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I pressed my mouth to her trembling lips, then lightly squeezed her throat. I traced her lips with my tongue, before pulling a hairsbreadth away from her again. I dropped my other hand between her legs, and although I knew she wanted to squeeze them closed, she didn’t. When my fingers moved inside of her thong, I heard her sharp intake of breath. To her credit, she didn’t moan, but she would.Soon.
“You’re mine, Viviana, and I will never stop protecting you from friend, foe, or our own internal demons. I won’t live without you, and you damn sure won’t live without me.” I inserted a second and third finger inside of her, and this time, she let out a small whimper. I continued to stroke her as my mouth skated over her cheek. Tonguing the shell of her ear, I then nibbled my way down her chin, before raising my head to look into her eyes. “If I, or a future with me, is not motivation enough to live, then...”
I pulled a knife out from my back pocket and flipped it open, then placed it in her hand. “If it’s not enough, then kill us both.”
She didn’t take it, instead she let out an anguished cry the moment the metal clanged onto the ground below. I swooped in and fused my mouth to hers. I kissed her with all the emotion swirling inside of me while fingering her to an orgasm. The moment she shattered, I pulled my hand away and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans while never breaking off the kiss. I swallowed her cries, and finally pulled away when I lifted her off of her feet.
Seconds later, I thrust to the hilt inside of her and stilled. Both of us were raggedly breathing, but I wiped her sweaty locks out of her face. “I can’t fight it, and neither can you,” I told her. “We’re destined to be. This is destined to be...”
She hiccuped once or twice on her sob, before finally speaking. “I hate you so fucking much.”
I grinned. “And I hate you too, Viviana.”
She let out a laugh this time, then reached behind me so she could draw my head closer. “I’ve always hated you.”
I ran my tongue along her lips. “Ditto.” I pressed my mouth to hers briefly, then pulled away. “And I always will. There’s no one else for me but you. It’s always only been you.”
I kissed her again, then began to move inside of her. As she clung to me, I drove into her. I could strip her naked later and make this so much better for her, but I was driven by this desperate need to claim her, and in this place where I first found her. I slammed into her tight pussy, the muffled mewling of hers and the slapping of our bodies together being the only ones audible in this alley. It didn’t take long for me to come, and my orgasm triggered another within her.
When I remembered the jet on the runway, I reluctantly pulled out of her. I righted her panties, then set her back onto her feet. She was still visibly affected by what had just happened between us. I saw her look between me and the spot I had just found her in. She opened her mouth once or twice to say something, and I nodded.
She found her voice. “It’s time for us to go. I’ve gotten all the closure I will ever get.”
I grabbed my knife, along with her things on the ground, then followed her into the hotel. We took the stairwell and once we got all of her belongings from the room, I led her to my car. We headed straight to the hangar, and an hour later, the aircraft had taken off and she was back in my arms where she belonged, and where she would always be.
EPILOGUE - VIVIANA
SIX MONTHS LATER - NAPLES, ITALY
I squared my shoulders and held my head high as I stood in the threshold. Nazario was about a hundred feet away from me, waiting for me to join him at the altar of our unholiest union. He’d once told me I had to marry his father, but I had taken actions into my own hands, and now eight long months later, I was prepared to stand in front of everyone and take my rightful place upon his throne. I glanced over at the empty space beside me and knew Stefano was there somehow. I had no father to walk me down the aisle, but I didn’t need one. I had the ghost of another, and feeling as if I was digging the knife deeper into his deadly heart and twisting the blade filled me such satisfaction.
After Stefano was murdered at the hands of his own son, Nazario told me I would be his wife. The Don liked to fuck me, and I had thought the sexual pleasure would be enough, but as I slowly walked toward my fate, I saw something else in his expression. When I finally reached him, I saw the love he had for me shining brightly in each of his multicolored eyes. I also saw the promise of something more, especially when his intense gaze swept down my red dress. It was strapless, and tight. So tight that my breasts threatened to spill out over the top of the corset-like bodice. The lace and jeweled garment nipped in my already slender waist, meeting the silky skirt which flowed over my hips like a silken waterfall.
Nazario murmured something, but I didn’t need to hear what it was because his face spoke volumes. He returned his gaze to mine, and I smiled, not for a show to the masses gathered to watch us, or at him because I was plotting something in my mind, but because of him and this day. Gloriously happy, I refused to think of all we’d gone through together because I wouldn’t upset myself at my own wedding. He must’ve known where my thoughts had momentarily gone because he picked up my hand, unprovoked, and brought it to his lips.
Between the dress, the humidity outside, and my own nerves, I was slightly trembling. His mouth was warm on my flesh, and as his tongue swept over my dampened skin, I knew it was a warning as to what would come once we said our sacred vows. Tonight, my king would have his queen at his side, then we would leave and make love on our altar for the rest of the evening. I was slightly wet thinking about the afterparty. The guests would be partying at the reception, but not us. Ours would be much more private, and a simple continuation to what we already did every chance we got. Both insatiable, neither of us could keep our hands off of the other. Sex had once been a means to an end, but it’d never been that with him. I experienced true, earth-shattering pleasure in this man’s arms, and I would now have it for the rest of my days.
“If you keep looking at me like that…” he whispered as he leaned in close to me.
Like what?I mouthed.
He grinned. “I’ll fuck you right here for the entire city to see.”
I gasped, and knew he would, too. After all, he had taken me on the bar in his club a few different times since returning from New York City. I quickly wiped my face off any wicked thoughts because this was our wedding and I wanted at least this part of it to be traditional. Nothing in my world had turned out to be, but I could write my own narrative and not have to depend on others to help me along the way.
The marriage officiant cleared his throat, so we both tore our gazes away from one another and turned toward him. I’d never been overly religious, and I doubted that Nazario had, but the sacrament of marriage was still conducted by the priest. Our vows came next and we chose to keep to the standard ones. The nuptial blessing soon followed, then my groom pulled me into his arms and sealed the deal.
His mouth came down hard on mine and he kissed me until I was breathless, then I found myself being dragged down the aisle as rice rained down on us. I could barely keep up in my long heels, but thankfully our destination wasn’t too far. When we made it to our bedroom, he slammed the door behind us. Seconds later, he was unzipping my skirt and it slid down my legs and pooled at my feet.
I was now in just my corset and a damp thong. He swept me up into his arms and carried me over to the desk. After setting me atop it, he quickly removed his tuxedo which was partially a shame because he looked so damn good in it. He also looked damn good out of it, and I drank in his hard, inked muscle and saw his long, thick cock bob against his belly as he moved closer. He sat down in front of me, and I used my palms to brace myself upright.
“Amore mio,” he murmured as he slipped his hand under the waistband of my thong. I rose up slightly to allow him to pull them off, then watched on as he used his teeth to finish what his fingers had started.
“Nazario,” I cried out as his mouth skimmed up the inside of one thigh and down the other, denying me the place I needed to feel him the most.
He’d once told me how perfect I was for him. My masochistic nature called to his sadistic one, so it was no surprise that he would choose to torture me with tenderness on our wedding day. I loved when he would brutalize my body during sex. I used to think I needed pain during sex to come, but I realized I simply just wanted it when it came to him. He awakened things in me no one else ever had, and when he finally buried his head between my legs, I spread them open as much as I could.
I could hear his mouth on my wet flesh, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. His mouth and that tongue... “Cazzo!” I whispered, especially when he thrust three fingers into me. He pulled his head away momentarily, and when our eyes met, his were already black. His fingers began to move as he wasted no time in finding my spot and attacking it with precision. My mouth opened in a silent cry as he pressed down on my clit with the pad of his thumb.
