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Utterly exhausted, I stared up at the white ceiling above me, trying hard to get my rapid breathing back under control.

Waves of happiness, but also doubt went through me in equal measure and I hesitantly put my face to the side to be able to look at Emilio, who was also staring at the ceiling, completely exhausted, until he noticed my gaze and turned to me.

"How are you?" he asked caringly and I gave him such a bright smile that he didn't need any words from me to understand that I found it more than perfect. Because the doubts I had weren't about him, but about myself. I hardly knew him and there was still this fear that he would now let me fall.

"I'll be right back, little butterfly," he said softly into the silence and then gave me a tender kiss on my slightly sweaty forehead, then got up from the sofa bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

So I lay there... Mentally on the verge of madness from sheer feelings and yet it was so different than expected.

Who would have thought that my first time with a dangerous Mafiosi would be on a yellow sofa bed? Even in my books there were no such absurd deflowerings.

But I wouldn't trade it for anything else. Neither candlelight nor romantic music could have made this moment more magical. The only thing I wanted and got was him.

"Here," Emilio snapped me out of my thoughts and when I looked up at him he was standing stark naked and handing me toilet paper that I frowned at, while of course my eyes caught glimpses of his muscles and also his cock, which caused it I blushed and looked at him with wide eyes.

He just grinned stupidly and leaned down, paper in hand, to wipe his effusion off my abdomen, which I was embarrassed about but felt completely familiar with him. There was nothing left to be ashamed of. He'd seen me before at my most vulnerable moment, completely letting go and drifting under his thrusts.

"I'd like a shower," I murmured as he was still cleaning himself up from me, but he suddenly shook his head and grabbed my hands to gently help me up.

"I know something better," he whispered and disappeared back into the bathroom, only to come out with two white bathrobes.

"Put that on," he instructed me and I just did while he too put his on and pulled out his phone.

"Be downstairs in 5 minutes," he spoke into the phone, looking at me, and my eyes widened in disbelief.

"Emilio!" I warned and ran towards him. "I'm definitely not going to step outside the door like that!"

He just looked at me with a grin and suddenly quickly grabbed my waist to put me over his arms.

"Who says you have to walk?" he breathed close to my face and I clasped my arms around his neck for support, whereupon he left this small, beautiful apartment with me and we were met outside by Hector, who at the sight of us smiled stupidly.

The guy was really scary! But I started to like him.

"To the villa," I heard Emilio say and looked up at him questioningly, but he suddenly put me down in front of the limousine and obligingly opened the door for me.

Without thinking, I got in before him and was amazed at first about the space we had in here. The seats felt wider and as I flopped down onto the warm leather I noticed they were more comfortable.

My gaze fell to the tinted windows and then I felt Emilio take a seat next to me and the car started to move.

"The apartment was for your sister," I suddenly blurted out, totally inappropriate, but I just wanted to know everything so I could help as I had promised.

I turned to face him, wanting to smile when I saw him sitting there in that white bathrobe, but the subject was too serious for that.

"Yes, Isalie," he replied, taking a deep breath and taking my hand at the same time while looking deep into my eyes. "But she quickly gets into a state that devastates her when something isn't used to her. She starts screaming and hitting herself. My father is her caregiver and his villa is her home. It's impossible to get her away from there. "

He gently stroked the back of my hand and was about to look out the window, but I grabbed his chin and turned his head towards me again, so that he pierced me with his dark eyes as if he could find an answer in the depths of my gaze.

"It's not impossible, Emilio. It's just very exhausting and people like your sister need someone who has a lot of time and patience. You can't take big steps, only small ones, but even with these you eventually reach your goal. "

I gently slid my hand from his chin to his cheek and leaned in closer to him, our breaths mingling as my heart leapt with a prance.

"If you tell me that your father is a bad person, then you don't have to explain to me why that is. I believe you too and I didn't just say all this to help you. I really meant it so."

He smiled, but I recognized the pain in him, which made my heart ache.

"Why are you like that? Why do you want to help me when I can't even help myself?" he breathed questioningly and looked at me so intensely that I thought I would burst into flames.

"You saved me from the darkness of the roaring sea and you treat me better than anyone else. As if I were a rare diamond in your eyes Emilio. I know your help was selfless and yet I want to capture the joy in your gaze see and not the darkness that still frightens me."

Who could have known at this point that darkness would soon become a big part of me too.