POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter twenty seven

Annetta's POV

Daylight.

Something I was beginning to get sick of. Was it true? That the older you age, the more you like the night?

But today was a different day because I wanted to see daylight, for one reason only. When I woke, I stare at the ceiling, the same one I have been waking up to since last week. Only, today was fucking different.

I feel him. He was besides me but I still felt him inside of me. Last night was an epitome of my weaknesses and I, bizarrely thought that he'd be the first one to give in.

But he did.

Funny thing is that I didn't regret it because every single second of last night was worth it. He was right, nobody fucked me the way Fabio did. He used me, kept to his literal word and obliterated me. My skin was burning as I lay next to him, all the places he touched and bit, was all beginning to ache.

I could see the devil from the corner of my eyes, he was untamed. Sleeping, like a beauty. I slightly turn and watch him in his form. I study him, his silky skin and his complexion. Under all that, he looked like an ordinary man. A man.

Have you forgotten about the mafia part?

Ah yes, a mafia man.

Though he fucked me, good, I still hated him because he fucked my life real good.

I blink away from him and sit up, a groan rushed out of my lips when an aching sensation formed between my legs. I couldn't sit properly so I stand on my feet and saunter to the restroom to shower. A reminder of last night forms between my legs yet again.

I showered which took an hour. I needed it. To clean him off my body and even then, I could still feel him. The way his hand trapped me was etched into my mind, it's buried there as a constant reminder that no matter how hard I try to keep away from him, he would always be in my life. I look at my body, at the reflection on the mirror and examine all the new bruises gradually forming on my skin. His teeth was imprinted all over my body, the fucker bit me. He damaged my skin, all of it but it hurt so good.

As I stride out of the restroom, Fabio walks into the room, fresh and clean. I stop in my tracks and blink at him, a clean white towel wrapped firmly around his waist indicated that he had just showered. A thin sheer layer of water glazed his torso, complimenting his tan skin. It looked like he had just worked out, only he didn't.

How can someone look so good after a shower?

I hold the towel wrapped around my body firmly as we both glare at each other. Fragments of last night flashes through my mind while a sensation forms in the pit of my stomach. My lips quivered and my jaw locks. Fabio's eyes rakes my whole body, like he hadn't seen it before. The same darkness that consumed his eyes returns. He wanted more. I was right, he was a beast and always will be. Not a single remorseful bone in that man's body. He was evil, an evil mafia man, not an ordinary man. Looks can be deceiving, what I saw this morning was a lie. Only in his sleep he looked ordinary, not when he was conscious.

"Come here." He instructs. His voice penetrates my ears and startles me. His icy eyes trains on my movements, never was there a time where he'd just look at me, without glaring. I snap out of the reverie I was in for far too long and tread to him, hesitantly. As much as I wanted him again, I didn't want him to touch me.