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Nazario knew that, and there was a chance he’d rat me out, but if he did, I would make sure my death hadn’t been in vain as Donna’s had. My best friend’s father was the Mayor, and he’d been on the warpath doing anything and everything he could to expel the mafia from Napoli. It was too late for his own daughter, but not for the other countless lives either ruined or ended at the hands of the Camorra. If anyone was going to be able to bring them down, it wouldn’t be because of newly enacted laws, but rather that of someone on the inside with an ax to grind.
“Bellissima,” Stefano murmured when he finally pulled away. I glanced up into the eyes of the devil and smiled prettily at him.
Nazario was practically a spitting image of him. Where Naz’ hair was dark, his father’s was a salt and pepper gray. They both had the same sharp jaw and face, but Stefano had two eyes the same shade. They were as black as his heart, and one I hoped to plunge a stake into, someday.
“Where’s Nazario?” he asked, and I remembered him asking his son to keep an eye on me.
Stefano had grown quite protective of me over the last several months, and I suspected that it was because he knew his enemies were getting close. What he didn’t know was that his greatest one was the same woman who writhed underneath him at night, feigning heights of pleasure she only achieved when picturing his demise.
It’d been hard to get close enough to seduce him, but once I had, I pulled out all the stops. So much had happened in these last nine months, and just earlier before his son interrupted, he’d asked me to move into his estate with him. Stefano wanted to keep me in his bed, and I wanted him dead. I couldn’t have one without doing the other so I had agreed, and this time tomorrow, I would be the lady of the manor.
Nazario didn’t know about any of that and I smirked as I pictured his reaction once he found out. From what I had learned, his own mother had been killed during a strike from a rival family that the Vaccaros had annihilated afterward. Stefano was very protective of those that he considered his, and all the hard work I had put in studying him over the years was now going to be rewarded.
I had taken great pains to change my appearance. I needed to garner his attention and the night that I had was like the culmination of a dream, although not the kind I had foolishly grown up thinking about night after night. I had changed a lot since that first evening. I no longer flinched at his touch, and he was very handsy. At the moment, his hand was slowly creeping up my bare thigh. The first time, he’d removed my dress and touched me all over — even in the spots where his mouth, tongue, hands, and cock had not— I still felt him. He was very imposing, and I used all my best acting skills to pretend that I was as infatuated as him. He fucked me so many different times that night, and oftentimes very roughly. I used to wonder if Donna had experienced any of that herself before she was brutally murdered, and it would fill me with shame. That was until I remembered why I was there and doing the things I was doing. I let him choke, restrain, and beat me with his little toys.
“He had to leave,” I answered as I stepped into the arms of the enemy.
Damn, he smelled so good. That was a plus, I supposed, but he didn’t make my heart skip a beat like his son did. I had studied him as well during those years, and the things I had heard about him were even worse than the ones about his father. Still, I allowed him to touch me earlier, and my body was now craving more of him.
Just as tall as Stefano, he had that hair that made me want to grab it and pull. And those eyes. They were so different from one another, and I couldn’t decide whether I liked the brown or green one best. Those hands... that tongue... Cazzo! I was going to imagine fucking Nazario when in bed with Stefano tonight. I was the worst kind of person, or at least I used to think that I was. My parents would be rolling over in their graves if they knew what I was doing, and why. They’d never understand, though.
“No one ever will,” I muttered under my breath.
“No one will ever what, Bellissima?” Stefano asked.
I kept my smile plastered on my face as I ran my hand up his chest the same way I had his son earlier. “No one will ever know how badly I want you to fuck me right now, signore.”
He grinned at that, his pearly white teeth a direct contrast to his sun darkened skin. “Let’s do it here.”
My eyes widened at his question. “Here?” I asked.
He gave a nod, and I was about to backtrack until I saw Nazario darken the nearby doorway. I watched him as his eyes narrowed when looking at us. I turned to Stefano. “Sì!”
Stefano chuckled, the sound drawing my ire. I kept my facial expressions in check, and closed my eyes when his hand moved between my legs. He was literally going to fuck me with the very hands he used to kill countless others, and his son was watching as if I was must-see television.
“Mia puttana,” he rasped in my ear as he thrust four fingers inside of me and jerked me closer.
He might think I was his whore now, but he’d one day be my bitch, and this would all be worth it. Nothing would bring Donna back into my life, but had I actually had one since she was murdered? I already knew the answer to that, and it was a resounding “no.”
All were not the same, though. “Sì.”
Stefano’s fingers continued to move inside of me, and I was actually glad for the location because I didn’t have to cater to his vanity by pretending to be something I wasn’t. I could actually please him more by acting as if it was physically paining me to hold back. “Cazzo, Bellissima!”
He found the spot inside of me that usually helped his cause when it came to getting me off. I gripped the top of the barstool and briefly closed my eyes. I wanted to know what sex was like when it was for love, but all I had known was what it would be like to do so out of hate. It was like adrenaline, fueling me to continue this vendetta. I had worked so hard to get to this place, even if it meant getting finger-fucked in the center of a mobster’s nightclub while his son watched.
I didn’t know for sure if Nazario was still there, I only assumed that he was because my skin was aflame. Stefano’s warm breath wasn’t the reason either, even as he kissed along my neck and collarbone. His hand was moving more urgently, the sudden roughness causing pain to radiate inside of me. He got off on the misery of others so perhaps, we actually had something in common after all.
“Per favore,” I pleaded, knowing he also liked to hear me beg. In fact, that first night, he tied me up and after abusing me, he strapped a vibrating toy to me and dared me to come. I didn’t for fear that he would kill me, and I learned what both forced orgasms and orgasm denial were, and those were two more sins he’d one day pay for.
“Come for me,” Stefano finally told me, and when my eyes opened, I imagined a younger, and much broodier version of the same man, and I came as he demanded.
My breath caught in my throat as my climax gripped me in its clutches. It was so sharp and sudden, and when Stefano pulled his hands away and licked at his wet fingers, I realized it was also weakening.
I quickly focused on my breathing, and once it was controlled, I sat down on one of the barstools. Stefano wasn’t into public displays so I knew there was no chance of him asking me to repay for the deed, but that would all change once I got to the place that I would now be calling home. Knowing that, I motioned for the bartender and when he stopped in front of me, I turned and looked over my shoulder at Stefano. As if he knew what I wanted, he looked at the bartender.
“My Bellissima will take a Merlot.” I had needed something stronger, but deciding to take what I was allowed for now, I turned back around and smiled at him.
He moved down the bar and returned with a bottle and glass. Seconds later, I looked down into the glass, gave it a swirl, then practically gulped it down. Much to my chagrin, Stefano stayed right there with me the rest of the night, and he only allowed me another glass before he wanted to leave for the night.
