“Yes,” I say, my voice slightly trembling but fierce.
“Kill him, NOW,” he orders. He stands behind me, a reminder that I am not alone in this—once again, Luciano is beside me throughmy darkest moments.
I take a deep breath in as Luciano’s hands trail down my arm, helping me raise the gun and aim for my target like Mattia has taught me. But this isn’t like the normal paper targets. Now my target is a living, breathing person. My finger tightens on the trigger. I try to control my breathing.Inhale, exhale, I remind myself. I feel like I’ve been staring at Nico for ages, even though it’s only been a couple of minutes. I readjust my finger on the trigger and finally take the courage to pull.
Bang!
The shot cracks through the room. I watch as Nico crumples lifelessly forward, blood dripping from the hole between his eyes.
“Good shot, Charlie!” Carlo grins, pulling Nico’s lifeless head back to examine the bullet hole, loving the fact he has someone else’s blood on him.
Adrenaline surges through my body. Holy fuck, I killed someone. I just killed Nico. Luciano helped me kill someone.
“Principessa.” Luciano’s voice is softer now as his hands grip my waist harder. Spinning around, I leap into his arms, wrapping my legs tight around him, my hands tangling in his dark hair. Our lips collide and I’m desperately craving his touch. I feel like I’m on autopilot and I start rubbing against him. We’re fully clothed, but I can feel him hardening against my movements.
“Charlie, the gun,” he chuckles, pulling back from my kiss.
“Oh, shit.” I climb off Luciano and hand it back to him. For a minute, I’d forgotten where I was and what I was holding.
Carlo clears his throat, reminding me that we aren’t alone in the room. I was just dry humping his brother in front of him. “First of many kills, Charlie.” He grins sadistically as he starts to unchain Nico’s lifeless body from the chair.
“Fuck you, Carlo! I know you were taunting me just before,” I hiss. “I expect those games from Luciano or Stefano, not you!” I storm out of the bunker, adrenaline thrumming through every vein in my body.
I reach the passenger side of the car with Luciano hot on my heels. My mind and body are in overdrive, the feeling of need, fear, relief all tangled in a brutal mess.That wasn’t so bad,I think to myself. Could I do it again? Am I expected to do it again so soon? What will they do with his body now? Will my nightmares stop now that I’ve killed him?
Sliding into the seat, Luciano fires up the engine. The silence and sexual tension thickens between us, the air almost electric.
“Stop the car,” I snap. He pulls over instantly on the side of the dirt road.
“How long until the soldiers check the road?” I ask him.
He pulls out his phone and sends off a text message. “We have five minutes.” His eyes tell me he needs this as much as I do.
“Plenty of time,” I whisper, my pulse pounding wildly. I crawl over the console, straddling his lap with desperate urgency. My hands fumble at his belt where I can feel his hard cock pressing beneath me.
Luciano’s fingers slide beneath my panties. “You’re dripping, Principessa,” he murmurs. “Did you enjoy killing Nico?”
“Just fuck me already,” I snap. I’m scared to admit how I’m feeling; I only want to feel the raw hunger burning within me, desperately urging for a release.
He grabs the back of my neck as he pulls my panties to the side and pushes me down, impaling me with his dick. A moan escapes my lips, and I curl into his touch. There’s no time to adjust to his oversized cock, as he starts thrusting deep into me, hitting my G spot. His movements come fast and possessively, like he’s trying to mark me as his.
I pull the top of my dress down, exposing my tits for him. “Please, Luciano,” I beg. His hands stay on my waist, holding me tight in place as he begins to mouth my nipples, sucking and biting them, pushing me closer to the edge.
When the feeling becomes too overwhelming, I rest one hand on his shoulder, the other on the car window for support. I let him control the pace for us. With every thrust of his, my walls shatter around me, but there’s something missing. I can feel him holding back from me slightly.
Luciano bites hard on my tit, releasing it with apopas his chest vibrates with need. “Mine,” he growls, his possessiveness on full display. I lean in and his tongue enters my mouth as I ride him into pure ecstasy. My orgasm crashes over me at the same time I feel him unleash his little demons within me. It takes us a couple minutes to get our breath back. Sliding off, I fix my dress and panties, our mess still between my legs. Luciano zips himself back up and starts the car again, driving us back to the house.
The buzz of my release crackles through me. I finally fucked Luciano. There was nothing gentle about it, just raw and pure. I steal a glance over at him and I can’t help but smirk. His face is unreadable, putting his walls back up again.
I almost collide with a pacing Mattia as we enter the foyer of the main house, his face paler than usual.
“Whoa, slow down, cowboy,” I say, throwing up my hands, but he ignores me.
He turns to Luciano. “Did she do it? Did she kill Nico?”
Luciano shoves his hands in his pockets. “She nailed it. One shot, middle of the eyes.” A grin forms across his mouth; he’s proud of me.
“Hello! I’m right here,” I say, waving my hands around.
