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“It’s not all that I’m right about,” he finally said.
Somehow, the gravelly tone of his voice in the pitch black made every word spoken more ominous. All those years that I’d researched Stefano, I had also done the same for his only heir. I’d also remember his expression and demeanor on that New York City street that night and I couldn’t help but convince myself that he hadn’t been the one to end Donna’s life. If anything, he was trying to treat her lifeless corpse with dignity, which I could respect.
“Are we back to that again?” I asked.
I picked up the bottle and took another swig. The wine was amazing, and I knew Stefano had a vineyard in the countryside. It was one of the places he took me during the early parts of our courtship. It’d been so hard to not castrate him where he stood as he wrapped his arm around me and pointed out the grapes that would one day make wine like the bottle I was drinking. It’d also been the first time that he had kissed me. I’d prepared for the moment, but it didn’t make it easier. Only remembering my end goal allowed me to lay in bed with him night after night ever since, and only thoughts of the man beside me made me come while doing so. It was such a tangled web that I weaved, but I was doing what needed to be done.
“It wasn’t supposed to have been this way, you know.” I don’t know why I even voiced that aloud, but his hand stopped midway up my thigh.
“What were you supposed to be doing?” he finally asked.
I let out a small sigh, then decided I might as well tell him. It wasn’t as if anything would change by doing so. “I was supposed to be a doctor. I wanted to heal people.”
“Yet now, you want to take them out instead?” His question was followed up by a chuckle, and even that had goosebumps raising on my arm.
“Shit happens,” I said, then decided I’d had enough of this conversation. After setting the wine down, I scrambled to my feet and placed my hands out in front of me as feelers until I reached the door. I grabbed the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. “What the hell?”
“We must’ve lost power in the house and—”
“What are you saying?” I had an idea, but I was hoping that I was wrong.
“I’m saying that the door is controlled with a pin pad outside that requires electricity. It looks like we’re stuck in here together.”
This couldn’t be fucking happening. I pressed my forehead against the door, then lightly began to hit it against the hard wood. I stayed like that for several seconds before spinning around. I couldn’t see anything in front of me. I tried my best to get back to where I had been, but I couldn’t find my way. I’d only been down here a few times, but there’d always been light.
I assumed that all my bumbling around had caught Nazario’s attention because a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. I settled immediately, even though I knew that he could so easily take me out where we stood if he so wanted. At the moment, he seemed more interested in pinching my nipples through my robe. They hardened at his touch, and that familiar ache returned. It was almost comical that the son of my enemy was the only one that could set my body ablaze. Not Stefano, or any of those other men I trained with that took me with such ruthless voracity all in preparation for times like this. They’d made me come, most likely because of the trust factor that I had with them, and I realized in that moment that I trusted this man currently biting along my collarbone as well.
I leaned back against him, then wrapped one arm around the back of his neck. His hands moved stealthily, parting my robe so he could touch my aching breasts with no silk barrier in the way. I wanted and needed more, and as if he realized that, Nazario dragged one hand down to my panties which were more a flimsy piece of lace than anything else. His fingers teased me by dipping beneath the waistband of them, but he never touched me where I needed him to. The throbbing in my core grew more insistent.
“I beg you,” I pleaded, although I didn’t know for what.
“You’re begging me for what?” he asked as he licked along the throbbing pulse point in my neck. “Tell me what you want, Viviana.”
A shiver wracked me as he said my name. I loved the way it slipped so easily off of his tongue. “I want your head between my legs.”
He froze in that moment, but I wasn’t worried that I had been too blunt. I didn’t need light in this dark cellar to confirm that he was smirking, because I knew and had studied him enough to know that he was. When he removed his hands from me, I almost thought I had erred in my earlier thinking. Thankfully, he’d only released me so that he could spin me around. Seconds later, he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall. There was nothing else to hold onto, so I rested my hands on the top of his head.
His hair was so curly, and it made the perfect thing to hold onto when he used his hands to push my panties off to one side. The moment his tongue touched me, I let out a small cry. “Sì.”
My head lolled from one side to the other as his wicked tongue and mouth teased me. He wasn’t doing exactly what I wanted and as the seconds turned to minutes, my own frustration started to set in. Stefano was a big proponent of making me wait for orgasms, and I realized his son had perfected that art even better than he had. The one thing I had learned over the years was that life was short, so I wanted what I wanted, when I wanted it. I wasn’t going to beg Nazario any more, even though I knew he probably wanted me to.
Finally, I pushed at his head and was able to eventually wriggle back down the wall. I sat in that spot and cursed him inwardly. I’d need to remember the feel of his mouth on me and get myself off once we were able to get out of this damned hole.
“You’re a bastard,” I told him when he sat down beside me. “Maybe, I’ll kill you along with your father.”
“Many have tried and failed,” he retorted, and I let out a huff.
“Why do you hate me so much?” I hadn’t meant to ask it, but since it was out, I waited for his answer.
“I don’t hate you, but I do hate everything you represent.”
My brows furrowed at that. “And that is?”
He took my hand and cupped it between his. “I want you too fucking much.”
“I don’t understand.” Well, I did, but I didn’t.
“Ever since you walked back into my life, all I can do is think about the ways that I want to ruin you. You’d break so beautifully, but then again, you already have for him.”
