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No, I settled.
He was probably halfway through banging some stupid whore’s brains out right now, and I couldn’t stand to be his sloppy seconds. I shivered at that thought, my stomach churning again at the realization that someone else was enjoying what I could be having right now.
My husband!
Before dawn came to shine its clarity, I had decided maybe I could allow myself to enjoy the honeymoon and the perks of having a thick, hot man who was clear in his craving for me. But like I said, morning came and shone its light on my doom, revealing a king-sized bed, only half slept in.
Despite the tangled sheets that would have anyone thinking a war of hot bodies had been waged here, I was still alone, my mind switching the vulnerability of the night's thoughts completely off.
I had fallen back into my senses, the same ones Matt had miraculously put into perspective in under five minutes, two fingers, and a couple of stinging kisses. He still hasn't returned, and the slack I intended to cut him in a moment of weakness wasn't an option anymore.
He fingerfucked me and left to fuck someone else on our wedding night!
Fuck him, and fuck her! And fuck this honeymoon, too!
How could he stand there licking my cum off his fingers, saying that he wants me when it's clear it was just a conniving lie.
He doesn’t want me. Not even the slightest. I’m just a ladder to reach his cherished goal like Gio said,
I was still panting from my orgasm when he left, and he walked out that damn door anyway. This was plain business, and I wouldn’t be letting him get anywhere near my heart. I despised this feeling. Hurt and worthless didn’t suit my most recent resolution and damn me if I would let Matt make me feel that way again.
He doesn’t like you. He doesn’t want you. You’re a means to an end.
I let that truth sink deep into my bones, corroding every doubt I could have like acid.
I’d make the best of that damn honeymoon, show my dearest husband what he couldn’t have. Let’s see how much the almighty, self-centered Lord and fucking Commander Matteo Battaglia likes that!
Chapter 5
Matt
Control was everything in this life. Losing it had dire consequences, and I took that lesson to heart.
It was my obsession, and I’d do close to anything to keep a tight grip on it.
But hearing Francesca's moans and feeling her pussy convulse around my fingers had me dangerously close to snapping.
Jesus, my name on her lips as she came was the best fucking thing I’d ever heard.
I was so riled up that if I stayed, I’d fuck her so hard she’d have trouble walking. I would have consumed every piece of her. Every breath. Every moan. Every damn orgasm until she had nothing more to give.
I couldn’t understand what it was about this woman. She had this strange power where she could wind me up so tight that I was afraid I’d lose control for the first time in my life. The dirty things I craved to do to her would seal my place in Hell quicker than the pile of bodies that littered my resumé.
For the first time in my life, there was more than just a physical pull, and I couldn’t afford to lose my grip on it and jeopardize everything I’d worked for.
Mafiosi men don’t feel. Caring is too much of a leverage in this life, and even though I saw how much the sentiment changed Liam and made him happy, I could never allow myself that luxury. So control was all I had left, and fuck me was it hard to keep around Francesca.
Heaven was a forbidden place for men like me, but I couldn’t imagine it to be better than those few minutes of being inside her, her moans the sound of angels coaching me through the gates of a place I never wanted to leave.
Francesca was too wild and full of fire to be a virgin, and right now, I couldn’t give a fuck about firsts, but I was adamant about burning the line that could dare to come after me.
NO.
I slammed the glass I held in my hand onto the counter, whiskey sloshing over the rim. That image drilled a hole right in the middle of my chest, each breath I drew burning like inhaled fire. Fuck the others. There would be absolutely no one else.
My heart raced at that thought as the enraged need to hurt every last one of those imaginary fuckers whirled inside me like a damn tornado, destroying everything in its path. This was what that woman did to me. She shredded every ounce of rationality left in my brain and set the pile on fire.
I’d have her so thoroughly fucked that her brain would erase every motherfucker that had dared to touch her. From this day on, her body was mine to corrupt, mine to destroy, mine to please to the brink of pain.
