Episode 12

After spending some time in Bianca's room, Otavio retreated to his own quarters and eventually drifted into a slumber.

Waking hours later, he composed himself and ventured past Bianca's room, impulsively entering and making his way to the bathroom where she was.

Fresh from a shower, Bianca stood nude, beginning to slip into her underwear. Despite her blindness, she had always maintained her autonomy, striving to adapt to her new surroundings. Familiar with the feel of her clothing, she was also memorizing the layout of her room.

The sight of Bianca unclothed stirred an instinctive reaction in Otavio—his desire blazed for the young woman, only dampening once Bianca's voice, infused with outrage, demanded his departure while she shielded herself with a towel.

"OTAVIO, GET OUT NOW—I CAN FEEL YOU BY THE DOOR, YOU IDIOT!"

"Insolent girl, don't flatter yourself—I've seen nothing of particular interest, nothing to captivate my attention..."

With his arousal unabated, Otavio lingered by the doorway, a sardonic smirk painting his features, musing that Bianca's blindness was fortunate—the sight of his fervent yearning hidden.

Eventually, Bianca emerged in a short dress accentuating her figure but lacking vulgarity.

"Are you still here?!" she exclaimed, flushed with embarrassment and seething.

"Couldn't you knock, you slacker?!"

"How do you even know I'm still here... and where do you think you're going in that little number?"

"It matters not how I know, and what I choose to wear is none of your concern."

Otavio's irritation flared at Bianca's boldness; he approached, gripping her arm and inhaling deeply, the idea of other men witnessing her legs setting off his fury.

Otavio: "Do not test me, girl. I ought to discipline you for such audacity."

Bianca: "So now you're going to hit me?"

Otavio's smirk deepened as he drew close to Bianca, loosening his grip to caress her nape, his lips grazing her ear as he intoned seductively.

Otavio: "My punishment, dear Bianca, is meted out upon the bed—and is far from discomforting."

A vibrant blush and tremors took over Bianca, an unfamiliar warmth kindling between her thighs, all feelings new and confusing, never discussed with her sister, who never embraced her as a confidante for heart-to-heart talks about men or intimacy.

As Otavio laid her down, Bianca froze, overwhelmed by the novelty. Otavio captured her in a passionate kiss, his arousal evident against his trousers, prompting Bianca’s flesh to prickle and the heat between her legs to swell.

His hand traced a path along her legs while the other grasped a breast, eliciting from her a soft moan. Though bewildered by the sensations, Bianca's body reacted to each of Otavio's caresses.

Consumed with longing, Otavio's only desire was to possess Bianca utterly.

"Surrender to me, little one."

At this moment, Bianca, despite the blaze within, shoved Otavio away, rising as tears welled—the fear of abandonment loomed should her sister return, unwilling to be utterly abandoned after a brief connection.

"Otavio, stop! Leave me alone—do you not pity me? After everything that’s transpired, now you wish to use me. I refuse to be one more notch in your bedpost!"

Otavio rose, his emotions a tumult—his feelings for Bianca uncertain, save for his undeniable desire. He was adamant she would never leave his world.

"Bianca, I'm no saint; I am more devil’s kin. But toying with your emotions is not my way. It's peculiar how quickly I’ve desired you. Love isn't a word I can offer, but from the moment I saw you, something stirred within. Listen well—you belong to me, and not even your sister's return will sway me. Get used to the idea; as I've made it clear, you won't leave me."

A storm of anger carried him from Bianca's room, the door slamming in his wake. His fury fueled a decision—he returned.

"Another matter—you are my woman and shall comport yourself as such. From now on, you will sleep in my room, stay by my side. Adjust to the fact that someday, you'll be mine entirely."

Leaving once more, his fury unabated, Otavio reflected on his propensity to solve problems with violence, unversed in gentleness or sentiment. Yet Bianca was dismantling his defenses, a perplexing enigma in his turbulent existence—a sheer madness for him to comprehend.

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