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“I chose you,” I told him, my voice shaking as tears threatened to fall.
I wished I could wipe them away, but I couldn’t. Nazario was unfazed by them anyway. Our eyes continued to stay locked in on the other’s until he pulled away. I then watched him bend down to retrieve the knife. The metallic blade glistened in the dim lighting of the cell. This dungeon-like cage had to be what jail felt like, but unlike guards and others around, there was no one. The tomb was eerily silent outside of our movements. It was so much so that I could even hear the sound of our heavy breathing. Well, mine was more erratic than heavy, but it was still audible in the dank space.
“A-are you going to kill me?” I finally asked him.
I forced my gaze away from it, and back to his face which was so expressionless that it gave nothing away. Since deciding to devote my life to vengeance for Donna, I hadn’t allowed fear to rule me, but I was now rethinking that as he turned the knife over in his hand. Nazario was furious enough with me going to see his sworn rivals, but then to have me try to take him out, there was little I could say to change things.
I figured that one day he would take me out. Granted, I would then remind myself of the combustible attraction between us. I know he had to feel some of what I felt. After all, he had taken me as his fiancée and it’d been for more than just show. He loved me, or had to at least harbor some sort of emotion for me. It was likely the reason he pushed me away whenever possible, and made touching me seem more like a chore or duty than something spontaneous.
My mind returned to that night in the mausoleum. It’d been spontaneous and real. God, I was fighting for my survival against someone as unhinged as me, yet there I was getting aroused by a different time and a much different man. Sure, the two shared the same body, but the Nazario in front of me was not that same man who owned every part of me. He was the one who owned my soul because I was sure he would kill me before this night was through.
I had a baby inside of me that he didn’t want, so I didn’t even have that card to play. In fact, he’d take me out even quicker for it. I’d always figured I would die at the hands of a Vaccaro, although I had thought it might be the father and not the son. I thought it might be the one I hated instead of the one I loved. “Well, are you?” I finally asked when he still hadn’t answered my earlier question.
He stepped forward, and although he smirked, it had none of the same promise his others used to have. I tried telling myself he wouldn’t take me out when I was so defenseless, but when I felt the roughness of the handle against my inner thigh, I wasn’t so sure about that anymore. I trembled slightly, then closed my eyes as he moved it between my thighs. They were also restrained and spread wide open so I couldn’t try to protect myself in any way. I was truly at his mercy, and as intimidating as that was, it also made me wet as hell.
“And if I am?” he finally answered.
I opened my eyes and raised my gaze to his. “Then fucking do... Cazzo!”
I had tried to tell him to do it, but he moved the handle between my lips and inserted the tip of it inside of me. I didn’t say anything else, I only whimpered when he started to work it inside of me. Leave it to me to be aroused by my own execution. Nazario worked the handle part way inside of me before he withdrew. For several seconds, our eyes stayed on one another as he fucked me with it. I could only feel the handle, but the promise of also feeling the blade against my skin nearly made me come. As if he knew how close I was, he pulled it away, then painted one of my nipples with the glistening end.
Nazario lowered his head, and when he took that same bud into his mouth, I whimpered more. Knife-play was such a turn on, and even though I doubted this whole scene was simply some reenactment of a sexual fantasy for him, my body was still responding as if it was.
His tongue circled my nipple, causing it to harden even more painfully so, and it was only increased when he finally bit down and gave it a tug. He eventually released it with a wet pop, then stepped back. He brought the blade of the knife just under my breast and lifted it up. I said nothing, but went still. He then dropped it as he trailed the tip of it over the same nipple he’d just stimulated.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said as he flicked the tip back and forth over my nipple. “I want to mark you so everyone knows who this body belongs to... who you belong to... It’s me, Viviana. I hold your very life in my hands, and the only question is whether you want to die once, or via a series of them as I make you come.
The little death.The French believed an orgasm brought one closer to death, and it wouldn’t be more accurate as it would be now. I was afraid to answer, and I simply remained silent as he used the dull edge of the cold blade against my breast. When he brought it in front of my nipple, then flicked the hard bud with the wide side, I responded.
“I’m yours to do with as you please,” I told him, knowing it wasn’t entirely inaccurate. There was far more truth in that one statement than I cared to admit.
“So submissive all of a sudden,” he murmured as he leaned in and ran his tongue over my lips.
The coldness of the blade moved lower as he dragged it down my belly. He slipped his hand between my legs, and I could feel both the dull and sharp edges of the knife. The tip was on my clit, while the blunt handle was pressing against my core. I wanted it back inside of me like before. I then wanted him there as well.
“More,” I whispered against his lips, and when he thrust the handle back inside of me, I closed my eyes in bliss.
His mouth moved softly over mine. I thought for a moment that he’d kiss me, but instead, he slipped his free hand through the bars and fisted a handful of my hair. He yanked so tightly it caused pain to shoot from my scalp straight to my core. I couldn’t move my head due to those bars and the tight grasp he had, rendering me immobile. Seconds later, he started to fuck me harder with the handle.
I stared into his eyes, and the heat was back in those deadly orbs. He’d go deeper, then shallower, the rhythm keeping me off-kilter. When he finally began to twist the handle inside of me, the tough edges skimming my inner walls, my mouth dropped open. Just when I was about to shatter, he yanked it away, and I closed my eyes in frustration.
“You’re a bastard,” I told him, then opened my eyes at his chuckle.
“Keep your head where it is,” he told me, then released his grip on my hair.
I kept it pressed against the hard bars behind me, then watched as he set the knife back down, and removed his pants. His cock was so hard, and I was aching in anticipation. He grabbed a small set of keys, then returned to me. He kneeled down and released one of my ankles, then he tossed the keys aside.
My eyes questioned him, until he raised my unbound leg, then slammed into me. His hand returned to where it had been, and I closed my eyes as he buried his head in my neck. He fucked me hard, the iron bars rattling worse than when prisoners would shake theirs to get their guards’ attention. There was no one to rescue me. Nazario was right. He owned me, body and soul, and as long as I breathed, he would always be my judge, jury, and executioner.
Each punishing thrust sent me hurtling toward the edge I was at earlier, but instead of free falling off of it, his hand wrapping around my throat had me cannonballing into the abyss. I shattered for him, and between his cock and hands, my vision blurred.
NAZARIO
If I could actually block out all the noise in my head, and also be able to forget about Viviana’s alliance with my enemies, I would think being inside of her was my reward. Nothing in my miserable life had ever felt better, but I knew this pleasure was only fleeting. Still, I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaw as she came, her pussy practically strangling my cock. In, out. In, out. Every second spent inside of her was like heaven, and I savored it for as long as I could.
I drove her from one orgasm into another, and reveled in her cries of pain. I wanted to hurt her... to break her... and in the deep recesses of my mind, I still wanted to destroy her. I wanted to do to her what she had done to me. I groaned, then bit down into her succulent flesh as I slammed forward, then stilled, finally allowing my own orgasm to pull me under.
Even after I came inside of her, I remained there for several long seconds. Her inner walls pulsed around my still hard cock, and I ignored the slight twitching of it, and focused on regulating my breathing. When I finally regained control, I raised my head and looked down at her face. Viviana had her eyes closed, but I could see her tear-streaked cheeks and knew she’d been crying.
