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I deepened the kiss, plundering every inch of her mouth with my tongue before I started to nip on hers. Viviana’s hands moved over me, and once or twice, her nails would nick a specific spot or two. Eventually, she wrapped them around my neck and surrendered so beautifully to me. Our tongues dueled with one another, neither willing to give up complete control, although I suspected she was partially there already.
I was Nazario Vaccaro, the only man feared more than my father in these parts. I ruled this area with enviable power, leaving a string of bodies in my wake. Some were ones that I had taken out due to necessity, and others were ones destroyed simply because I could. The women were different, though. I did leave a trail of destruction where they were concerned, although it was more from broken hearts and wounded pride than anything else.
One of her hands slid lower and I groaned against her lips as her hand wrapped around my cock. Even though it felt good as hell to feel her stroking me, it was her mouth I wanted to feel there more. Pulling away, I didn’t mince words as I told her as much. “I want your lips on me.”
She smirked, drawing attention to those very lips I just spoke about. Her tongue darted out as she wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and drew me closer. She traced the seam of my lips with it, and when they parted, she slid one of her fingers between them instead.
“Show me how to please you, Naz.”
I blinked, unable to believe that I was hearing the words coming out of her mouth. She’d gone from being confrontational on the lanai, to being so submissive at the moment. I looked into her eyes to see what type of game she was playing, but all I found was some remarkable form of sincerity swirling around inside of them.
I pulled her hand away from my mouth. “What kind of game are you playing?”
She smiled, but remained silent for a few long seconds before she spoke, “Why must I be playing with you. Are you really some toy able to be easily manipulated?”
I chuckled. “Hardly. You’re crossing a dangerous line, not just with me, but with the man that you pretend to love. You—”
“I hate him,” she seethed, returning to the woman I had recently come to know.
“And you hate me, too,” I replied, stating the obvious.
“I do,” she confirmed, before pressing her lips to my bearded chin. She kissed her way to my ear all while melding herself to me like a second skin. All it would take was for her to raise her leg just an inch and I would be able to push inside of her. “But I want you. When I was in Taormina, I would lay with your father, but it was your touch that I ached for.”
While I suspected there to be some truth to this, the fact that she was so openly admitting it had me wondering what angle she was working on now. I grabbed her by the throat and held her away from me. I was about to end this, but before I could even get the first word out, my father’s voice echoed in the darkness. I released her immediately, and she disappeared under the surface of the water just as Stefano rounded the corner.
VIVIANA
Stefano had come home earlier than expected, and I wished now that I would’ve waited to come down to the pool. I had just been so restless in that big house all by myself. I grew up in much more modest place, and I didn’t have staff at my beck and call like Stefano did. As it was, I tended to see and speak to them more than the man who’d brought me here. I wasn’t too torn up over that as I had spent years learning the ins and outs of his life, and I knew the man at this point better than he probably knew himself. Unfortunately, that research hadn’t stopped at him. I also knew Nazario that well, and I was less able to avoid him.
He was my lover’s son, and he would soon be an orphan once I took out his father. I should’ve been avoiding him, yet here I was rubbing against him like an animal in heat. Perhaps my jaded mind had turned me into one over the years. I knew with each one that passed, I grew more determined to finish what I’d started. Would tonight be the night I would need to do that?
Before I could even think about that, I had to hide to avoid being caught. There was no way I could get out of the pool and not be noticed, so I did what I had to do. Ducking under the surface of the water, I was now glad that I had perfected holding my breath for long lengths of time. I’d heard the rumors. Hell, everyone in Napoli had. Stefano, Nazario, and a lot of other criminals like them would resort to a number of different tactics to get what they wanted. I had been terrified of the tales of those water boarded, and because of those horrible stories, I made sure I would be able to outlast something like that if it ever came down to it. I certainly didn’t plan to be the one begging for my life, but I was prepared in case my arrogance was misplaced.
I could hear the two voices, although I couldn’t make out a syllable of what either were saying. I had to bide my time and as I reached around for his body to keep myself steady, I rubbed up against something else. Inwardly, I smirked, then ran my hands up and down his shaft. He was so hard, and I hadn’t been lying when I told him that I ached for him. It’d gotten so bad for me that I had to even imagine his voice and the very thing I held in the palm of my hands when I tried to make myself come.
“You’re crossing a dangerous line,”he’d just warned me minutes earlier.
If he only knew how true that was for not just me, but him as well. I wrapped one hand around the back of his legs while the other continued to stroke him. I pulled myself closer and once steady, I replaced my hand with my mouth, feeling his body tense up immediately.
I’d never gotten this far with him before, but I had a feeling that I knew what he liked. I researched him and his lifestyle enough, and it was one of the reasons why I wasn’t scared of anything he could do to me sexually. The Vaccaro men had connections, but I did as well. Over the years, I’d cozied up to some bad men, and they had made me stronger. Under their hands, I was able to learn everything that I would need to in order to satisfy men with insatiable appetites like them. There was very little I wouldn’t allow these men to do to me, and only because I knew they would pay for every hurt in the end.
The thrill of the chase was exhilarating. After Donna had been murdered and I returned to Napoli, I was but a shell of myself. There was a gaping hole in my chest, and I supposed it was where my heart once sat. I didn’t love anyone or anything anymore. All I lived for was revenge, and soon, vengeance would be mine. Until that time...
I focused on sucking him into my mouth. It was a slight bit harder, considering I was underwater, but I could tell by the tension in his body that he felt it all. I also knew how much he was enjoying it because every time I went to pull away, he would push my head down. I wanted to see his eyes as I sucked him off. Gripping his balls in my hand, I tried to massage them the best that I could from this vantage point, and I imagined the look on his face as he came down my throat. He’d want to gloat about having me on my knees, but we both knew deep down that I’d always have him by the balls as I did now.
Seconds later, I was yanked so hard from the water that I almost forgot to breathe when my head broke the surface. I choked once or twice, then rapidly sucked oxygen back into my air starved lungs. My throat burned and tears leaked pitifully down my cheeks. My breaths came in sharp, heavy pants until I finally got it under control. Once I did, I looked up into eyes so dark that it made the sky above seem lit.
“Viviana,” he rasped, his voice sounding strained. Before I could answer, he fused his mouth to mine.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and didn’t even offer the slightest bit of protest when he pinned my back against the tiled wall of the pool. Seconds later, more than just his tongue plunged inside of me and I arched closer to him. He drove into me like a man possessed, and I savored every moment of it.
Nazario bit at my tongue and lips and when he finally pulled away to suckle on my neck, I remembered his father. “Stefano?” I asked in a whisper.
He stopped and I almost thought that I had angered him at first. He tipped my chin up so that I was forced to look up at him. Our eyes met and the heat in his gaze nearly singed me. “He didn’t see us.”
I let out the breath that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, then tried to pull him back to me. If Stefano hadn’t caught us, then why did he stop and why wouldn’t he continue? “Fuck me,” I pleaded, needing to take everything that had been promised to me and more.
“We can’t do this.” His words made my head fly back as if I had been struck.
