“But I am Boss now. All of them can suck my dick,Zio.” I stalked into my cabin, fire blazing in my veins.
She was standing behind Mario’s stroller, setting it in place. When she saw me, she donned the cover up.
“Oh now you hide your tits.” I strode to where she was and yanked it off her, the fleshy swells bouncing naked. Then I grabbed her hair, straining her neck. “What the fuck were you thinking? There are twenty fucking men on the yacht. You like it when they see your body?” I dipped my fingers between the strings of her bottom and stripped her bare. “Why didn’t you take it all off then? Give them the whole show like the little whore you are.”
“I was thinking I was on our boat. There’s only family andyourstaff in here. I didn’t think anyone would look.” Her throat bobbed with a swallow. “And I’m not a fucking whore.”
I gave her pussy a nice swat. Her stomach clenched with a moan. Then I slipped a finger inside her. Oh, fuck me. “Why are you so fucking wet, then, puttana?”
She hissed. “You know why.”
I let go of her hair and pinned her to the wall. Then I took her engorged nipple between my teeth and grazed. “Because I’m doing the things he used to do to make you wet.”
“Yes.” Her lips parted with a silent moan as I bit her, two of my fingers fucking her now. “Why areyouhard?”
Because I just took a guy’s eye out, and it felt so good. Because I hated what she was doing to me—what that defiant fiery look in her eyes was doing to me—and I needed to fuck her for it. Because my cock had become obsessed with the bitch and her tits and the face and sounds she made when she came, and she was naked and wet in my hands, primed for the taking…
But she didn’t need to know all that.
“You’re still talking back? Did Cosimo ever let you parade them out in the open like this?”
“No.” She trembled. “He’d have made sure no one was looking first or that we were all alone.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me first, puttana?” More wetness coated my fingers.
“Stop calling me a whore.”
“I think you like it when I call you puttana, puttana.” I slipped a third finger in easily. “Fuck you.” I pulled down my shorts.
“Enzio, no. Stop.”
I swirled her and pressed her front to the wall. Then I ushered my cock to her opening and caged her in with my arms. “You behave like a whore, you’ll be treated like a whore.” I pushed in. “La mia puttana.Mywhore.”
“Enzio, stop it. Please, stop. I don’t want to.” She sobbed in the end.
I banged the wall. “Why the fuck not?”
“Because…because you don’t smell like him, and he never called me puttana.”
My veins pulsed behind my eyes. “So you’ll only let me fuck you if I let you play your sick replacement game? If I pretend to be him, doing only the things he used to do, so you can pretend you’re fucking him? Not me?”
Her silence punched me in the gut.
I spun her to face me. “Why didn’t you fucking wait for me to make the deck clear?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“I know. Cosimo was a jealous possessive motherfucker. You wanted to see if I can getthatjealous and possessive, too.”
Her gaze fell to her feet. “Yes.”
“And you fucking liked that I am more of a jealous possessive motherfucker than he was. You liked that I gouged a man’s eye for you.”
Shame colored her cheeks as she nodded. “I’m more fucked up than you think I am, Enzio.”
I think you’re just the right amount.“Now that you know, do you think I can accept that my own wife is fucking another man in her head every time I touch her?”
“He’s not just another man,” she said under her breath.
