The Veil (The Veil Trilogy Book 1), page 21
“So yes, I need some answers now.”
“Then, do you want to go first, or would you like me to?” I offered.
“Why don't you?” she snapped.
She stood, beginning to roam the room as I remained on the bed. I told her every detail I could recall about Spain and the meeting with the man I thought was her father. She glanced over at me a few times, but she continued pacing.
“So, when I saw your photo,” I continued, “I really didn't have a problem watching you.”
She paused, not making eye contact with me. Her eyes lowered to the floor as she whispered, “Why me though?”
“Are you kidding?” I smirked, “You are an absolute perfect piece of priceless art, Isabelle.”
She darted her eyes toward me, blushing.
“Your former boss knows your fath…um, uncle as well.” I cleared my throat, concluding, “Jesse works for a sex trafficking ring and I know he has ties to your uncle through that.”
“Damnit, are you serious?!”
Nodding, I added, “Jesse planned to sell you and I think Felipe was--.”
“I cannot ever go back to my uncle!” she shrieked, interrupting. “He is not a good man!”
She began to break down, shaking. Her knees began to give out as she started to have a colossal panic attack before me. I jumped off the bed, sprinting to her and cradling her before she hit the floor. That is when the realization hit me that it was deeper than I thought.
“Bella, I will never let you go back to him,” I soothed. “Come here.” I wrapped her in my arms tightly, holding her against me.
“You might not be able to stop him,” she sniffled against my chest.
“I will need to know what happened, so I know how to approach it,” I suggested. Turning my head, I leaned my cheek on the top of her head. “You don't have to tell me right now,” I alluded, “but sooner than later, please.”
She took a deep breath, shivering again, “I was eight.” She paused, pulling away then looking up into my eyes. “Can we sit on the bed please?”
I nodded, guiding her back over to the bed. Averting her gaze to the floor for a moment, she appeared almost as if she were ashamed before she positioned herself to face me. Reaching out, I took her hands in mine.
“My uncle Felipe showed up to our house in Ohio,” she recounted, “and got into an argument with my father, Carlo, about business gone wrong in the States. At the time, I did not know what I know today,” she choked. “I was an innocent child.” She began to sob, fighting back tears as she lost control of her emotions.
“It’s okay if you need to do this later,” I comforted.
“My uncle had always taken a strange liking to me to the point he seemed a bit obsessed,” she continued through her cries. “He never was able to produce a daughter, so unfortunately when his meeting with my father went badly,” she remembered, “he took me and forced me to be his daughter.”
“Bella,” I mumbled, “I’m so sorry.”
She did not miss a beat as she continued, almost as if she had taken no breath. “He shot my father eight times in front of me and made me count them.” She paused, trying once again to control her emotions. “O-one shot-for each year of m-my age,” she stammered. “He didn't kill him with the first shot.”
“Isabelle, I--,” I began, but stopped, realizing nothing that I could say at that moment would have fixed it.
“He made sure to make him suffer,” she wept.
She took another deep breath and pulled herself together, appearing stronger than when she started, shaking off whatever nerves she had gotten. I ran my fingertips up and down her arms, caressing her soft skin. She swallowed hard, which told me she was about to tell me the most difficult part of all of this.
“After probably the sixth shot, my father stopped breathing,” she lamented, “and once Felipe was finished killing him, he made me kiss his dead body goodbye on the cheek.”
“Oh my God, Isabelle,” I blurted. “I cannot imagine the pain you felt.” I was shocked.
“Then he took me, and we disappeared,” she recalled through her sniffling. “He raised me as his daughter and groomed me to give my virginity up to one of his men.”
I realized it sounded familiar to what I had encountered at the mansion, but I listened intently, hanging on to her every word.
“He wanted me untouched until he came for me, but he let me go with the intention of having me brought back to him when he was ready,” she sighed. “He knew he could not keep me hidden from the public forever.” Her eyes darted to the wall and she mumbled barely above a whisper, “When I started dating your brother, I thought things would finally turn around for me, but your brother was almost as bad.”
I nodded, exhaling, and gently pulled her into my body, hugging her. “I know,” I confirmed the statement about my brother. “There is a lot we need to talk about."
She pulled away. “Can we not talk tonight?" she pleaded.
She rested her head on my chest and wrapped her arm around me. Softly, I stroked her back with my fingertips, mentally taking in everything she had just spilled to me.
“Now, I just want to be in your arms forever,” she insisted.
I smiled, “Why don't we go take a nice hot shower and crawl back into bed?”
She leaned her head back, lifting her gaze to mine, “Do you have Netflix here?”
I chuckled playfully, "Never heard of it."
She snickered and teasingly slapped my chest.
I raised my head, kissing the tip of her nose. “Yes, we have Netflix here,” I smirked, rolling my eyes.
I slid off the bed, standing, then took her hands in mine. Pulling her into my body, I bent over, tossing her over my shoulder before I teasingly slapped her on the rear. She let out a yelp then giggled while she continued to sniffle the last few tears away.
I tenderly put her down on the floor then leisurely began to undress her as we stood next to the shower. She then undressed me, watching my chest as she unbuttoned my shirt. I turned the water on and while giving it time to heat, I yanked her into me. Picking her up, I set her on the bathroom counter, stepping between her legs.
Tilting forward, I pressed my lips to hers. As I kissed her zealously, I ran my fingers through her hair, pushing myself against her, trying to get as close as our bodies would allow. Without warning her, I vehemently clenched a handful of her hair, snatching her head back as I proceeded to bite her collarbone.
“Stop!” she gasped.
I immediately peeled myself away, resting my palms on the counter on either side of her. Looking deep into her eyes, I smirked as I watched her face begin to flush with nervousness and lust. She knew I was calling her bluff, so she averted her eyes to avoid my gaze.
“What is wrong?” I teased. “Am I turning you on?”
She giggled, “You're holding back with me, aren’t you?” She then took me by surprise when she lifted her gaze to mine, glaring into my eyes.
I grinned evilly, placing a kiss on her lips. “And?” I muttered.
She glowered, biting her bottom lip. “Don't,” she hissed.
“What?”
“I said, don't,” she tilted her head, repeating with more emphasis as she reached up, running her fingers through my hair. She lightly dragged her fingernails across my scalp. ”Don't hold back with me,” she whined, “I am not breakable.”
I snorted, pushing away from the counter, and turning my back to her, “I'm not sure you're ready for that side of me.”
She reached out for me, yanking me between her legs. The moment I spun around to face her, she started to grind her hips on my already hard shaft. Wrapping her legs tightly around my waist she impishly smiled.
“Try me, Sir,” she challenged.
16 Confession
The moment I said that, a switch flipped in Valentino. He grabbed my bottom, yanking my body to the very edge of the counter, crashing his lips into mine. Rubbing his naked, hard member against my wet slit, he pushed the top of my body back so he could access my pink-tipped, sensitive nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he bit relentlessly, sending electric jolts directly down to my sensitive area.
“I need you inside me,” I begged between my moans.
He slowly pulled his teeth off my nipple without loosening his grip, causing me to arch my back, crying out in both pain and pleasure. Tilting his head, he glared at me in an untamed approach with a mischievous grin on his mouth. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, never taking my lustful gaze off his.
“Not yet,” he growled, “get in the shower.”
I hopped off the counter, obeying. He slapped me on my bottom as I passed by him. I gasped. The moment I stepped into the shower, his body was pressed against the back of mine. He started to grind himself on me as the steaming, hot water cascaded down the front of my body. I yelped as he pulled himself away, slapping my backside again, this time with a bit more force. Moving my hair to the side so he could access my neck, he bit the back of my shoulder, pulling my skin into his mouth with a forceful suction.
“You're still holding back.”
His body tensed up at my words, and he immediately backed away. I seductively bit my lip, spinning to face him. His head was cocked to the side, with his eyes locked on mine. They were full of lust and aggression as I innocently peered up at him. So far, I had never witnessed this look on him before, but I liked it. It was exceedingly arousing.
“Kneel,” he commanded in a low rumble, clenching his teeth.
I nodded, kneeling down before him on both of my knees. I bit the inside of my lip to hide my smirk. Was he about to lose control and dominate me? I had only ever heard about this. Still, I liked wherever this was going.
Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head backwards into the water, allowing it to cover my entire body, then pulled me back toward him. He smirked, glaring down at my drenched body. His fingers tangled themselves further into my hair as he tightened his grip.
“Isabelle, do you really think you can handle my world?” he muttered in a seductive tone.
I nodded silently, wiping the lingering water out of my eyes. That was not the answer he was looking for. Thinking for a moment, I remembered back to the word that sent him into a frenzy every time I called him it.
“Yes, Sir,” I smirked.
He nodded with approval, “Much better.”
I smiled, proud that I had figured it out.
“I'm going to fuck you now,” his lips curled up into a wicked smirk.
I began to stand but he harshly pushed me back to my knees. My body quivered in arousal whenever he spoke dirty to me. Every sense within me was heightened. Kneeling beneath his muscular, tanned body, I peered up into his hungry eyes, waiting for him to do what he wanted with my body.
“I didn't say I was going to fuck your pussy, Isabelle,” he growled. Reaching down, he cupped my chin in his hand while pursing his lips, “I'm going to fuck your beautiful mouth.”
I swallowed hard, realizing I had never done that before and I was about to. Time seemed to freeze as my brain started to wander. I had seen movies with blow jobs in them, but I had never tried. What if I was terrible and did it wrong? Would he laugh at me? Somehow, I would end up ruining our erotic moment in the shower.
I stared at it, erect, pointing directly at my lips. I became restless and intimidated even though I was turned on beyond words. I craved him. I yearned to please him and wanted to do it. I just did not know how. How was it even going to fit? I began to panic. He must have sensed it.
I laughed to myself after I said what I did. She had never sucked a cock before. Even if she and I had never discussed it, the expression on her face at the moment told me all I needed to know. It was her fault. She told me not to hold back, so what was I supposed to do with her? She asked for this.
Was I supposed to show her mercy now because she was new to this? I do not think so. She said multiple times not to hold back with her. If I did, she would instinctively figure it out. Truthfully, I had shown her more than enough mercy at this point. I knew she was not like the other women I had been with, but I never once showed them any hint of mercy and they loved it.
Isabelle wanted to be a part of my dark, secretive world. There were some things she would have to be taught. Before she came along, I was never willing to teach a woman how to please me. I expected them to know. I did not have those same expectations with her. She was special to me. Teaching her would be different, but she would soon know exactly what I liked and how to do it.
Without further warning, she reached out, taking my throbbing member in her palm. She began to move her hand in a perfect rhythm up and down my hard shaft. Her touch was perfect, rendering it difficult for me to focus on anything other than how beautiful she looked right now. Her wet hair was wrapped around my hand. Her perfectly toned body knelt before me in full submission.
I kept having to remind myself that she was not even my girlfriend. She had a hold on me that no one ever had. She had me so messed up in the head and I was oddly okay with that. She was mine.
She rested her lips on the head of my cock, taking a deep breath as if she were preparing herself for what was to come next.
“It’s okay,” I reassured her, “I will help you if you need.”
Her gaze met mine as she slowly took me in her mouth, then pulled me back out. She licked the head and all around the tip before she swallowed more, creating the perfect amount of suction. How was someone who had never done this before, so good at it already?
She read my mind and needs as she continued. She was instantly so in tune with me and it drove me crazy. I pushed her head further into me, ever so slowly pumping in and out of her mouth until she got used to it. She began to moan, caressing my balls as her lips worked magic on my shaft.
When I realized she was a natural at this, I picked up the pace. She watched me intently. Immediately taking control, I fucked mouth harder, entering her throat with each thrust. She gagged, but she never once tried to back away.
Just before I was about to completely lose myself in her, I pulled out then helped her to her feet. I shoved two fingers into her soaked core, using them to forcefully guide her backward, up against the wall. She let out a yelp and my mouth found hers.
Biting her bottom lip, I growled, “You are too fucking perfect at that for it to be your first.”
“I need you inside me now,” she choked in between her moans. “Now!”
I smirked against her lips, shaking my head, “I'm not finished driving you absolutely fucking crazy yet.”
I nibbled, kissing from her lips, trailing down her body to her mound. She bucked her hips, grinding herself against my face. My fingers continued to explore her insides while my mouth assaulted her button.
“Cum,” I commanded.
Her body instantly reacted to my demand and she immediately tightened around my fingers. She began to shake while sinking down the side of the wall, her knees slowly giving way beneath her. I pulled her on top of me as I rocked back, sitting on the floor of the shower. Straddling my body, she lowered herself onto the length of my ready shaft, wincing.
“I'm not sure I'll ever get used to your size,” she moaned, sinking her teeth into my shoulder, biting down.
I chuckled malevolently, leaning into her ear, growling, “I can help with that.”
I jerked my hips up while pulling hers down, completely impaling her on my rod. She cried out against my neck. Rocking her back and forth, I held her down, forcing her to ride me at a hard, quick pace. Her nails dug into the back of my shoulders as her head fell back. Squeezing her eyes closed, she continued to moan incoherently.
“Valentino!” she gasped, “It feels so good!”
Letting go of her hips, I grabbed her hair. Gently nibbling her neck, I trailed my tongue all the way up to her lips, tugging her head toward me. Taking her bottom lip between my teeth, I sucked it hard as I bit down.
“I'm....going....to...c-c...again-n,” she mumbled.
Letting go of her lip, I interrupted her, “Look at me.”
Our eyes locked as waves of pleasure crashed over our bodies like a tidal wave of ecstasy. She finally collapsed onto my body, resting her head on my shoulder, panting against my neck, placing small kisses all over. I smiled to myself as I caught my breath, gently massaging her back.
We were silent for what seemed like an eternity, basking in the aftermath of our sex. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wall, mesmerized by the feeling of the water cascading over our bodies. Isabelle’s breathing began to settle as we both remained still.
“How do you feel about toys?” I smirked.
She sat straight up, leaning back, and staring at me with widened eyes. She did not speak.
“Sooo, I’m guessing that’s a hard no?”
Her eyes slightly narrowed as she conjured up a clever reply. “I said don't hold back, didn't I?”
Arching a brow, I aggressively yanked her to my lips, kissing her fervently before we finished actually cleaning ourselves and got ready for bed.
The following morning, I rolled over, recalling that we were in London. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I ran my fingers through my hair as I peered outside. Another rainy day. London was beautiful even in the rain. I actually quite enjoyed the greyer weather.
As I watched the city through the window, I leaned my elbows on my knees, taking in the view beneath us. I stared down toward the Thames River, watching the boats float along the path, heading to their next destination. I wondered if those people ever had to deal with such complicated things.
Running my fingers through my hair once again, thoughts of my current situation began to take over my mind, as I knew there was more that I had to tell her. I also knew there was more she would want to tell me.
I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Nothing that I could say would fix any of this or make it disappear. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. She was so special to me and I wanted her in my life. The thought of her in any sort of pain, killed me inside but I knew she needed to know the truth about it, all of it.
