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Not even giving a damn about what, I pulled out of her and set her limp leg back onto the floor. Despite her restrained predicament, she did seem to be at peace. I knew that would all change shortly. I walked back over to my pants and after putting them and my shoes back on, I glanced over at the knife and picked it up. In the metal, I saw her reflection, and it was a weary one as she watched me carefully.
“I’m not going to kill you,” I told her, before adding, “Yet.”
“I-I’m sorry that I hurt you,” she stammered, and I looked around incredulously.
“Is this really Viviana Spataro apologizing for something?”
I had a bit of amusement in my voice because I didn’t expect that. I was sure she would start ranting at me, but then again, she had no idea what I planned to do next. Once she did, everything she just said would be replaced with her vitriol and anger.
I held the knife down at my side, then moved over to where I had discarded the key to the cuffs. I took a look at her, before taking a final one over my shoulder. There was a bed behind me, and the normal essential things like a toilet, sink, and small shower stall. It had everything necessary and not a damn thing more. I should know seeing my father used to throw me down here whenever the mood struck him.
“I’m testing your will, figlio. You have to be able to withstand any psychological torture thrown at you, and I don’t think your spirit is that strong.”
My father used to tell me that each time he locked me up in one of these cells. The very first time, I had laid on the bed and stared at the cinderblock around me. The place was cold and dark, and he was right about needing to be mentally strong to survive it. I did everything I could to not dwell on where I was. These lockdowns were where I first started to plot my father’s demise, and imagining the very painful ways I could make him die comforted me in a way.
I had no idea what Viviana would choose for herself, but I needed her out of the way because of what I had to do next. I also needed to use this time to solve the only other issue between us. After I successfully eliminated the Catalanos, I would get rid of this child who could very well be carrying my genes. Those fights between my parents during my childhood all started to piece together like a puzzle for me now, and it had me reconsidering my entire reason for keeping Viviana alive. Initially, I’d done it so she could produce me an heir. Now, I kept her here because I wanted her. She was the last thing I needed, and so were these feelings that wouldn’t dissipate. I wanted her not as some baby factory, but as my flesh and blood wife. I wanted to expand my empire, and I wanted her beside me while I did so.
I stole a final glance at her before moving to the lock on the door. I used the keys to open it, but left her restrained. When they closed with a resounding clang, I saw her entire body stiffen.
“If you’re not going to kill me, then why won’t you let me go?”
Her question made me smile. “You’re right. Let me fix that.”
I didn’t re-enter the cell, but I did kneel down and removed the bind from her other ankle. I didn’t immediately do the same with her hands still pinned behind her back. Instead, I ran my fingers over her ass. Viviana trembled slightly, especially when I reached around her and slid my fingers between her lower lips. Her breath caught on a hitch, and I smirked, before dragging those fingers back around her. I toyed with her ass, pressing the tips of my fingers against her hole.
“Naz,” she cried out as my two fingers went to the first knuckle. She was so goddamn tight and I was regretting my decision not to take her there as well. What was done, was done, so I added a third finger and stretched her open. Then, as quickly as I started, I stopped.
I used the keys to free her wrists and she couldn’t yank them in front of her fast enough. I watched as she tried shaking the feeling back into them. I wanted to take her upstairs, tie her to the bed, and fuck her ass until she screamed. I’d come inside of it too. Cazzo! I was getting even harder thinking about it.
Viviana grabbed the bars and gave them a shake. “Are you going to let me out of here now?”
I shook my head.
“W-what? I don’t under—”
“It’s safer for you in there.”
I would not go into details. She would likely hate me for what I was about to do, but she could rail at me later once the deed was done, and they were out of our lives forever.
“I went from having one man penetrate me in a way no other had, to being passed around from one to the other. Sometimes, two or three of them would take me at the same time.”
Her earlier words came rushing back and I shook my head to expel them. I didn’t want to picture her with those I hated, especially to imagine her coming on their cocks like she just had done on mine. The very vision made me see red all over again.
“If I ever see another man touching what is mine, I will kill him, then fuck you in a pool of his blood.”
She might’ve thought that an idle threat, but it wasn’t. I would never allow another man to touch what I had claimed as mine. I would make any one who dared pay the ultimate price. My father had thought she was his, but I had swooped in and stolen her right out from under him. She was a shiny toy, and I didn’t tire of ones like her easily. Hell, as long as I kept experiencing the same heaven I had a few minutes ago, I’d never put her down.
“When you were having sex with my father, did you imagine their Sicilian hands all over you, Viviana? Did you think about their cocks splitting your tight holes open? Did they make you writhe in pleasure, all of which you pictured when Stefano’s old dick was pushing inside of you? Who did you picture when laying down for my father?”
“You, Nazario. I always thought of you.”
“Me, and only me?”
“Always, only you.”
I believed her, not only because I could read her body, but because it hadn’t been the first time she had said something similar.
“I want you. When I was in Taormina, I would lay with your father, but it was your touch I ached for.”
