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I knew Nazario didn’t love me. The only things that man could love were money, power, violence, and the thrill of the chase. It was all good because the only things I lived for were vengeance and sex, and with the former mostly done, I could only cling to the latter. At least, Nazario’s touch made me come, without having to think of other men. Damn, the things that man did to my body. My hands moved to my robe and I cupped my breasts through the silk material.
“You’re fucking mine now,”he’d told me hours after his father’s murder.
“Am I?”I’d asked, and he’d spent the next several hours bringing me to so many orgasms that I’d forgotten what I had even wanted to know.
Tonight, he seemed a bit possessive, too. I knew it was more for the crowd than anything else. He needed everyone to recognize him as the man in charge; and his father’s mistress being his was like the icing on the cake. I loved that dominant side of him. He exuded power, and now he had an unlimited amount of it. What would he do to me now? Would he drop me off and leave without so much as a damn word?
I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t just stay in this fucking fortress day and night, playing the dutiful wife. I needed to get out of here. Some fresh air would be nice. I grabbed my phone just in case I got lost on this massive estate, and I headed outside. I started to walk through the gardens. Stefano had told me once his first wife loved flowers. He’d also told me how painful they were to see each and every day after she was violently murdered.
“You never told me you’d arranged the entire thing,” I muttered as I walked along the stone pathway. It was dark, so the type of plants and foliage were hard to identify. I’d taken this same walk many times in the light and I could understand why he would want to hold on to something so beautiful.
I also remembered the things Nazario had told me, including how Donna had died. God, how I wanted to drive a stake through his cold, cold heart. I almost had my fondest wish come true. My blade was sharpened and already coated in his blood. If I would’ve bypassed tormenting him and just fucking did it, this would’ve been over.
“Aren’t we done here?”I’d asked Nazario that day.
He’d smirked.“We’ll never be done, and if I’m wrong, you won’t be able to survive without me?”
I took that as a challenge, and it was now the only motivation I had to even wake up in the morning. As easy as it was to imagine Stefano’s demise, his son was a harder task because all my body needed was his touch. He set me aflame like no one else ever had, including my friends in Sicily. This had to be fate’s way of sticking up its middle finger at me.
I tightened my robe around me and continued to walk. As the night sky grew even blacker, the only thing illuminating it was the lightning off in the distance. There were barely any stars above this wasteland, and that realization made me smile. It stayed on my face until a loud boom of thunder overhead made me jump. God, I hated storms and they seemed to be a lot more frequent nowadays. I stopped and turned to see how far I had walked away from the house and it seemed to be a lot farther than I had thought.
My gaze then scanned the horizon. There was nowhere to go if the skies opened up beside... My eyes zeroed in on the mausoleum where Stefano and others in the Vaccaro family lay at rest. It was mere feet away from me, while the house was a good half of mile or more. Another loud rumble made my decision for me. Hurrying over to the large burial place, I managed to get the door open just before the skies opened up.
Once inside, I shuddered at how dark it was. I slapped my hand against the cold stone until I located the light. The bulb flickered once or twice when I turned it on, and I decided to light the candles near the tombs in case the electricity went out. I grabbed the book of matches and inhaled the sulfur smell as I lit one and proceeded to move up and down the walls, lighting the wicks in each candle. When done, I held the flame in front of my face.
Donna’s funeral flashed in my head. It had been so beautiful, but tragic at the same time. When I’d held up the flame that fateful day and lit a candle for her, I had decided then and there that I would make sure all those responsible for her demise would pay. I later learned the one with a death sentence was none other than a dangerous and feared man. I wasn’t afraid to die. I was only afraid of one thing and that was...
My eyes flew open. No, I wouldn’t allow that to happen. I couldn’t. I would never live a normal life again, because the man in the farthest tomb from me had made that impossible. I ignored the loud rumbling and scary flashes of light right outside of this building and moved down to where Stefano lay. His body was there, but his soul was in hell, where he belonged.
“Are you suffering,” I asked him as I traced the letters of his name.
God, how I hoped he was. I needed to believe that even if I didn’t believe anything else. I covered the match with my hand, extinguishing the flame. The slight burn was barely felt. I tossed the stick onto the floor and moved to the stone casket, which would one day house Nazario’s body. I couldn’t take out the father, but maybe I’d fare better with his son.
I leaned back against the marble and brought my hands back to my breasts. They were heavier than usual and seemed to ache a lot more, too. It had to be stress or something else, but I craved the pain, so I squeezed them harder. My thumbs moved over my nipples and I rolled the hard peaks between them and my index fingers. The longer I touched myself, the wetter I became.
I was fucking demented to be in a place like this about to get myself off, but this was who I was, and I wouldn’t apologize to anyone for it. The old me would’ve never dreamed of doing something so morbid, but she had died alongside my friend in that New York City alley. The new me didn’t give a damn, and I would come on Stefano’s grave if I so desired.
I moved my attention away from my breasts as I dropped a hand down to my thigh. I slowly slid the silk robe upward until I reached the spot where I ached the most. I held up the material with one hand and slipped my other inside of my panties. I dragged two fingers through my slit. I toyed with my clit, even giving it the same attention I had my nipples earlier. Eventually, I needed more so I dragged those same fingers lower and thrust three of them inside of me. My head fell back, and I started to fuck myself with them.
“Viviana,” Nazario said, his voice like a whip causing my head and body to straighten. I nearly fell over but managed to steady myself just in time.
I dropped my hands to my side as his hungry gaze ate me alive. The aching deep in my core only intensified, especially when he removed his shirt to reveal his hard chest. God, how I loved to lick and bite him. My mouth watered to taste him now.
“Why in the hell haven’t you answered my phone calls?” he finally asked, shattering my impure thoughts of him.
“I, ahh...” I was about to tell him I hadn’t received any, and when I looked at my phone, I understood why. “I don’t get any signal in this godforsaken place.”
I almost added that I wasn’t at his beck and call so I might not have answered him even if I had gotten any of them, but there was a strange expression on his face which made me think otherwise. Nazario moved over to me and looked at my phone before he tossed it carelessly onto the cement below.
“What in the hell did you do that for?” I bent to pick it up, but he kicked it behind him. “What the fu—”
Nazario cut me off by grabbing my neck, then pinning me against the wall of the tomb. One hand was on my throat and the other was tearing my panties off of me. I shivered at the sound of rendering fabric, then let out a gasp when he spun me around.
He roughly thrust three fingers inside of me, and they felt so damn good that I nearly came on the spot. His other hand pressed the side my face into the cold stone. “You’re never to leave the house without telling me where you’re going, or go somewhere you can’t be reached. Is that—”
“Why,” I was able to get out, then when his fingers curled, my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. “Cazzo!”
“You’ve got a target on your back due to your affiliation with me,” he told me while continuing to fuck me with his fingers. “I can’t protect you if I don’t—”
