on the daughter of Hugo Molina. I didn't ever fathom living under the same roof with her, providing and protecting her and I definitely didn't imagine that I would be on my knees, massaging a burn she caused with her own carelessness.

I hated her, I despised Mercedes Molina for everything her father had done. Hugo couldn't pay for what he did so Mercedes will. Thoughts about her kept me up all night. I derived satisfaction thinking about all the ways I could make her suffer.

So why, why does everything I do never seem right.

She finally flinched causing me to look up at her. She squeezed her face in pain, I could tell it hurt, it hurt her so bad. So why wouldn't she cry out. Why wouldn't she scream.

Before I couldn't go any further, her soft palms gripped my hand. “Please stop. I'm fine now.”

So fucking strong head. So stubborn, this is my biggest problem-

The thoughts in my head stopped abruptly as I stared at her forearm. How the hell have I never seen these scars before.

“Cos'è questo?” I stared at her puzzled face. “What is this?” I asked again in English as I gripped her arm.

“Nothing.” she fought to remove her hand but my grip was stronger. These scars, they were way too familiar. These weren't normal scars you could get from a fall or a fight. These were irregular slashes one could only inflict on themselves.

“Let go of me.”

“When did you do this to yourself?” she avoided my questions and kept on trying to fight but I pulled her hand closer to myself to monitor her wounds closer. There were a few faint scars but the ones that caught my attention were the fairly fresh ones. These ones were a day or two old. “What the fuck..” I stared at her hand before she snatched it away.

I wanted to pity her, to feel sympathy for her, after all she had no hand in her fathers' betrayal. But when I think about how I had had sleepless nights over the years, all the plotting I had done to track her country and house, forgiveness was almost impossible.

“You did this to yourself?” I stared at Mercedes who has now gotten up and left at least a five foot difference between us. “What gave you the right?” I dumped the petroleum jelly on the ground and rose to my feet.

“To scar a body that isn't yours?” I quickly closed the gap between us, grabbing her hand and pulling it to myself, we were so close I could hear her heartbeat. “You belong to me, body and soul.” my hands gripped her neck as I lowered my head. I loved the sweet scent of lavender and she smelled so much like it, it was intoxicating.

She breathed heavy, I could tell she was panicking but her deep hazel eyes were on me. Her fierce eye studied me, trying to make out what I was going to do next.

I'd better give her a shock.

“Repeat after me Nocciola.” I called her 'Hazel' in Italian because her eyes had always been so alluring. “You are mine to do whatever I please.” my hands found it's way under her shirt and snaked round her petite waist. It was so warm, so soft. “You belong to me.”

Mercedes didn't utter a word, however her breath calmed slightly and she closed her eyes. Surrender?

Still under her big shirt, my hand went further up to her breasts, her round perky breasts. Her nipple shot up at my touch.

I wanted her, here and now but I needed to control myself. I had wanted her for weeks now. I had fantasized the day I would fuck her brains out, fuck her on the table, on the wall, on the stairs till she would beg me to stop. All the things I could teach her and have her practice on me and me alone. But patience is a virtue.

But patience is a very thin thread and risks being cut every time I am alone with her. Everything she talks back or gives a snarky remark. How fun it would be to conquer her, to have her sharp mouth wrapped around my dick.

But I would just have to control myself, heavens forbid Figa would be the end of me.

My fingers left her hard nipple, causing her to open her eyes. She had his eyes, Hugo. She had his smile, she even had his fucking name.

Every time she looks at me, I see him in her. An uncle I had looked up to. A bastard my father has considered his family. Un traditore.

I took a step back, removing my hand from inside her shirt. “Get out.”

She looked puzzled, staring at me for answers as to why I had switched all of a sudden. She opened her mouth to speak but fell short of words.

“Get out. Leave my office.” I repeated, my fists has rolled into balls. She needed to leave, I didn't want to do something I'd regret. I didn't want what happened in the kitchen to repeat itself. Her on her knees with the towel wrapped loosely around her and me...

She needed to leave. “Get out from here-”

“No!” she yelled “You can't just..you can't..” she struggled to find her words. She looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath before looking back at me. “I am yours.”

What did she just say? Was my mind playing games on me? did I mishear?

I was only certain I heard right when she repeated herself.

“I am yours Ermanno Sandrino.”

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