I leaned against it, breathing hard. Then every restraint I’d held onto crumbled and, slowly I slid down the door, crying so hard my throat burned, my jaw ached, and my chest caved in on itself, tightening until I was gasping for air. With each extended sob, bits and pieces of my memories slipped through—memories of my mother, Harsh, and Bhavna. Ishara and finally Zayne. All the people who’d played a hand in giving me some happiness in different parts of my life. Every sob made the pain more excruciating. I wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole.
“Zayne,” I wailed, banging the back of my head against the door repeatedly, not caring that it would result in a headache later. He might be a killer, at least he hadn’t humiliated me, he’d been kind and gentle and caring.
Unsure how long I’d sat there, the sudden chill seeping into my naked body, forced me to move. Dragging myself to the bed, I dropped to the mattress with a resigned sigh and closed my eyes. I was too exhausted to think of anything other than sleep.
25
Vincenzo (35 years)
I swallowed a mouthful of brandy and felt far from satiated. The usually sinful taste of the Vecchia Romagna no longer fed my craving. Something else had taken a hold of my tastebuds—something far less sinful but with a distinct potency to destroy everything I stood for.
“Do you really plan on marrying her?”
“What the fuck are you doing here, Lucia?” I turned away from my office window and glared at Leo’s niece on his wife’s side, Lucia Bianchi. God alone knew why I chose to fuck the woman but sometimes a man just needs an easy lay to fulfill certain lust-filled urges. Turning my back on her, I poured myself another brandy.
“Less than twenty-four hours ago you didn’t mind fucking me over this table and now you’re treating me like I don’t matter. All because of some little whore—”
I swung around sharply, my hand clamping around her neck so swiftly, she had no chance to breathe and clawed at my fingers. “Say one more fucking word and I’ll personally see to it that every fucking cock in this town fills every fucking hole in your body,” I sneered. Tears sprang to her eyes and I jerked her away from me. Reaching for the glass of brandy, I downed it with one quick gulp.
“Where do you want me?” Lucia whispered her brash from a moment ago having fled the scene.
“On my fucking cock. It’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?” I snarled, not recognizing the anger suturing my need to fuck. She moved to lean over my desk. I stopped her. “On your fucking knees.” Wordlessly, she obeyed. I didn’t have to ask before she reached for my zipper. Her fingers shaking with the effort to slide it open.
And even as she pulled out my cock, I couldn’t help thinking about Gianna. Bent over the dining table, the red lashes on her skin raised and flushed. A stark contrast against her ivory complexion and so fucking beautiful. My cock jerked at the thought and fisting Lucia’s hair in both hands, I didn’t bother to check if she was ready or not. Shoving my cock down her throat, I pulled out then fucked her mouth hard and fast.
Yet with each thrust, visions of Gianna’s ass, fucked with my head. That look of utter shock and fear before she leaned over the table. Those soft sobs echoing against the hardwood. The plea in her eyes for me to stop. While I had no idea why I cared if she were in pain or not, I loved the fucking idea of her being innocent, sweetly submissive and mine to taint.
But her last words.“You’re sick.”Although they told me she’d be anything but sweetly submissive, it fucking stung hearing her say them and left me with a twinge in my chest, an undesirable feeling I couldn’t understand. It felt familiar at the same time unsettling because I couldn’t understand why it struck a chord and that pissed me the fuck off.
Lucia’s moans grew louder, her hands flat on my stomach as I pounded home. Fuck, I needed to let go, to find that release I craved. My grip tightening, I breathed in before I pulled out for just a second.
“Please, Vincenzo,” Lucia cried out, her fingers digging into my abs trying to stop me.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled, my thrusts turning savage, forcing her to clamp down, her suction harder. An orgasm rolled down my spine, tightening my balls in one swift lunge. My release was quick, my pleasure even shorter. This time, Lucia wasn’t quick enough to swallow and spurts of cum dribbled out the sides of her mouth, making her less appealing and leaving me questioning why I’d fucked her in the first place. Empty, I withdrew and stuffed my cock back inside my pants. “Get out,” I ordered, turning my back on her.
Her quiet exit telling me she’d learned her place in my hellhole. I poured another glass of brandy took a sip then stared at the brown liquid as if it held the answers I needed. I just came down Lucia’s throat yet my cock still throbbed, the dissatisfaction gnawing a hole in my chest. I knew what I needed, what I craved was within arm’s length, but she wasn’t mine for the taking. Yet. With her, I’d bide my time, savor the moment, relish the thrill when it happened. I took another drink and groaned. Not even the sting of alcohol could quiet the simmer in my veins.
