“Because he loves you,” she said, and I couldn’t help the snort that burst out of my mouth. “I mean it. Despite what you think the reason is, it’s only part of it. Tino is pushing for this marriage because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone he loves.”
“You’re giving me mixed signals here, Sis.” I could swear she’d figured out what her husband said he’d do to me if I didn’t marry Dom, but now I was lost.
“Men like Tino and Dom are brutal, cruel and even merciless. But that’s not all there is to them. Dom, just like Tino, would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. If what he wanted was a woman, he’d do anything for her. He’d kill anybody to make her his.”
Even her own sister. I wiped my forehead, sweating in the end of December. “Then we’re on the same page?”
Her lips twitched as she nodded. “Just answer me this one thing.”
I let out a sigh of relief that she knew without having to tell her, that she truly understood what kind of husband she had. “Anything.”
Her shaking arms wrapped around me, and she whispered, “You really don’t want to be with Domenico?”
Even if I did for a split-second when I let my ovaries take control, after today, if he were the last person on earth, I’d rather stay single for the rest of my life. I cupped her cheeks and shook my head in response.
Tears sprang from her eyes. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes.” She rose, sniffling. “I’m so happy you decided not to fight your feelings for him anymore. Marrying Dom is the right decision. I can’t wait to give you my celebratory gift.”
My lashes fluttered. I understood she was just saying some safe bullshit because of Michele, but something about that last sentence didn’t add up. “What gift?”
“You’ll see. It’s in the nursery, and if you come with me now, I think you’ll love it so much.”
CHAPTER 19
Domenico
The steam filled the shower as I unbuttoned my shirt. The image of Nicky’s shaky fingers when she was the one undoing it last night revisited me. Her smell lingered on my shirt as I shrugged out of it. I took a deep sniff, and the delicious scent sprang my cock to life.
I kept inhaling, addicted, knowing that I’d miss that smell for a while now. After what I’d done, Tino wouldn’t let me near her until the wedding.
Fuck. I hated that I couldn’t have her right away. She was worth the wait, though. Owning Nicky Baldi would be the greatest battle I’d ever win. My most glorious victory.
The things I’d do to you, little kitten…
As I stepped into the scalding water, I licked my lips, remembering her taste. Last night when she kissed me, she was playing me. Even though I’d never been played by a girl before—or a man that lived to tell the story—I still wanted to kiss her again, take her breath away over and over down to the very last one. To claim every piece of her, body, mind and soul, fuck even heart. To mark every part of her mine.
I stroked my hard cock, imagining that long blond hair in my fist, and those pebbling nipples that haunted me all night between my teeth. My breath turned as heavy as my balls as I remembered the curves of her ass and the feeling of it in my hand. And that wet smear between her legs…
In my head, I ripped off her pants and licked her pussy clean, filling my mouth with her taste, watching her squirm. Then I shoved inside her with one full thrust, stretching her, making her scream. “You think you can fuck Il Coyote over and walk away with no punishment? You think you’re wild enough for this game, little kitten?”
She wouldn’t answer me because we both already knew the truth. It was all an act. Underneath, there was a little girl ripped out of her innocence too soon, but in our brief moment of intimacy and deception I saw it. The struggle between the shreds of innocence she held on to and the bad girl she thought she could be.
I wanted to take it all. The last of her innocence had to be mine to unravel, steal and devour. I wanted to ruin her forever, and then show her what it meant to be bad for real.
My strokes became faster, harder, my cock buried deep into her wetness. Her begging screams asking for mercy mingled with my groans, but I didn’t stop. If she had been some bitch, I’d have fucked her bloody for days and then given her to my crew to use until nothing was left of her to use. And then, I’d have flayed her skin and fed her to the coyotes just like I did with the first motherfucking prick who thought I was an easy game to play.
I wiped my fingers across my lips, as if tasting the blood that had splattered over my face that day. The memory and the imaginary feeling of Nick’s pussy tightening around my cock sent my cum spurting hard and thick and fast.
“Santo cielo, that was so fucking good,” I groaned. “You’re so lucky you’ve managed to enchant me, little kitten. It’s the only reason I’m keeping you for myself.”
I cleaned myself up and let the steam soothe my battered face. Then I wrapped a towel around my waist and got out of the bathroom, only to find Il Lupo, waiting for me in the guestroom.
“Tino.” I smoothed my wet hair back. “Came to finish rearranging my face?”
His eyes pierced me like steel blades on fire. “You deserve it…Berry.”
