Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 56

Lola

"I..."

My heart suddenly lodged itself into my throat as I stood up from the couch with haste, trying to steady my nerves as Cristiano coldly demanded the truth from me. Part of me wanted to tell him everything, to lay it all out on the table and let him make up his own mind.

But the other part of me, the part that was left reeling after our fight, wanted to keep him in the dark. If I was nothing more than an arrangement to him then I don't see why what happened with Alessandro mattered anyway. I continued to lie to myself.

Apparently, that was becoming a regular thing.

Nervously passing my fingers through the strands of my long hair, I took a deep breath, willing myself to gather the strength to speak. The uneasiness in my voice was evident as I began, my tone slightly wavering though I fought against it. "I already told you," I reiterated, shaking my head gently in an attempt to keep my composure.

I drew in a long unsteady breath carefully wetting my parched lips as I readied myself to recount the events in question. "After our fight, I went out to the club and coincidentally enough, your moronic brother was also there, acting just like his obnoxious self, as always—lost in a sea of women..." really freaking gorgeous women. Cursing internally, I wasn't quite sure why I had said that part out loud but I chastised myself, hating that my mind immediately went to our stupid fucking kiss and how badly I had wanted to do it again – though I could never. So I quickly shook it off.

"As per usual he and I got into it because he's an idiot. I ended up outside. Then I was attacked. Alessandro saved me and brought me back here. He bandaged me up, I showered, and went to bed," I tried to keep my composure, thinking to myself that I would avoid nervously pacing back and forth. However, as I recounted the sequence of events, it felt as if my bare feet were etching a hole into the hardwood floor but then I turned to face him. "I woke up from a nightmare, thinking I was being attacked again, and you saw the rest."

With a small gulp, I watched as Cristiano's gaze remained fixed on me, his eyes giving nothing away. The silence between us felt heavy—pregnant with uncertainty. My heart pounded in my chest as I searched his face for any hint of what he might be feeling. Was he angry? Disappointed? Or perhaps there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes?

Optimistic about the latter, I mustered the courage to approach him, one step after another, until I found myself standing in front of him. And as I positioned myself between his parted thighs, I could feel the tension in the air. His silence only intensified my unease, making me question whether I had pushed him too far.

"That's everything I swear," I desperately searched his face, yearning for even the slightest glimpse of emotion, but his expression remained unreadable.

Desperation welled up within me as I gazed into his eyes, willing him to respond. The knot in my stomach tightened, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to break through the wall he had erected, to remind him of the passion we had shared before Alessandro's unwelcome interruption.

"Come on, Sir," I whispered softly, my voice laced with a hint of longing. "Don't let him ruin our night, please."

Without thinking, I extended my hand tentatively, gently intertwining our fingers. I hummed when a powerful jolt of electricity coursed through me as I sensed the warmth of his touch against my skin. It was a daring gesture, a deliberate defiance against the submissive role Cristiano desired for me. But I couldn't let the doubts that threatened to consume me win. I was willing to risk it all for the chance to rekindle the searing fire that had ignited between us.

From the couch, Cristiano continued to observe me intently, periodically clenching and unclenching his sharp jaw, before he delicately cracked his neck. Then to my surprise, he finally rose to his feet and allowed me to lead him towards the bedroom, his quiet still hanging heavily in the air. It was uncharacteristic of him to be so passive, and I couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were currently swirling in his mind.

Was he questioning my loyalty? Did he doubt our connection?

But I refused to let my doubts overshadow my desire for his touch. I wanted him, and I was determined to show him just how much. As we stepped through the threshold of his bedroom, another surge of determination coursed through me, and I turned on my heels to face Cristiano, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Without hesitation, I reached up, gently wrapping my arms around his neck, intending to pull him down into a passionate kiss that would erase any doubts or lingering tensions between us. But before our lips could meet, he swiftly seized my wrist, his grip firm yet controlled. I gasped, my eyes widening as I stared up at him, a blend of surprise, curiosity, and a hint of apprehension flickering within their depths.

I soon found myself caught in a silent exchange of gazes, my eyes rapidly darting back and forth, searching for any indications of how he was feeling in his expression. I desperately tried to gauge his emotions and intentions but found nothing.

"You're mine, Lorella," he finally spoke, his voice low and tinged with a chilling intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. The weight of his words hung in the air, demanding a response, a declaration of possession. "Say it."

I hesitated, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. It was one thing to give him my body...but this was a new limit for me. I knew what he wanted to hear, the words that would affirm his dominance over me. Yet deep down, I couldn't bring myself to say them, not anymore. I had uttered them in the past, believing in the connection we shared, but recent events had shattered those illusions.

Things had changed. I had changed.

It became necessary to better guard my heart when this all fell apart. Because it eventually would. Everyone always left. My own brothers didn't even stick around. Why the hell would this man be any different?

"I..." I started, my voice wavering slightly as I searched for the right words. "I am your...submissive, Sir."

Breathing through flared nostrils, a mixture of frustration and determination etched on his face, Cristiano's hand suddenly curled into the back of my hair. With a firm grip, he yanked my head back, forcing me to peer up at him through my thick lashes. The gesture sent a jolt of both pain and excitement through my body, intensifying the charged atmosphere between us.

"Then submit," he growled, his voice laced with a commanding tone that left no room for negotiation. The words echoed in my ears, a direct challenge to my inner struggle.

My heart raced, completely torn. A part of me longed to give in, to let go of my doubts and insecurities, and surrender myself to him completely. The dominant side of Cristiano drew me in. It ignited a fire within me that craved his control and guidance. But another part of me resisted, yearning for more than just a Dominant/submissive relationship. I wanted connection, intimacy, and a love that went beyond the confines of power play.

His grip tightened in my hair, and I felt a rush of mixed emotions jolt through me. I could sense his frustration, his need for me to comply with his desires, and yet, I couldn't ignore the growing turmoil within my own heart. I wanted him, but I wanted more than what he was offering and he knew that.

With a flicker of defiance in my eyes, I invoked the strength to speak, my voice laced with strong conviction. "Make me, Sir," I grit out through clenched teeth, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. "Because if I'm yours, then you are mine too."

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