“Show him, show him what he missed, beautiful,” Vittorio whispers into my ear, and my eyes open, locking with Matteo’s as I scream out my orgasm; it rips through me. I buck and grind. The look on his face makes me smile. I pant as I come down, my breathing ragged and my heart pumping out of my chest. I turn in Vittorio’s arms. His grip tightens on me, but his gaze stays trained on Matteo, and I wrap my arms around him, my fingers wrap into his hair. I tug hard against the strands at the back of his head. His gaze turns to me, and it softens.
He smiles at me, blood smeared around his lips, his grip tightens, and I lean up and kiss him. The metallic kick slides between us, and I grind against him. His arms reach around me, and his hands slide to my ass, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around him. He slowly carries me over to the chair, spinning it around and placing the back of it in front of Matteo. He sits down and pulls me onto him, straddling his lap. I rub against him, and he smiles at me. I reach between us, his dick thick and solid, hot, and throbbing. I want this. I need this so fucking badly. I tug my pants to the side and press his dick to my pussy. Sliding his solid shaft between my lips, I flinch as I stroke him across my clit and back again.
I groan as the heat jolts through me, and I drop down onto him. He grunts. I shudder as I accustom myself to the feel of him again. I want to erase every trace of Matteo. I glance at him once, his eyes wide. His breathing ragged, blood covering his chin and his chest, his dick semi-hard. I start to move on Vittorio, rotating my hips. I reach over and pick up the knife and press it to the middle of his balls. He screams out, and I smile as I rock, my clit catching. Vittorio’s fingers grip my hips. He rubs me against him. The tip of the knife digging in and backing off as I’m groundinto Vittorio, his smile infectious. He bites his lip as I slide over him.
My gaze flicks to Matteo. Tears roll down his cheeks, mixing at his chin with the blood and snot that runs and drips onto his chest. I gasp. I lift up and slam down, and I cry out, I start to bounce up and down, crashing onto Vittorio’s lap.
“Oh, fuck, Ari, yes,” Vittorio growls out. I dig the knife into Matteo, and he screams. Blood runs down the blade. I bounce harder. Lifting up and dropping back onto him, grunting and gasping as Vittorio pants. I flip my hips and catch my clit again, stuttering out a ragged breath. I keep rubbing the same spot, riding him as his fingers dig in harder. I gasp, I buck, and I scream out as I come. I cum hard, gushing between us.
I dig in the blade harder. More blood spills, and I lose myself screaming out Vittorio’s name as I grind straight through one orgasm and into the other. I can’t catch my breath, my legs shake, and black dots dance in front of my eyes as I choke out. I collapse against Vittorio, my arms resting across his shoulders as I fight for breath. He stares up at me. His gaze is warm, loving, and only for me. I stand up on shaky legs. Vittorio’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady.
I glare straight at Matteo. “You never deserved me.” I straighten and hold his gaze. I lift the knife and press it to his throat. “You took what you wanted from me. Now it’s time to pay the price. I hope it was worth it.”
I draw the knife across his throat. The blood sprays out, and I throw my head back. The heat cascades out across us. I close my eyes, and Vittorio moves. He kicks the chair out from under him. The knife clatters to the floor. Matteo grunts and gasps, choking. And Vittorio throws me on my back on the floor. He crashes his lips against mine. His body slams against me. He desperately pushes his dick back inside me, and we both shiver, and then his eyes glaze over, exhaling, letting the feeling washover us. His eyes darken, and he pounds into me, slamming me into the floor. I scream out. I writhe, sliding around on the ground.
The blood rains down on us while Matteo gasps for his last breath as he bleeds out. I crash my hips up into Vittorio. His thick, hot dick slamming so deep inside me. I gasp out, buck up, and grind against him. I let the blood wash every touch of his off of me. I relish the feel of it all being over, and I am reborn in the bloody haze as I scream out and come harder than ever before. Vittorio roars his release. His hips crash against me as we both stare into each other’s eyes. There’s a moment of serenity. A moment where all the hurt, the confusion, and the pain seeps away with the blood of my enemy, and I gaze upon my husband. The man who is turning into my rock. And his lips pull at the side forming a filthy smirk.
Blood runs down his cheek, his back is splattered, and I glance at myself and then the floor. There’s blood pooling around us, and I can’t hold it in anymore. I burst out laughing. The sound echoes around the room as Vittorio starts to laugh, too. He rolls off me and onto the floor beside me. He wraps his fingers through mine, bringing them to his mouth. He kisses the back of my hand before dropping it back to the floor. I stare up at a bloody Matteo, limp and hanging above me, and I lose it even more. The laugh rips through the room. Tears start to stream down my cheeks as I uncontrollably let it all out.
I grin over at Vittorio, the laughing still bubbling out of me as I start to move my legs and my arms. He’s still holding my hand and matches my movements, both taking back our power, cementing our relationship as we make blood angels on the floor.
I try to breathe. I try to calm myself, and when the hysteria subsides, I sit up. I punch Matteo in the dick, and I roll and slidemy leg over Vittorio. I rest my hands on his shoulders, smiling down at him.
“You’ve never looked more fucking beautiful.” He slides his hand up and tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. He grins at me. I’m covered in blood, sweat, and tears. “You have a little something right there.” He wipes his thumb across my cheek. “Perfect.”
He grins, and I start to laugh again. He grabs me, tosses me on my back, his body climbs over mine, and he settles between my legs. He watches me intently for a second, and all I can do is smile at him. He nods and leans in. He kisses me; it’s different from every other time, though. It’s slower. It feels more intimate, more meaningful. There’s so much emotion in it. I feel it all, and I kiss him back with everything I have. When he pulls back, he stares at me. On a whisper, he murmurs, “I love you.”
I give him a soft smile. “I love you too.”
His lips crash back onto mine with all the passion and promise we share. We will be okay. We are stronger than ever before. Watch out, world—we’re coming for you. You will feel our wrath, and we will take no fucking prisoners.
Bellino
Chapter Twelve
I watch him closely as he leaves his dorm. He almost stumbles to the coffee shop; clumsy and unaware, his movements are clunky and unnatural. As he pushes inside, his demeanour changes when he sees her, the barista, his non-girlfriend. His posture straightens, his smile widens, his cheeks flush, and I snarl at the interaction. He leans closer, whispers something to her, and she gives him a tight smile, rolls her eyes, and turns away. He hovers a little, waiting for more of her attention, but when he doesn’t get it, he takes his drink and heads to uni.
I follow every step he takes until he’s inside his class. I get my guy to meet me there and keep an eye on him while I head back to his dorm.
Walking in through his door, the room is dark. The curtains are still closed, and both beds are in disarray. You canclearly smell the alcohol. I’m not happy about that. The disgust washes over me that he lives like this. That’s something we will address at a later date. I can’t bear to see the bed like that. I like order.
I straighten the covers and place a gift on the pillow as I smooth out the fabric. I check through his drawers. I go through the cupboards in the tiny kitchenette, and I go through the bathroom cabinets. I sniff all the products, taking note of which belong to Leonardo. It’s my routine every time I come here. I check everything. I want to know all there is to know about him. I step back into the main room. I look around and want to take him away from here. I want to give him more. I want to give him everything.
I hear a rustle from the corridor, and I turn and pull my gun from under my trench coat. A corner of a page pokes under the door before being followed by the rest of the note. I step towards the door, staring through the peephole to see the girl from the coffee shop, the so-called girlfriend, frantically looking around before stepping away and scurrying down the hallway. I lean over and pick the paper up from the floor.
Leo
This isn’t going to work.
Lexi
I’m livid. I should wring her scrawny neck, but then she did what I told her, so I shouldn’t be as mad as I am right now. I fold the page and lay it on the bed as I smooth the now imaginary creases from the duvet. I look over the bookshelf. Pullingrandom books down and flicking through the pages, getting to know him as much as I can. I already have his schedule. I’ve researched his friends, and I don’t care for most of them. The roommate has to go; the drinking alone will not fly with me.
I root through the remaining drawers and cupboards until the alarm on my phone goes off, alerting me that he’ll be home soon. I’ve followed him since the wedding, and the one thing I’m sure about is that for him, I will eradicate my father. To have him be mine, I will burn it all down.
Leonardo
Chapter Thirteen
