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I got up and knocked everything off of my desk with a swipe of my hand. Glass from the photo frame broke as it hit the travertine floor where it shattered into pieces. I walked over to it and picked the metal frame up. Inside, there was a picture of Viviana. She was standing in her bedroom wearing black lingerie and one of those silken robes of hers. The damn woman had about a hundred different colors, and this particular one was plum colored, which matched the shade of lipstick she was wearing.
Cazzo!Every time I looked at her full lips, all I could remember were the various times she’d been on her knees with my cock in her mouth. I had figured as much as she ran her mouth that she’d be able to use it, but I had never imagined it would be as good as it was. Since the night I had caught her in my room, I hadn’t touched another since. It’d been pure hell when Stefano had been alive, to resist her as often as I did, which was the reason why I fucked her repeatedly ever since he died.
“Murdered, figlio, and at your own hands none less,” Stefano reminded me.
“You should’ve been killed a long time ago.”
“And it took a back-stabbing puttana to help you do it.”
I growled. I could’ve easily done what I did on my own. I had my reasons for not doing so yet, but Viviana had forced my hand. I had warned her to leave Stefano to me. I had tried to bribe her to leave but nothing worked. I never knew the scared girl I had encountered in that alley, and one I had noticed but never spoken to at school, would glow up and become the sexiest pain in the ass I had ever met. She was a true seductress. A siren, and I had played right into her hands.
“Not anymore,” I swore.
I needed to get some space from her. In hindsight, I was now glad she had chosen to stay home after all. The last thing I needed was to see her right now because all I could picture was her with my father. I had heard her cry as he made her come, and one day, I’d sworn she would do the same for me, only much louder. I also saw the way he doted on her, and how subservient she appeared when with him. No one would’ve ever guessed she had been there for ulterior motives. She played the role of a mistress well.
“If she could do that for me, she sure as hell could for you, too.”
Stefano’s words had me scowling. I knew he was right and having to admit that only served to piss me off. No, tonight, I needed to go to the club by myself. I had to figure out what I was going to do. The first thing would entail a doctor actually confirming what she suspected because of the home test, then I would find out what options were available. I grabbed my keys, phone and wallet, and walked to the door.
Once I finally emerged from the office, I didn’t even go to check on her before leaving for the club. I intended to just leave, but when I got to the bottom of the stairs, Viviana was standing there waiting on me. My eyes naturally appraised her, and I couldn’t help getting hard at how hot she looked standing there in black leather pants which showed no sign of a bump, and a lacy camisole. Her long dark hair was mostly pulled up into a ponytail except for the few locks on each side hanging down in front of her ears.
I stopped looking at her body and stared at her face. “Going somewhere?” I finally asked as I remembered her specifically telling me she wasn’t leaving the house tonight.
She forced a smile as I eyed her suspiciously. She then moved over to me and placed one hand against the side of my face. “I’m going to the club with you.”
I growled, “I don’t want you to go.”
Her breath hitched in her enticing fucking throat, and remembering the scent of her arousal as I squeezed it earlier had my cock hardening in my pants. I was not weak like my father. I wouldn’t allow her to use her looks and insatiable appetite to top me in any way.
“You said earlier that you wanted me—”
“That was then, and this is now.”
She tried to stroke my cheek, but I grabbed her hand. My gaze met hers and I could see her confusion. I didn’t know why she wanted to be so agreeable now, when she hadn’t been just a half hour ago. Viviana didn’t easily submit during anything but sex, and even then, it sometimes took coercing or punishment to get her to do so.
“I want to go with you,” she stated, still not deterred by the look I was leveling in her direction.
“Didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
Maybe, just maybe she had made the whole pregnancy thing up to get a rise from me. As soon as that thought entered my head, I pushed it away. Viviana didn’t play those type of games, especially when it could’ve ended so badly for her. She had no idea how much I needed her to bear my child. In fact, she didn’t even know that it was the only reason I had let her live. Or was it? I growled low in my throat.
“I feel better now,” she answered, and I released her hand. It fell to her side.
“I don’t give a damn how you feel,” I told her, partially truthful. I did, but I didn’t want or need to, so I pretended otherwise. “I don’t want you there.”
“What?” Her incredulous tone might’ve been comical any other time, but not now because I heard the slight bit of pain laced in it.
“You heard me. I’m going to the club.” I then added, “Alone. You can do whatever the hell you want, just not with me.”
I strode past her and headed to the driveway. I didn’t dare to turn to see her reaction. I just kept on walking, all the while trying to shed the sound of my father’s laughter from inside of my head. Alcohol hadn’t worked, but maybe business would. If nothing else, it’d provide a much-needed distraction.
I got into my Huracan and dared to look at the door where she stood. Damn, she even looked sexy perched on the railing. As my thoughts turned to bending her over it tonight, I cursed in Italian before putting my key into the ignition. The distraction I needed was to make me forget her, not add even more graphic visions to my already fucked-up head.
VIVIANA
I watched his car veer out of the driveway and the taillights disappear down the driveway before I went back inside the house. I hadn’t felt better, but I had made an effort which he rebuffed anyway. I slammed the heavy door behind me and tried my hardest not to cry, but I couldn’t. The tears sprung to my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I angrily swiped at one or two, but each time I did, more fell in their place.
“Why in the fuck am I even crying over you?” I asked aloud, then nearly choked on my sob.
