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Soon, Nevio’s fingers dug harder into my flesh, and his hips jerked upward, driving his cock deeper into me. My core tightened as the first sparks of my orgasm lit up my body until a firework of pleasure took hold of me. I sank my teeth into Nevio’s shoulder to keep my scream in, and he let out a harsh groan. His own release was close.
Even as waves of pleasure still flooded me, my body still high on dopamine, the first dark clouds of regret and even shame overcame me. I had sworn to myself not to become Nevio’s babysitter with benefits, friend with benefits, whatever you wanted to call it, but I had allowed myself to be shoved into that mold, and I had no way of escaping it.
I needed to put a stop to this, needed to set firm boundaries. I didn’t want to lose sight of my own happiness and eventually of myself, but the path Nevio and I were on right now would ultimately lead to that result. It had to stop now.
Some crazy primal part considered spilling my come inside Aurora’s pussy, and impregnating her. Having Rory carry my child made my cock harden even more and my chest swell. Fuck it. I already had Battista and hardly knew what to do with him. I couldn’t do this to Rory, even if I wanted to lay claim to her in every way possible before I had to make a hard decision. I barreled into her even harder, desperately. Aurora’s hot breath hit my shoulder before her teeth sank into my flesh again, upping my pleasure.
She came around me with a harsh cry, her pussy squeezing my cock so tightly I saw stars and needed every ounce of my self-control not to shoot my load into her. I lifted her up, my cock sliding out and set her back down on the ground. Rory had lost every sense of our surroundings. She was lost in pleasure, like I was lost in her. I slammed my lips against hers, kissing her full of need. “Rory,” I groaned. I needed to come. Fuck, I was burning up with need ever since I’d fucked her with my knife. I couldn’t take much more. She curled her fingers around my cock and began rubbing me. I wrapped my hand around hers to increase the pressure. I pressed my lips to her ear. “I want to come inside you.”
Her lips pressed against my chest, then down my pecs. Fuck. I couldn’t take it. I needed even more. She finally dropped to her knees. I grabbed her neck and pushed her closer to my cock. Maybe a good guy would have given her time to explore, but I needed to fuck her mouth now or lose my last shred of sanity. Her lips parted around my cock, and I threw my head back with a groan as her hot mouth and tongue engulfed me. I came hard.
My chest was heaving, my cock still pulsing inside of Aurora. Then she looked up at me.
Fuck. Something was up, and it wasn’t good.
Aurora wanted to talk emotions—her expression left no doubt about it—but after last night’s nightmare and tonight’s frenzy, I couldn’t be what she needed. I pulled her up to her feet, gripped her neck, and kissed her hard. “Don’t.”
I wasn’t sure if she knew what I meant, but stubbornness tightened her face, mixing with the first traces of regret.
People often regretted having met me. Naturally, Aurora would be no different.
“I’m a detonation about to happen, Aurora,” I snarled. My grip on her neck tightened even more and she winced, but the stubbornness remained in her eyes. Fuck, she needed to stop hoping. I wished she could see into my brain just for one day to realize I wasn’t kidding.
“Fight it, fight it whatever it is. Fight it for me, for your family, for Greta, for your son,” she whispered. I wished she hadn’t uttered those words because they made me want to try, but trying would hurt people I cared about. I could sense it deep in my bones.
I kissed her, smiling bitterly against her lips. “If you knew the chaos in my head, you’d give me up.”
“Like you so easily do with me because I’m inconsequential to you.” Her voice was harsh, and she was trying to make her face seem that way too. Rory was many things, but harsh wasn’t one of them. She wasn’t a good liar either, which made it even worse that I forced her to lie constantly.
“You aren’t inconsequential to me, Rory,” I said harshly. If she were, I wouldn’t be scared shitless of what I might do.
“Your actions speak louder than your words.”
She pulled away, but I wouldn’t let her. I tightened my hold on her. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to try. You’re not even trying. You just follow your impulses. You don’t try to be a father to Battista, and you’re not trying to give us a chance.” Aurora’s lips thinned as if she regretted her own words.
I leaned my forehead against hers. “You shouldn’t ask that of me.”
“Why not?” she asked angrily.
“Because for you, I might actually do it. For you, I’ll try.”
Not even twenty-four hours after I’d given Aurora my promise to try for her, to allow something between us to bloom, to take responsibility not just for Battista but also for my emotions and for her, I’d gone on one of the biggest killing sprees of my life. Maybe it had been inevitable.
It was as if my monstrous side had feared being caged in and gone rampant to prove who was still running the show, and it was definitely a side of me that wasn’t fit for a relationship of any form.
Battista and Aurora deserved better. My family deserved better. Hell, even the Camorra deserved better.
I was covered in blood from head to toe, could feel it stick to my face, my eyelids, my lashes. The world around me was cloaked in a pink mist because blood even covered my goddamn eyeballs.
I watched the droplets of blood dripping from my soaked pants and dropping to the floor.
A police officer stepped up to the cell. Young. Overmotivated. Arrogant. Maybe a bit sadistic. I watched him from the corner of my eye. Police had picked me up at the scene of the carnage. I’d sat among the dead bodies and allowed the police to take me with them. I’d been high on adrenaline. If you could overdose on bloodlust, then that had definitely been the moment, but other than with drugs, I hadn’t died. At least not my body. Maybe a part of me had, though. Who could really say? My brain was still too much of a mess to analyze anything.
“We should hose him off,” the young officer said. “Get him out of those clothes and give him a long cold shower.” The excitement in his voice was unmistakable.
“I won’t go in there,” the older officer said. He’d avoided me as if I were the devil. They probably thought I was possessed. “And you better not either.”
