He clicked his tongue and exhaled. “D'Ardenzi. I don’t trust him. Especially with you.”
“Callum?” I scoffed. “I don’t need protection from Callum. Wait. Is that why you want your men to follow me everywhere? Because you’re jealous and you want to make sure I don’t see him?”
He leaned forward, his expression turning lethal, the mask of a ruthless tyrant firmly in place, and I gulped. “Is there any reason I should be jealous of Callum,Ribelle?”
Oh shit, I'd walked straight into that one.He looked murderous.
“Is there something you’re not telling me? Did something happen between the two of you? Do you have feelings for him?”
My heart was racing. My hands shook under the table. I opened my mouth to say something so the situation wouldn’t escalate.
“Don’t you dare lie to me. Did he touch you? Did you let him?”
I closed my mouth and swallowed. Santino shot to his feet, knocking his chair backward. I jolted, eyes wide. Fuck, this was the side of him I hadn’t seen before but knew was there lurking beneath the surface. His darkness.
“It was just a kiss,” I blurted, hoping it would calm him down from thinking the worst. He froze. Then slowly turned to look at me over his shoulder, and I knew from the burning black pits of his eyes that it was the worst thing I could have said.
“It didn’t mean anything. I don’t have feelings for him. In fact, the kiss confirmed that.” Why was I panicking? Why did the hurt and anger in his eyes feel like a dagger twisting in my chest? Why did I feel guilty? I didn’t do anything wrong.I was single. I could kiss whoever I liked.
“When? Before the wedding?”
“Yes.”
“Before the gala?”
“N-no.”
“When, Aria?”
“Does it matter?”
His nostrils flared, and he looked away, staring out across the city with his fists clenched. His voice was low, cold, and ruthless as he growled, “I’ll kill him.”
I jumped out of my chair and reached for his arm, digging my nails into his bicep. “That’s insane! You can’t kill a man for kissing me before we were married! We weren’t together, Santino! And you promised you wouldn’t hurt him!”
His hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, and he hauled me in front of him, pressing my lower back into the railing as his face loomed over mine. The hellfire in his eyes was terrifying, and with his hand so easily positioned to squeeze the life out of me, I knew I should have been scared. But I wasn’t. Scared for Callum, yes. But desire for this ruthless man was overriding any true fear I should have felt. Was I seriously so messed up that knowing he wanted to kill a man for kissing me actually turned me on?
“Act as if you care about him one more time,Ribelle, and I will make sure he suffers the most agonising and brutal death. Understand? His days are numbered.” He pressed himself into me, forcing my back to arch over the railing unnaturally, and my breathing sped up. The ache between my legs throbbed as he pushed his thigh between them, keeping me captive.
“But—”
“I promised you I wouldn’t hurt him as long as he stayed away from you. But if I’m right, he won’t. His interest in you and your father isn’t because he’s a good fucking guy. I will find out what he’s up to. That’s the only reason I’m keeping him alive right now.” His head dipped lower, his nose brushing against mine as his hot breath seeped into my mouth with each shallow pant. “You can keep up your crazy act, push me and test me on anything else, but never this. If another man touches you, whether it’s consensual or otherwise, I will kill him, regardless of who he is. Remember that,mywife.”
He let go of me and took a step back, a muscle in his jaw ticking repeatedly as his chest rose and fell. I stared at him, unable to understand why I was so aroused by his over-the-top possessiveness. The fury in his eyes burned against the desire we shared as he licked his lips, his gaze dropping to mine.
“On your knees,Bella Ribelle,” he commanded, his tone calmer than before but still with an edge that made me think twice about questioning him. I slowly sank to my knees on the terrace, because when he used that voice on me, I didn'thave to think anymore. Just submit. I stared up at him, my heart thundering because I knew what was coming. A punishment. One that I would no doubt enjoy. I was burning alive with the thought.
He stepped back into me, grabbed my jaw, and tilted my head upwards to hold my gaze. He slowly unbuckled his belt as he roughly brushed his thumb across my lips and pulled down his zipper, giving me every chance to protest. Instead, I wet my lips, showing him I was ready.
I broke his gaze when he took out his dick, which looked just as angry as him, fisting it in his hand. The metal piercing caught the sunlight as he positioned it against my lips.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and my gaze snapped up. I was breathing rapidly, so turned on. He brushed the head of his cock against my lips, and I waited, knowing it was my submission he craved. “Lick.”
I stuck out my tongue and licked around his crown, flicking over the piercing and then every inch of his length. He stood like a powerful king above me, devouring me with his dark gaze as I devoured him.
“Suck,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
The moment I parted my lips wide enough, he pushed inside slowly. The taste and feel of him, so big and heavy on my tongue, made my pussy clench and a soft moan escape. He didn’t make a sound, just watched with intensity and a pulsing jaw muscle as I hollowed out my cheeks, sucked him, and took him to the back of my throat again and again until I hit my gag reflex and forced my way past it. He grabbed my head, holding me there with my nose pressed up against his stomach, and tears started leaking down my face. The longer he held me there, his cock pulsing down my throat as I fought against the pressure, the more soaked my underwear became. When my lungs burned and I thought I was about to pass out, he suddenly removed his dick, leaving me gasping as I stared up at him.
