Chapter 10 Reliving the old days
I pinned my fingers against the floor, sweat dripping down the sides of my face as my father angrily dug needles into my bare back.
“That's what she deserves,” Mia retorted, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
I groaned in pain as the needles punched harder at my skin. “Father! Please stop!” I shouted as the pain grew unbearable.
He stopped and tossed the needle to the side.
My eyes grew wide in surprise; he actually stopped when I asked?
“Stand up,” he panted.
Some strands of my hair stuck to my face due to the sweat.
I slowly rose from the ground, my back aching; my shoulders fell as my gaze caught the needle on the ground—it was bent.
So that was why he stopped?
“Apologize to your mother.” Father said breathlessly, "And your sister.”
I bowed my head. “Father, I did nothing wrong.”
A loud slap landed on my face, echoing in my ears.
“Do not talk back to me!” He snapped.
With eyes filled with tears, I slowly moved to my mother. "I'm sorry." The words tasted like knives on my tongue.
My gaze shifted to Mia. “I'm really sorry.”
“I hear, but I'm not convinced you are sorry; send me the money.”
I bowed my head, trying to hide the anger in my eyes. “I will send some once my husband gives it to me.”
Mia scoffed, “Get out, work for that money, and send it soon, or else….”
I nodded, picked up my purse, and without saying goodbye to my parents, I marched out of the house.
I grabbed a piece of the scarf around my neck and wiped my eyes with it. I couldn't let Matteo or Damien see that I had cried, or else my family would be in trouble.
I wasn't protecting them, but I still didn't want to see them dead; it would be blood on my hands.
I reached into my purse and pulled out a pair of sunglasses to hide my tears.
“Let's go,” I said to Matteo as I slipped into the back seat of the car.
I pressed my lips together, enduring the pain and trying to hide my tears as the car ventured into the road.
By the time we arrived back home, it was dark outside. I slipped out of that car and headed into the mansion.
My lips parted with surprise as I saw Damien waiting for me in the living room. He was dressed in a black tank top revealing his tattoos and a pair of gray sweatpants.
His eyes widened as he saw me.
“Charlotte,” he smiled, walking towards me. “How was…..” His smile dropped as he drew closer, his brows pinched together. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah,” I lied.
“Why does your voice sound like that?” He drew closer.
He placed his hand underneath my chin and lifted it up. “Something’s off.”
Before I could react, he had ripped off my glasses from my face.
His jaw clenched tight as he saw my tear-soaked eyes. “Why?” He breathed, “Who hurt you? Why are you crying?”
I shook my head, forcing a smile. “It's okay, Damein.”
“You cried, Charlotte, and you say it's okay?!” He barked in anger, but not at me, but because I was hurt.
His brow raised, like he had suddenly thought of something.
He quickly spun me around. “Turn around and shut your eyes!” He snapped, and his soldiers in the room obeyed.
He undid the buttons on the back of my dress and froze as he saw my fresh stab wound. “They hurt you?”
He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, “They hurt you?!” He barked.
My body jerked in response.
He looked up as Matteo came in. “Why didn't you do anything?” He marched towards Matteo in anger.
Matteo gave him a puzzled look.
“He didn't know.” I hated before Damien could hurt him. “I made him wait outside.”
Damien's fists clenched. “I'll pay them a visit; get me my keys,” he ordered Matteo.
“Don't!” I shouted.
He tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Why are you helping them?”
I wanted them punished, but Damein would definitely kill them if he got the chance. “I'm not; I just want to be with you tonight,” my voice cracked.
He quickly began to walk towards me, wrapping his hands around me in a tight hug. “I'm here,” he squeezed me tight.
Damien had just applied ointment on my wound. I stop before him as he buttons up his blue shirt that I had worn.
Looking at him, I could tell he was itching to get revenge.
“Damien?” I placed both hands on his arm. “Please, promise you won't do anything to hurt them.”
“Damn it, Charlotte,” he pulled away from me in frustration, turning his back to me. “No one hurts my wife and gets away with it.”
“I do not want you to kill them, please.” I spoke, wondering why I cared so much.
“I'm going to break every bone in their…” His voice trailed off as my fingers rested on his shoulders, his tone tense, his body suddenly calm.
I wrapped my hand around his waist, placing a kiss on his back. “Please…for me.”
I slowly turned around; his hand resting on my chin, he lifted it up. “I'm sorry I wasn't there.”
“I asked you not to come.”
His hands moved to my waist, and he grabbed it tight.
I winced as the pain on my back worsened.
He quickly pulled his hand away. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head. “Still hurts.”
His hand wrapped around mine as he led me to the bed, and he placed his hand on my hips as he led me to sit on top of him, my face facing him.
His hands caressed my back. “I'm sorry, love.”
I shook my head. “It's not your fault.”
He reached towards me, his hand fixed on the buttons he had done, and he undid them, sliding them off me, and he tossed them to the ground, leaving me with just underwear on.
I adjusted myself on his lap, both of my fingers gripping him together.
With his fingers on my hips, he drew me in, pushed my hair to the side, and his lips connected to my back.
I shut my eyes, letting out a soft exhale as he kissed me. “You know, this reminds me of our time together in the attic. My back hurt, and you kissed it—our first night together.”
He exhaled sharply as his lips traced every inch of skin on my back; his hands moved forward, squeezing my breasts gently as he kissed me. “Do you want to recreate it?” He asked.
I let out a soft moan as his fingers began to curl around my nipples, his tongue on my back.
“Yeah, I do,” I breathed as I felt him brick up under me.
His hands moved down and parted my legs, his fingers sliding into my underwear and into my core.
“Argh,” my head flung back in pleasure as his fingers thrust slowly inside me. “Oh God, Damien… faster,” I moaned.
“Shhhh, patience, honey,” he whispered back.
The sound of my wet cunt filled the room as he slid in gently; now he was even harder under me. I could feel my clit getting more sensitive by the second; without thinking, I began to thrust my hips forward against his fingers.”
He followed my lead, thrusting faster to the rhythm of my hips.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed in pleasure as my body convulsed to orgasm.
“How do you feel, baby?” He asked, his fingers gently rubbing my clit.
I nodded, unable to speak as I was still convulsing.
He lifted me in his arms and laid me onto the bed, sliding my panties off.
“I want to make you squirt,” he spoke as he towered over me.
My brow furrowed. “What is that?” I asked.
“You have never done that?” He asked.
I slowly nodded.
He got off me and lay on the bed facing up. “Sit on my face.”
My brow raised. “What?”
“Do as I say, Charlotte,” he urged. “Trust me.”
I slowly got up and moved towards him; I had never done this before, and it felt strange. I moved my hips towards his face, gripping the headboard before the bed.
He sighed, the heat from his lips touching my core.
“I said sit, Charlotte, not hover.”
I slowly lowered myself until my core touched his tongue. “Good girl,” he said in a muffled tone as his tongue cleaned my clit.
My breath grew heavy each second as I began to feel pleasure.