66. Did you hurt papa?

ERICA

Antonio pulled his pants up and picked me up from the floor with my half undone clothes. His strides were long and sure as he took me to our bedroom upstairs. Our, the thought made my chest ache, it wouldn’t be for longer. I looked at him, my insides crumbling for what I planned to do but I knew it was the only way out. Betray the only man who showed me the love I needed and didn't think could ever get, or let him ruin my sister’s happiness, the sister who was the only light that had me living the nightmare my childhood was.

When we reached the bedroom, he walked to the bed, not a hint of tiredness was shown on his handsome face as he put me down on the bed. I watched as he undressed. One by one his clothes came off, revealing his huge body with those toned muscles and bulky built. He was really a mountain of a man living in a castle on a cliff. And he took me as his captive, who like all the clichés before me fell for my own captor. But I knew, like I was scared of, it wasn’t S