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“It’s said that the devil himself was a self-entitled, greedy god, due to a void within his heart. The one who was once the epitome of perfection, full of wisdom and grace, love, and beauty; a wickedness grew within him that began his fall from grace. He fell victim to his addiction of having all matter of creatures lavish their attention on him. He was desperate for the love he himself could never offer.
“But one day, his eyes fell upon a woman who put all other beings to shame and he knew she would be the one to fill the void within him. He hoped she could reignite his old desire to be good. He stalked her for years and protected her from all the hatred of her mortal world. Seeing her so happy and full of light gave him hope that the dark void within him might not last for all time. He sent her black roses from his personal garden to gain her attention, and eventually it became a symbol of their unyielding love for one another.
“For the first time, he hadn’t felt like the god of all evil. He felt like a man in love. More than that he felt as though she showed him how tobelove itself—something he didn’t know he was capable of since his fall from the heavens. The stories say that the god of hell laid the world at her feet. He gave her anything she desired and then built her a home surrounded by the mark of their devotion and they’ve lived out their happily ever after all these millennia in their home in the depths of hell, surrounded by thousands of miles of black rose gardens.
“I sent you black roses, because to me, they are a symbol that even those of us so vile and full of darkness are capable of loving someone beyond ourselves, even if we aren’t worthy of having that love reciprocated. Sometimes that love is so powerful, it washes out the void in our hearts that made us so evil in the first place. I may beIl Diavoloto the world, but you are my love—mi amore—and one day I’ll give you everything because you’ve never seen me as the monster I am, but the man I can be.”
By the time Ren has finished telling me his short story, his voice is thick and raspy with emotion. Tears rim both of our eyes as we get lost to the moment he’s created with his beautiful words.
“I will always see you, Ren. There’s nothing you could ever do that could keep me from loving you. If anything, I can only hope to show you how much I adore you. No one else would sit here night after night and day after day sewing together the shreds to the fabric of my soul that others tore apart. I don’t deserve you. There’s not a doubt in my mind about that. I know I had some catching up to do to get to where you are, but you have my heart and however it had to happen, I’m glad that I have yours.”
His breathing is becoming more and more labored because I’ve gotten his pants undone while I was speaking and my lips descend around the head of his dick, playing with the Prince Albert piercing he had done while I was in recovery. We’d made it a point to do a few extra fun things before we left New York City.
My tongue swirls along his most sensitive spots before I swallow as much of him as I can. My desire for him has grown like an inferno as he professed his undying love for me. I need him, but I need to please him more than anything else. I’ll get mine later.
He’s the one who’s stayed by my side. He prayed to many gods that I made it despite the life defying odds stacked against me, and by some miracle, I have. He made sure I had top of the line doctors and physical therapists. He’s waited on me hand and foot and taken me out for adventures in New York so I didn’t lose myself to the overwhelming sadness as I made my peace with the state of my life after waking up in that hospital bed. He did it all despite running an entire mafia empire at the same time and cleaning up the messes Raffaele left behind. He deserves to finally be taken care of and I’m going to do everything I can to show how much he deserves my love.
From the looks of him, you’d see a gangster through and through. You’d see a sexy sinner and feel his malevolent power washing over you within a mile's distance to him. What you wouldn’t see is the depth of his heart and how much love and devotion he carries for those in his circle. He’s so thoughtful and generous and no one ever gets to see that side of him. He hides it so well.
I’m thankful to be the one he shares it with.
His dick hits the back of my throat when he loses some of his control and it catches me by surprise. When I make a noise of shock, my throat vibrates around the head of his cock and he groans deeper, fucking my mouth harder, grasping me by the roots of my hair tighter with each thrust of his hips. Filthy words spill from his mouth in Italian and it only serves to turn me on more.
“Cazzo sì, piccola. Possiedi il mio cazzo.”
I suck harder, pulling him into my mouth deeper. I can’t get enough of him. With one hand I move in tandem with my mouth and with the other, I reach down and trace my fingers across his balls, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He’s practically vibrating with each touch. Then my fingers trail a little further and I slowly massage the space between his balls and his ass, when I do that, I feel his orgasm take hold.
He shocks me when he pulls free of my mouth and flips us over quickly, lifting my shirt and coming hard all over my stomach with a loud moan of appreciation. Between each panting breath, he says, “your turn.”
Fuck. Yes.
Six
Alessandra
I’ve spent the last several days in bed with Ren and burned off a lot of bad energy. Unfortunately, amazing sex hasn’t mended the three idiot sized holes in my heart, so SB and I are now standing in front of one of the most luxurious spas in town. My inner street kid is scoffing at this new me, the one that doesn’t have to bat an eyelash to afford such lavish indulgences. It’s not that I am too good for my old ways and am suddenly a snob. I’m just growing—evolving—and becoming the woman I was always meant to be. It’s nice being able to indulge in things that I couldn’t before when it can come in handy.
I may not give a shit what I look like normally, but I’m not holding back when it comes to making those guys regret every ounce of their decision to walk away from me as I died for them. I want to hit them where it hurts. I want to make them bleed. I want to hurt them like they hurt me. I want them on their fucking knees and begging for forgiveness for abandoning me when I needed them the most.
SB and I walk into the salon ready to get our hair and nails done for the upcoming school year. There’s no way I’m going to walk into the place this all started looking anything less than perfect. In order to make Matteo, Noah, and Cohen wish they’d never started our love affair, I’m going to need to look less like street trash and more like a fucking goddess.
“Hello ladies, how can I help you?” A cheerful young woman greets us from the receptionist desk with a big smile plastered across her face.
“Yes, hello! We have an appointment for two under the names Alessandra Salvatore-Gavino and Stephanie Bradheart.” SB lets the girl know. She quickly checks us in and shows us to the changing rooms, where we promptly change into robes and get escorted into one of the main salons.
“If at any point you’d like anything to drink, we offer mimosas, green smoothies, and sparkling water. Your beauty gurus shall be with you shortly. In the meantime, enjoy the spa chairs. They have some wonderful massage options.” She winks and leaves us be.
Two young men come in and set up our spa stations for our manicures and pedicures, and then start to massage our shoulders, letting us know exactly what the girl meant about those massage options. They’re hot as fuck. Just looking at them, I can see that, but they still don’t hold a candle to the four men that seem to own my mind, body, and soul.
“A girl could get used to this,” SB states, tilting her head back to offer a smirk and wink to the guy rubbing her shoulders. He stays perfectly professional, but I don’t miss the secret smile he has when he moves down to start her pedicure.
“Are you telling me that my outstanding company isn’t enough for you?” I ask, sarcastically.
“Well… I mean, no offense or anything, but you’re more like my sister and less like someone I’d like to bang. Not all of us have a perfect husband to go home to, you know. Your girl wouldn’t mind getting the big ‘O’ every once in a while.” She shrugs with her smirk firmly in place.
“Hmm, so we’ve got a side mission this year? Operation, get Steph laid. Say the word and we’ll make it happen. I gotta have my main bitch’s back too, right?” I wink and she giggles, widening her eyes slightly and giving me a barely perceptible nod to indicate that she actually wouldn’t mind hooking up with the guy currently massaging her feet. If I didn’t know her as well as I do, I’d probably have missed her subtle ‘get lost’ look.
“I’m so down!” She says, before moaning at whatever magic the guy is working on her feet. I hope he appreciates the view because SB straight up doesn’t seem to care that she’s basically flashing this guy all the goods, meanwhile I’m starting to worry her pedicure is turning into some weird erotic foreplay that I don’t want to be involved in. I’m not opposed to it happening, I’m worried that I’m still in the room. There’s clearly chemistry here and I’m not trying to get in the way. If my girl wants some, more power to her.
