Page 46 of When She Unravels
Damiano pulls the duvet back and places me on the silky sheets.
“I’m a mess,” I mumble.
He climbs in beside me and wraps his arms around my waist. The empathy he’s displaying at the moment is so unexpected that I start to question my entire perception of him. Who is the real Damiano?
“Get some sleep,” he tells me, holding me close to him.
He caresses my back with light strokes until he drifts off. When his breathing slows, I tilt my head up and analyze his face. He looks at peace.
Unfortunately, I can’t relate. I won’t be able to catch a wink here with him. My heart is bouncing around my chest, and my thoughts race like a herd of wild horses. I think back to him kneeling between my legs, and I can’t believe thatthatis what sex can be. Of course, I was aware that what Lazaro and I did could hardly constitute real lovemaking, but even in my most optimistic fantasies, I could never have come close. The way he looked at me the entire time, the way hesawme, the pleasure that he made me feel…
I squeeze my eyes shut. For Damiano, this was just one of many hookups. For me, a revelation. This asymmetry is not in my favor, and I can’t risk giving him any more power over me.
When I’m confident he’s in deep sleep, I climb out of the bed, tug my clothes on, and get off the yacht. As I flag a taxi to take me back to the hostel, I’m sure of one thing and one thing only.
This can’t happen again.
CHAPTER14
DAMIANO
I wakeup with a dick harder than a steel bar.
Despite the unpleasant heaviness in my balls, a grin unfurls over my lips at memories of last night. I was the first man to taste Ale. The first one to dip my tongue into her hot, needy flesh. Her inexperience is a surprise I hadn’t expected, but it awakens something fiercely possessive inside of me. I’m going to really fucking enjoy teaching her all the ways we can get each other off.
Starting now. I extend my hand, searching for a full breast or a firm ass cheek, but all I find is a cold silk sheet.
What the fuck?
I crack my eyes open, and I can’t fucking believe it.
She’s gone.
With a growl, I shoot out of the bed and check my desk. No message? Not even a text?
Frustration rages inside of me as I text my driver to go check she made it home. I barge into the shower and angrily jerk off.
This is what I get for being soft with her last night, but what the hell was I supposed to do? Have sex with her while she was upset? No. I like my partners willing and enthusiastic.
I scrub the sponge over my back hard enough for it to sting. That dumbass Adrian. It drove me crazy to see him flirting with her. I should have tossed him overboard like I wanted to, but I knew it would cause a scene and put an end to my plans for the night.
Ale came to the party for me. Her weak denials didn’t fool me. Even with my warning, she came, and now that we’ve crossed a threshold, there’s no going back.
She’s already mine.
My phone is ringing as I step out of the shower. I pick it up. “Speak.”
“She made it back to the hostel,” my driver says. “The receptionist said she arrived around five am.”
“Made it back towhat?”
“Her hostel.”
“Cazzo.Where?”
“Sant Antoni.”
The cheaper side of Ibiza where a lot of the seasonal workers live. It’s been getting more and more dangerous over the last few years, mostly petty crime and robberies, but a few violent assaults too. I don’t like the idea of her staying there.
