"You think you're in control, baby cousin, but you're not," Salvatore chuckled as he lifted the plastic teacup, putting it to his lips as he took sips of the imaginary tea that Benedetta made for us. I clenched my jaw, wanting to throw this plastic table over and watch it hit him in the face but I held back because Benedetta wouldn't be the least bit impressed and would probably chew my ear off, "Salvatore go enjoy some of your American whores," I told him, responding to him in French so that Benedetta wouldn't understand. Salvatore liked many women but he had this unhealthy obsession with American women. He's always told me they were really nothing special, he just liked to use them as he desired because they were much easier to bed than women from anywhere else in the world. "Who says I won't?" he replied, speaking in French German. That's what happened whenever he and I talked in front of other people, w

I wasn't really worried about whatever Leonardo would say. He let his emotions get the better of him and he needs to stop doing that. For that very reason, I hold power over him. I am the one in control because I can control his emotions.I stepped out of the shower and looked at the wig that I had placed on one of my mannequin heads that Leonardo had managed to bring for me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, looking at myself with no make-up and no artificial hair.I hated looking at myself like this because I hated seeing myself bare. I feel so much like my old self when I've taken away the make -up and the wigs because I'm met with the average scared little girl.I always manage to shut the memories out but when I'm standing like this, I'm no long unicorn. I'm that South African township girl who grew up eating magwinya and atchaar and travelling in minibu

I knew that Leonardo was going to see it, and honestly, I wanted him to see it. I couldn't wait for the reaction that I knew this would bring out of him when he set his eyes on my marked neck. My core tingled in excitement as I entered the bedroom and walked to the bed where Leonardo was fast asleep on the other side.I silently walked to the bed before I crawled into it and covered myself with the sheet before I turned and faced him in the dark. Yes, we share the bed but his bed is so big, it really doesn't feel like I'm sharing it with anyone when I'm fast asleep.I could hear his calm and laboured breaths and I let his breath be the music that will lull me to sleep. I took in a deep whiff, enjoying Leonardo's scent that was all over the sheets.I've got to give it to Leonardo nobody smells as good as he does. The man's cologne is intoxicating and it's familiar to

 I cleared my throat and held the towel tighter around me as I looked up at the big brown door. I raised my fist and knocked on it lightly, preparing myself to see Salvatore. I gave the door two light taps and waited patiently, placing my hand back to my side. It couldn't have been more than two minutes until the door opened and Salvatore stood on the other side, holding a glass filled with whisky, "Unicorn," he addressed like he'd been expecting me. My eyes looked over his face, and now it was clear that he and Leonardo had gotten into a physical fight because even Salvatore's face was beaten and bruised. His bottom lip was busted up, and his face swollen but not as badly as Leonardo's. Leonardo's face was much worse, "you're hurt," those were the first words that came out of my lips as I looked into his blue eyes that looked all over my face. "So are you," he responded as he stepped as

Our day had been relaxed and fun. We didn't do much, we just sat there, reading, and then after that he told me he'd get us something to eat and came back with two hotdogs and it felt like we were two silly kids instead of two adults with serious mental issues.I didn't want to leave but at some point I was getting a headache from the reading and we went back to Leonardo's house. The second we walked through his bedroom doors, I don't know what happened or how or why, but it just did. Our hands were all over each other and my heart was banging against my chest in excitement as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist while he banged me against the wall. Just like earlier this morning in the kitchen, he had no mercy and he was as rough as could be.I moaned as he groped my ass and roughly slapped it, his hands colliding with my ass that wasn't eve