needed to let myself feel the rage I’d been hiding.
Felicia
Tension had built in every single cell of my body. This man was an enigma. I didn’t know what to make of him. I didn’t know what was next for me. I was frightened… I had this horrible sinking feeling that wouldn’t go away.
I didn’t do well with the unknown. I mean, this past almost 2 years of my life had been a lot of unknown but it was formulaic. I never knew what a new assignment would bring but I knew what I had to do to get through it. A to B. It worked.
All that back to back A to B business had brought me to my C. Dario Ferrano was C.
My C.
Eyes like the sea, a beautiful body. He seemed perpetually pissed off but he had been nothing but kind to me since yesterday. Feeding me like I was a starved child that needed nourishment and not taking from my body, even when I begged for it. Waking up in his arms that morning I felt safer than I could ever remember feeling. Even before I got here. He got between me and them and said they weren’t allowed to fuck with me because I was his. His .
I didn’t know how to reconcile all of this and I knew it could all change in a heartbeat. It could be yanked away from me because he changed his mind or he could reveal his true nature and it could be a mask that, when it slipped, would reveal that he could be even more cruel and heartless than anyone had so far.
But we’d just built a sandcastle together, the best sandcastle I’d ever seen. It had several turrets, a moat, he’d done it all carving and molding the sand with his fingers and palms and small gardening hand tools and it was so attractive to watch him do that with strong fingers and a focused and determined look on his face. Now he was in the gulf, he’d disappeared for a long time under the water. I stood in water up to my waist and felt something swish by me. He was there. He emerged from the water and took my hands and pulled me forward, deeper into the water with him.
“I, I don’t swim very well, Master,” I warned, feeling panic rise.
“No?” he asked and lifted me, a bit of a devilish smile on his face. I jolted at the feeling of being in his arms and my panicked face made his mischief disappear. He pushed off with his feet and now we were in water too deep to stand in. “I’ve got you. Hold my neck,” he said and let go of me and I started to sink but grabbed on and he was treading water, holding us both up. I was freaked.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he said, “I told you I’ve got you.” I held tighter and then wrapped my legs around his waist and his words vibrated in every cell. He was holding me up, my only safety from drowning, he was my Master, my savior. I wanted to faint. He became erect against me and suddenly I wanted him inside me with a fervor I hadn’t felt about a man, ever.
I tightened my legs around him, leaned in, closed my eyes, and parted my lips, wanting him to kiss me. Nothing happened.
I opened my eyes. He was staring with an angry look on his face. I pulled in a breath and held it.
“We should head back,” he said and I saw muscles flexing in his jaw.
“Do we have to?” I breathed before thinking. This wasn’t like me. Wasn’t like me to ask and wasn’t at all like me to want to be in the water. But in the water he was close to me, I was touching him. He had me.
His expression softened. He kept treading and I just held on. “Spin around,” he said and shifted me so I was on his back now, “Hold your breath.”
He swam underwater for a little while with me on his back. I opened my eyes and it was breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that I forgot to keep holding my breath and then took in a mouthful of water. I gripped him tighter and started to struggle and he swam upwards until we broke water. I was gasping and sputtering. He moved us back to where we could stand and put me on my feet.
“You okay?” His eyes had so much depth, so much concern. Water dripped from his hair, his
Felicia
Tension had built in every single cell of my body. This man was an enigma. I didn’t know what to make of him. I didn’t know what was next for me. I was frightened… I had this horrible sinking feeling that wouldn’t go away.
I didn’t do well with the unknown. I mean, this past almost 2 years of my life had been a lot of unknown but it was formulaic. I never knew what a new assignment would bring but I knew what I had to do to get through it. A to B. It worked.
All that back to back A to B business had brought me to my C. Dario Ferrano was C.
My C.
Eyes like the sea, a beautiful body. He seemed perpetually pissed off but he had been nothing but kind to me since yesterday. Feeding me like I was a starved child that needed nourishment and not taking from my body, even when I begged for it. Waking up in his arms that morning I felt safer than I could ever remember feeling. Even before I got here. He got between me and them and said they weren’t allowed to fuck with me because I was his. His .
I didn’t know how to reconcile all of this and I knew it could all change in a heartbeat. It could be yanked away from me because he changed his mind or he could reveal his true nature and it could be a mask that, when it slipped, would reveal that he could be even more cruel and heartless than anyone had so far.
But we’d just built a sandcastle together, the best sandcastle I’d ever seen. It had several turrets, a moat, he’d done it all carving and molding the sand with his fingers and palms and small gardening hand tools and it was so attractive to watch him do that with strong fingers and a focused and determined look on his face. Now he was in the gulf, he’d disappeared for a long time under the water. I stood in water up to my waist and felt something swish by me. He was there. He emerged from the water and took my hands and pulled me forward, deeper into the water with him.
“I, I don’t swim very well, Master,” I warned, feeling panic rise.
“No?” he asked and lifted me, a bit of a devilish smile on his face. I jolted at the feeling of being in his arms and my panicked face made his mischief disappear. He pushed off with his feet and now we were in water too deep to stand in. “I’ve got you. Hold my neck,” he said and let go of me and I started to sink but grabbed on and he was treading water, holding us both up. I was freaked.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he said, “I told you I’ve got you.” I held tighter and then wrapped my legs around his waist and his words vibrated in every cell. He was holding me up, my only safety from drowning, he was my Master, my savior. I wanted to faint. He became erect against me and suddenly I wanted him inside me with a fervor I hadn’t felt about a man, ever.
I tightened my legs around him, leaned in, closed my eyes, and parted my lips, wanting him to kiss me. Nothing happened.
I opened my eyes. He was staring with an angry look on his face. I pulled in a breath and held it.
“We should head back,” he said and I saw muscles flexing in his jaw.
“Do we have to?” I breathed before thinking. This wasn’t like me. Wasn’t like me to ask and wasn’t at all like me to want to be in the water. But in the water he was close to me, I was touching him. He had me.
His expression softened. He kept treading and I just held on. “Spin around,” he said and shifted me so I was on his back now, “Hold your breath.”
He swam underwater for a little while with me on his back. I opened my eyes and it was breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that I forgot to keep holding my breath and then took in a mouthful of water. I gripped him tighter and started to struggle and he swam upwards until we broke water. I was gasping and sputtering. He moved us back to where we could stand and put me on my feet.
“You okay?” His eyes had so much depth, so much concern. Water dripped from his hair, his
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