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“You never listen to me, figlio. I told you to take her out when you had the chance.” My father’s voice echoed off the cinderblock walls surrounding me.
When she’d had Stefano tied to the chair and wielding a knife, he told her the game was over, but I had taken him out instead of her. Now, I was still haunted by him. “Go away.” I seethed before dropping my head into my hands.
“You’ll never be rid of me, figlio. Not now, or ever, especially once my new son is born.”
“He’ll never see this world,” I swore to the ghost taunting me.
All I heard after was his maniacal laughter. And as quickly as he appeared, he seemingly disappeared. I raised my head once more, then turned as a different voice entered my head. This time, it was one I could barely remember but recognized nonetheless.
“Don’t listen to anything he says about you, Nazario. You are strong and smart. You’re going to rule this land one day as the powerful leader you were born and destined to become. The only difference is you won’t do it with fear.”
My mother, bless her pathetic soul. She always tried to build me up whenever my father broke me down. I didn’t want her pity then, and I sure as fuck didn’t want it now. I chuckled at the last part as her words repeated themselves in my head. I could remember not long ago taking out my father’s right-hand man. Leonardo had been stealing from the family, and my father was too infatuated with Viviana to even notice. I had seen it, however, and I murdered him in this very cell. He wasn’t the first one, either. I had taken out dozens of men in this very place, and the coldness that intensified had to be their spirits lingering here before their seats in hell opened up.
“You’re wrong about me,” I told her. “You’ve never listened to me. You had this fucking fantasy of me that I could never live up to. I couldn’t when you were murdered, and I sure as fuck can’t now.”
When she had been taken out, I’d been young. Grief and anger were a volatile combination, and I lashed out at everyone and everything. I swore one day to take someone who mattered as much to those murderous Catalanos as they took from me, but I hadn’t lived up to that promise until now. Of course, that was assuming I took Viviana out. I had more than enough opportunities, but somehow, I still had her with me.
I never took those chances, but I could now. I looked over at her unconscious body. She would come to soon, and once she did, I could plunge this knife into her chest like she tried to do to me. Or, I could even toy with her, fucking her one last time before slicing her throat and watching her bleed out on the floor.
“You love her, Nazario,” came my mother’s voice.
“I don’t,” I swore, even though I knew it was a lie.
I did love this fucking woman, and if cutting my own heart out would make me stop, I’d do it in a heartbeat. It wouldn’t. My sanity and any sense I thought I possessed were crumbling, and this damned temptress continued fucking with me. Her coming back to Napoli to taunt me about the Catalanos was proof of that. She was underestimating me and the lengths I would go to in order to protect my family’s legacy. I would one day be taken out by an enemy, but it sure as fuck wouldn’t be them, or her. Especially not her.
I got up and walked over to her. She was facing away from the iron bars, and her wrists were cuffed behind her so she couldn’t free herself. Her head was hanging low, but I knew it would be much different once she woke up. She would be furious, then straighten her spine so she could glare at me. She would be pissed but beneath all that anger, there would be desire. We were both sick fucks because we would get off on the hate and the violence.
My cock hardened even more. Reaching around her, I checked her pulse, but I didn’t immediately move. Her breasts were plastered against me and I savored the feel of them against my bare chest. Finally, I took two steps backward, then cupped both of her breasts in my hands. They were warm, full, and firm. My fingers flicked lazily back and forth over her nipples until they hardened at my touch. Even unconscious, her body responded to me because I did own her, and it.
I continued to touch her, knowing she would eventually wake up, and when she did, my face would be the first one she’d see. And my touch, well, it’d be the very thing to draw her out from the darkness to begin with. I dropped one hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. I wanted to be balls deep inside of it, and I would be soon. Until then, I dragged my fingers down the inside of her thighs, then admired the soft red trails they left behind as my blunt nails scraped her skin.
I then reared my hand back and slapped one of them. My handprint bloomed on her flesh, and I grinned. After, I brought my hand back to her pussy and thrust three fingers inside of her. She was so wet and tight. I fucked her with them a few times before pulling my hand back. I fisted her hair around my other hand and held her head up as I painted her lips with her essence. It was hard to resist kissing her back to the world of the living, so instead of breathing air back into her lungs, I lowered my head while still keeping hers upright.
My mouth closed down around one of her nipples, and I bit down on the hardened bud. I used my teeth and tongue until the temptation became too much. I raised my head and grabbed her face in my hand. I shook her a few times until I finally heard a soft cough. Her eyes didn’t reopen, so I swatted her outer thigh again. She still didn’t come completely to, but I could see and hear her starting to stir. I released her fully and walked back over to the chair. Picking up the knife, I sat back down and put it on my lap. Now, I waited, and judging by her slight cough, it wouldn’t be long.
VIVIANA
Everything had been dark, until it wasn’t. My body was wracked in pain, but between the throbbing, I could feel Nazario’s warm breath on my skin. I also felt his large hands on my body, and then those long fingers of his inside of me. I tried to arch toward him, but my body wouldn’t move. My eyes wouldn’t even open and I began to wonder if this was some sort of dream. As quickly as his warmth invigorated me, it disappeared.
I tried to roll over, or do anything, but when I attempted to move my hands, I realized they were restrained. All I could muster with my limited strength was to move my fingers, and not even fully then. I kept trying, and realizing I was cuffed to something, I started to struggle. Whatever it may be was hard and thin, almost like bars. I then realized that was exactly what it was. One of them was wedged between my ass cheeks. I tried my best to dislodge it, but a sound caused me to still. Focusing my attention elsewhere, I forced my eyes to open and saw my captor sitting across from me.
“Nazario,” I breathed.
I then looked over to my sides and realized I was in a cell and cuffed to the bars. He was silent, just watching me with that eagle-eyed gaze, and I started to try to free myself, but it was of no use. He eventually rose to his feet, and when he did, I noticed the knife in his hand, and gulped. Nazario stopped right in front of me.
“Do you think this is how he felt?” he asked, finally speaking.
My head was still foggy, and being able to actually move it, I shook it a few times before answering. “Who?”
“My father. Do you think he woke from his state of unconsciousness to find his trusty lover standing in front of him with a knife? Do you think his life flashed before his eyes like yours will?”
“I don’t give a damn about what Stefano felt,” I answered truthfully. My mouth was dry and my lips chapped, and I was surprised at what I tasted when I ran my tongue over my bottom lip. It was my arousal. “When?”
“When you tried to take his—”
“No, not him. Me. You. Us. Where am I, and what have you done to me?”
His smirk grew wider, and I tried to move away from the hand he slipped between my thighs, but I was unable to due to the bonds. “Oh,” he finally said. “You’re talking about how I fingered this hot pussy until you came.”
