He called me poison
Like I'm Poison Ivy
I could have died right there
'Cause he was right by my side
jim lifted me
He hurt me but it felt like it was true love
Jim taught me that
Loving him was never enough
Ultraviolence – Lana Del Rey
Diana
Even though he had already seen the marks, it was as if he was looking at my body for the first time, everything there exposed under his single gaze and the fire still burning in the back of his eyes forcing me to tighten my legs.
The oldest marks hidden by the darkness being exposed to his scrutiny, I couldn't contain the pain piercing my chest as he kissed those tiny marks between my thighs.
Some things I never thought I'd say to someone coming fully up with the possibility of losing the man who'd taken me with fury and desire these past few weeks.
Not all the deception and manipulation were able to keep my feelings away from his caresses and small surprises, his hard way trying to hide feelings from himself at the same time, opening the whole game like a child waiting for his prize.
Dragon.
He took me making a point of affirming in each movement the power he exerts over my body, I didn't want to escape even less from denying the good sensations that only he causes. And now lying on his muscular body, feeling his heat the same way I woke up a few days ago, I try to organize my thoughts, the risks are huge, I feel like I'm in the most tense moment of a chess match.
"It's a very long story." I sigh, running my hand over his chest.
I turn to look at the wear and tear on the couch, hear the door open and feel the shame consuming me again. This time a blanket is placed over my naked body, I feel the caress on my head.
"Then tell us the most important-" The booming voice of the tall man I now know is called Darkness piques my curiosity.
When I turn away, I see the five male directors of the club, sitting around the living room floor, waiting for my words. I feel exposed.
“Diana, I need you to understand that these men are my family. – He pulls my chin so our eyes meet – Tell the truth.
His blue eyes are filled with emotion, I take a deep breath, wishing things were easier only they aren't.
— I'll tell you the main thing and you decide whether to believe it or not.
“Since you're a little liar, please begin. - I look at the redhead who said that and I open a half smile.
I didn't want to have to revisit my painful memories once again, in the same way that the urge to scream to the world that I killed Stefano Sartori is stuck in my throat.
“I got married at sixteen, to the Don's son Stefano Sartori. - I started talking softly.
- That we already know hot - I looked at the blonde next to the red-haired - Tell me what we don't know.
- After I married Stefano, he turned me into his whore of luxury - The atmosphere in the room got heavier, I hid my face in Dragon's body continuing - When he wanted to close a deal, he used me as a way to please. I've been touched by all sorts of men.” Dragon tightened his arms around my waist. – They received my husband's permission to do whatever they wanted, after a while when he established what he wanted with a specific group I started to be used by them.
I take a breath remembering the first time the motherfuckers got together.
'From then on it wasn't molesters or rapists anymore. They were torturers playing with me like I was a doll and delighting in my screams. - I swallowed hard. “They liked to take me all at once before and after I lost consciousness. – I felt the pain of the whiplash on my skin again – About three or four years ago he wanted to close a deal with the head of the cartel, what he didn’t expect is that Carlos would become a great friend, he always made a point of treating me well and I enjoyed the moment like a day in paradise.