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Any space I had managed to get between us was cut off in a matter of seconds as he advanced on me. I was now pinned back between him and the rail, only this time, it was my back taking the brunt of the imprisonment. Nazario wasn’t even physically restraining me with more than his body, but I still knew there was no escape. I looked over at his arms. Usually, I loved to have them on either side of me. He spent hours a day in the gym, and his physique certainly reflected that. I gulped, unsure of what to say or do.
When he did raise one hand and stroked the area between my breasts, I closed my eyes. His touch was electric, and I felt each jolt as his fingertips awakened every cell in my body. He then palmed one of my breasts, and I dropped my head back and moaned. “Naz...”
His fingers flicked over my nipple, causing it to harden even more painfully. I clutched the rail with my hand and willed him to lower his mouth to it now. He didn’t, but I still savored the sensations he drew out in me when he dragged it higher. He began to softly stroke my neck until his hand quickly, and without warning, tightened around it. My eyes flew open, but he continued to squeeze harder. I tried to speak but nothing came out.
Both of his eyes were laser-focused on me. I couldn’t breathe, but I remembered my earlier training and tried my best not to panic. My eyes watered so severely that I could barely see his face which was right in front of me.
“The Catalanos. What the fuck was my fiancée doing in Sicily in the arms of not one, but three, different mobsters?”
Okay, he’d definitely seen me. I smacked at his hand and finally used both of mine, but it just caused him to tighten down even more around my throat. I had to explain before he killed me where I stood. I tried everything from digging my nails into his biceps to scratching, pinching, and punching his arms; the latter finally causing him to loosen his grip. Once he removed his hand from my throat, I took a few seconds to suck air back into my lungs. My heart was beating wildly, and as aroused as I still was, anger was quickly replacing it.
“Did you have me followed?” I asked even though I knew he had. Of course. He was far too nonchalant about me leaving town. Now I knew why. “You fucking asshole.”
He smirked, then grabbed the hem of the shirt I was wearing. In one quick motion, he tore it and stopped me when I attempted to cover myself. “You know what they did to my family, yet you go away and jump into bed with—”
“I didn’t jump into bed with them,” I told him, then remembered something he’d told me a few weeks ago. “And you even said they didn’t kill your mother. They... Ohh...” He reached out and grabbed my breasts, pinching both nipples with the same force he had nearly strangled me with earlier. God, I tried to remember my anger, but when he leaned in and started to kiss my throbbing pulse point, I moaned instead.
I was such a wanton slut for this man, and he knew it. Not sadness... not anger... Nothing stopped me from getting aroused. I loved the violence of sex... the pain... and while I used to grasp on to it knowing there would be payback one day for it all when with Stefano, I never felt that way with his son. Nazario had the uncanny ability to make me forget everything.
“You lyingputtana,” he said, emphasizing his last word.
“I’m always a slut for you,” I admitted, then smirked at the growl he emitted. He could call me every name in the damn book, and my traitorous body would respond.
He was angry, so much so that I felt my pussy dampen. He was still so calm and controlled, despite his words, but I wanted him mad. I wanted to piss him off enough that he would lose complete control and fuck me the way we both wanted him to. I brought one hand to his face, rubbing my palm over his stubbled chin. He yanked his head away in response.
In a flash, he smacked my breast so hard it made my eyes water. “This body is mine until death claims you.”
VIVIANA
Again, his voice was completely serious, and the tone so lethal. Instead of being afraid, however, I wanted to poke the bear more. Marcu asked me just yesterday if I had a death wish. I suppose, I should’ve answered truthfully because baiting this man was a surefire way to seal my fate.
“And you are judge, jury, and executioner?” I asked, my voice laced with a hint of amusement.
His hand came back around my throat and he leaned in close. He pressed his forehead against mine. “This isn’t a game, Viviana. You’ve betrayed me and this unholy union you agreed to, and with my sworn enemies, of all people. Now, I want to know how you know them and why there was a reunion.”
When I didn’t answer, he tilted my head to the side and pushed it all the way back. I glanced down and could see the ground two stories below me. His fingers tightened more, and finally realizing the seriousness of the situation, I pushed at his arms until I could straighten back up.
“Fine, I’ll tell you,” I told him. I had no idea how in depth I would go, but I needed to appease him in some way. He gave me a look of impatience, and I started to talk. “I met the Catalanos many years ago. They provided some advice and training to me so I could—"
“Did they fuck your tight pussy?” he asked me, and I smiled.
“I’m pregnant with your—”
He growled again, the sound piercing in the night air. I really should stop angering him, but I was mad myself. I never made him go into details about his own sordid past, and I didn’t see why mine even mattered now. I was with him and not them.
“Not now, but before.” One of his hands stayed on my throat while the other slid down my body. When he slipped it between my thighs, I couldn’t help raising one of my legs to allow him better access. His wicked fingers probed my core, and I was so close to getting everything I wanted, and more importantly, needed.
“What’s it matter?” I finally asked, never taking my eyes off of of his.
They darkened even more, and I watched the angry tick in his jaw as he tried to remain in control. Nazario was about to snap, and I was already in a precarious situation, so I should’ve been terrified. I wasn’t, though. He realized that when he thrust four fingers inside of me and pulled them out to find them glistening with evidence of my arousal.
He broke off eye contact and leaned in to kiss the side of my face before working his mouth back to my ear. His warm breath tickled the shell, and I shuddered for him. “Have you ever let one of those bastards fuck you before?”
I could play coy, but the truth was that no matter what I said, it would be the wrong answer. I needed him to lose control and fuck me. I didn’t want to be naked and dangling over this rail when I could be coming on his hard cock instead, so I sighed. “One. Two. Maybe I even let them all take me at the same time.”
Nazario straightened, and after some foreign emotion flashed in his eyes, he actually started to grin. The bastard was as fucked up as me. “One in your wet pussy and another in your tight ass. I bet that venomous mouth of yours was even stuffed full.” He wasn’t wrong, so I didn’t correct him. His lips skated over my shoulder and when he tongued one of my hard nipples, I arched toward him.
“I need you,” I whispered.
