Brando

by Marita A. Hansen

  Although his mind was screaming at him not to, he sucked it in.

  She groaned. “I never dreamed I could have you,” she said, breathing heavily. “You were always out of my league—out of everyone’s league. You’re beyond perfect.” She removed her thumb from his mouth and glanced down at his cock. “But I think you lied when you said I was perfect.”

  “I didn’t,” he replied.

  “Then why are you soft?”

  “My brother—”

  She grabbed his cock, squeezing the life out of it. “You need to concentrate on me, not him!”

  Vinnie yelled out, his eyes bulging.

  She let go. “I’m sorry, Vincenzo, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You just make me lose control.”

  He ran his hand over his sore cock, massaging it.

  She looked down at his hand. “Yeah, keep doing that. It’ll get you hard in no time.” She unzipped her gown and stepped out of it, her body voluptuous and beautiful. She placed the dress over a chair and unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. “These should help, too,” she said, cupping her huge tits. “Touch them.”

  Vinnie ran his right hand over them, his anger and frustration building up more and more. She was making him feel like a puttano—a whore, only there for her pleasure. Or worse, a sex slave, because he knew if he didn’t escape, she was going to turn him into one.

  “Good boy. Maybe I should give you another treat,” she said, as though he was a fucking dog, doing tricks for her. “Kneel in front of me and remove my panties.”

  Vinnie forced himself to his knees. He gripped onto her lacy white panties and pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them, keeping her stilettos on. He went to stand up.

  She placed a hand on his head, stopping him. “Stay.”

  He stared up at her, not daring to look at her pussy, afraid she was going to tell him to lick it. Although she was physically stunning, all he could see was ugliness. For the first time he understood why Dominic called some beautiful women ugly, their personalities tainting their looks.

  Irene smiled. “You’re giving me a power rush, Vincenzo. You there on your knees, looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes.” She shivered. “This has to be a dream.” She stroked his hair. “Rise now.”

  He pushed up, his muscles flexing, aching to grab hold of her and tear her in two.

  Irene looked down at his cock, anger yet again coloring her features. “Why aren’t you hard?!”

  “I told you, I can’t get hard in front of my brother,” nor you, you crazy cunt.

  She glared at him. “Or you can’t because you want that cheating gypsy puttana. Miko told me what Gemma Balak did with Brando. She isn’t worthy of your love. I am!” She pointed to the bed. “Go lie down.”

  Worried over the mention of his ex, he walked over and lay down on the bed, Irene jealous enough to hurt her.

  “I don’t know why you look so concerned over that vile woman,” Irene spat, “especially after she slept with your brother. Do you still love her?”

  Vinnie remained silent, knowing he would always love Gemma, regardless of what she’d done.

  Irene grimaced. “You do, don’t you?”

  “No,” Vinnie lied, knowing she would probably hurt Gemma if he said yes.

  She smiled. “That’s good to hear, cheaters are the lowest kind of people. I heard she broke your heart. I want to mend it by righting her wrong.” Her eyes moved to the muscular soldier by the door. “Get the woman.”

  “No!” Panicked, Vinnie shot off the bed, intending on stopping him.

  “Vincenzo!” Irene yelled.

  He stopped in his tracks; the realization of what he’d done hitting him. His eyes snapped to Miko. The soldier was unsheathing his knife. Fearful for Brando, Vinnie went for Miko.

  Miko whipped his gun around, pointing it at Vinnie’s face. “Don’t move another step!”

  Vinnie stopped a few feet from him. “I won’t do anything as long as you don’t hurt my brother.”

  “You don’t get a say, Santini.”

  He spread his arms. “Then fucking kill me! ’Cause I’m not letting you hurt Brando every time I fuck up!”

  Irene placed a hand on his shoulder. Vinnie spun around, making her jerk back. “Calm down, Vincenzo,” she said, looking startled. “As long as you lie down, I won’t punish Brando—”

  “—or Gemma.”

  “I promise, just lie down; you’re scaring me.”

  “You’re scared? I’m the fucking captive!”

  “Which is why you need to stop shouting and do as you’re told.”

  He stepped closer to her. “What will you do if I don’t? Kill Brando? You’re gonna anyway, you said as much, and once you do, you might as well cuff me permanently otherwise I’ll snap your neck.” He placed his hand on her slender neck, so close to doing it ... wanting to, needing to ... but knowing Miko would kill him and Brando if he did.

  She shivered, the crazy bitch looking like his threat had turned her on. “Okay, Miko won’t kill Brando—just as long as you get on the bed.”

  “Or Gemma.”

  “No one will get hurt if you do as you’re told.”

  He let go of her neck and lay down on the bed.

  Irene headed for Miko. “Give me your gun and knife,” she said, holding out her hands.

  Miko handed them over, his eyes moving to her breasts.

  “Eyes on my face or I’ll cut them out!” she barked at him.

  His eyes shot up. “La prego, signora, mi perdoni,” he said, begging for forgiveness.

  “Just cuff Vincenzo to the bed while I watch Brando.” Her gaze moved to Vinnie. “I promise not to hurt him as long as you don’t fight my soldato. Once you’re cuffed, I will move away from Brando.”

  Vinnie looked up at Miko as the soldier grabbed a cuff. Knowing he had little choice, he lay still, allowing Miko to cuff him. Once Vinnie was secured, Miko returned to Irene, retrieving his gun and knife from her.

  Footsteps approached the room, pulling Vinnie’s attention to the door. Gemma was shoved through it. She fell to the floor, crying out as her hands and knees connected with it. Vinnie yelled out and yanked on the cuffs, cursing the soldier who’d done it, the man entering the room a second after Gemma.

  “Vincenzo!” Irene snapped. “Be quiet before I hurt her.”

  His eyes snapped to her. “You promised you wouldn’t.”

  “Only to get you under control, so be careful what you say next.” She pointed at Gemma, who was sobbing on the floor. “And I don’t understand why you show such concern for a cheating puttana. You didn’t deserve to be betrayed so callously.”

  “It happened a long time ago,” Vinnie said.

  “Yet, you only just found out. Don’t tell me it didn’t hurt you.”

  His eyes went to Gemma, who was now staring at him, her emerald eyes filled with tears. “It hurt more than you know.”

  Irene made a derisive sound. “I’ve experienced more pain than you can ever imagine, so stop being an imbecille and see the puttana for what she really is: a weak and worthless creature, who doesn’t deserve to kiss the ground you walk on.”

  “If she’s so worthless, then let her go. I’m married to you now, while she’s married to Milan Balak, has been for years. Her being here is of no use to you.”

  “It is when you could be thinking about her while we’re together. But if she’s dead—”

  “No! You promised not to kill her!”

  Irene smiled. “I promised, but my soldati didn’t.”

  Vinnie yanked at the cuffs. “You can’t do this! Not if you want me! I will fight you all the way if you harm her.”

  “Her being alive will harm me more.”

  “How? You just said she’s worthless. Christ! I haven’t even slept with her. I’ve had literally thousands of women, yet you’re concerned with someone I knew ten years ago?”

  “Because you love her. You should love me, not this lying, cheating puttana,” she sa
id, pointing at Gemma. “I’ve literally killed for you. I even ordered the destruction of her village.”

  His eyes widened. “Why? They had nothing to do with me. They’re innocents.”

  “No, they’re seducers like Gemma, using their looks to prey on people. Well, I’ve put a stop to it. Now, they’re either dead or sex slaves.” A knock on the door made her turn her head. “Enter!”

  A soldier entered with Gemma’s daughter. She cried out and ran for her mother. Gemma wrapped her arms around the little girl, someone who she’d been willing to give up for Vinnie. His stomach turned, again remembering why he shouldn’t love Gemma, and why he should purge her from his mind. She wasn’t the person he once knew—if he ever really knew her. But his heart was fighting his brain, leaving him confused and fearing for her life.

  Irene snatched a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her body. “Why did you bring the child here? I didn’t ask for her,” she said, glaring at the soldier.

  “My apologies, signora, I thought you wanted her.”

  “Well, I don’t. This is no place for a child. Remove her.”

  The man grabbed the girl. Gemma’s daughter latched onto her mother tighter, screaming as the soldier tried to detach her. He hit her across the head, causing the girl to cry out.

  Brando hollered, “Don’t touch her!” He started going ballistic, pulling on his restraints.

  Irene’s eyes moved to the soldier. “There’s no need to hit the child. You’re over twice her size. You should be able to control her without resorting to violence.”

  The soldier nodded, again apologizing.

  Irene flicked a hand. “Take her out.”

  The soldier went for the girl again, managing to detach her this time. He carried the kicking and screaming child out of the room, the muscular soldier closing the door behind them.

  Irene dropped the sheet and walked over to Vinnie. Keeping her eyes on Gemma, she ran her hand down his body. “Do you still want my husband?”

  Gemma remained silent.

  “Answer me!”

  Gemma jolted, then nodded.

  “Miko told me you did. But, puttana, I own this beautiful body now, not you.” She climbed onto Vinnie’s cock and started rocking against him. “I bet you want to do this to him.”

  Gemma squeezed her eyes shut.

  “Open your eyes!”

  Gemma shook her head, a sob breaking free.

  “Last warning, open your eyes or your daughter will die.”

  Gemma opened them, her tear-filled gaze going to Vinnie’s face.

  Irene leaned down and kissed Vinnie, trying to stick her tongue inside his mouth. Vinnie kept his mouth closed, feeling both sickened and humiliated.

  Pulling back, Irene slapped his face. “Open your mouth!”

  Vinnie opened it. Irene leaned down again and stuck her tongue down his throat. After a minute, she finally broke the kiss and climbed off him, heading for Gemma.

  She bobbed down in front of her. “Only my lips will touch Vincenzo’s, while only my cousin’s lips will touch your husband’s. You have lost everything.”

  Gemma spat at Irene’s face. Irene yelled out, slapping her in retaliation. Gemma screamed and went for her, knocking Irene backwards. The soldier, who’d brought Gemma in, pulled a gun on her. Gemma scrambled off Irene, her fearful gaze locked on the gun.

  Irene pushed to her feet, her face furious. “Beg for your life!”

  Gemma went to her knees. “Oprostite!”

  “What did you say?!”

  “I said sorry. Please forgive me, I just love Vincenzo more than anything in the world, and if it weren’t for Brando, he would be my husband, not yours.”

  Irene scowled at her. “I love him too, and will do anything to keep him, so take one last look at my husband, because you won’t be seeing him ever again.”

  Gemma’s eyes went to Vinnie. “Please say you forgive me, Vincenzo, all I’ve ever wanted was you. I’ve thought about you every single day since we parted.” She started sobbing again. “I just need your forgiveness, because I can’t live with you hating me anymore.”

  “I don’t hate you.” Vinnie breathed out, Gemma getting to him. “I wish I did, but I don’t.”

  “Do you still love me?”

  Vinnie remained silent.

  “He does,” Irene answered for him.

  Gemma cried out. Despite her dire situation and the tears coursing down her cheeks, she was smiling. “If we weren’t here, in this position, would you be with me again?” she asked, her emerald eyes begging for a yes.

  “No.”

  Her face dropped. “Why not?” Gemma pointed at Irene. “She said you love me. Or was it a cruel lie?”

  “Love isn’t the issue, trust is.” His attention moved to Irene as she walked behind Gemma, the woman’s expression full of hate. His eyes widened at what she was holding, something he hadn’t see her get, Gemma distracting him. He screamed out, “She has a knife!”

  Gemma went to move away from her, but it was too late. Irene whipped the knife across Gemma’s throat, slicing it open. Vinnie went nuts, yanking and pulling on the cuffs, yelling at Irene, crying for Gemma, shock and horror taking over as he watched Gemma collapse to the floor.

  “Take the trash out!” Irene snapped at the soldiers.

  “Get your hands off her!” Vinnie yelled, jerking about, making the bedposts creak and the canopy above his head shake.

  “Stop it, Vincenzo!” Irene barked.

  “NO! I hate you, I fucking despise you! I hope you rot in Hell, you vicious, murderous porca!” He continued to yank on the cuffs, unable to think logically, grief fueling his actions.

  The soldiers carried Gemma out of the room. Vinnie screamed at them, letting out all his bottled-up emotions, everything he’d held in for the past decade, all his prayers and dreams shattered. Ten years he’d longed for a woman he could never have, longed for someone who was now dead because of him. He didn’t know how to cope with it, his mind overwhelmed.

  Irene walked up to him, pulling his attention to her. He directed all his rage and grief at her, cursing her with every foul thing he could think of, even bringing up her parents’ deaths, just wanting her to fucking kill him, his mind beyond reason. She slapped his face, but it didn’t stop him from spewing hateful words at her. She slapped him again, which only resulted in him yelling louder, the emotional pain far outweighing the physical hurt.

  She snapped at one of the soldiers, “Gag him! NOW!”

  The man grabbed a ball-gag out of a drawer and went to put it in Vinnie’s mouth. Vinnie yanked his head from side to side, no longer in control of himself. Another soldier grabbed his head, locking it in place. The first soldier punched him in the stomach hard, making him gasp and stop fighting. The man quickly stuffed the gag into Vinnie’s mouth, while the other soldier tied the straps behind Vinnie’s head.

  Irene barked at the soldiers to move out of her way. She stepped forward as they retreated, her glare locked onto Vinnie. “You’ve ruined our wedding night, you selfish bastardo!”

  He glared back, shooting so much hate at her she flinched.

  “Why do you have to be like this?!” She indicated to her body. “I’m gorgeous now. You should want me.” Her eyes moved to his cock. “Yet you don’t, and all because of that disgusting woman. Well, she’s fucking dead! Now all you have is me, and since you refuse to capitulate, I’m going to turn you into a fucking puttano.” She turned to the closest soldier. “Give me the injection.”

  The man removed a syringe and vial from the same drawer he’d gotten the gag from. He handed it to Irene, who filled the syringe with the vial’s contents. She handed the empty vial back and sat down next to Vinnie, grabbing his cock. Vinnie started thrashing about again.

  “Hold him down!” she snapped.

  Soldiers rushed forward, putting their hands all over Vinnie, pressing him to the mattress. Brando yelled from the cross, screaming at them not to hurt Vinnie. Ignoring him, Irene stre
tched Vinnie’s cock against his thigh and injected the needle into his shaft. Vinnie yelled into the gag, the pain blindsiding him. Irene removed the needle and handed the syringe to a soldier. Vinnie panted out the pain, shock setting in again. The soldiers let go of him and moved away, leaving only Irene by his side.

  She brushed his hair back. “Sssh, it won’t hurt for long, everything will be all right soon.”

  He jerked his head to the side, not wanting her touching him—ever.

  “I didn’t do it to hurt you. That injection will make your cock hard so we can make love.”

  He yelled into the gag, “Vaffanculo!” his fuck you muffled, but still decipherable.

  Anger flashed across her eyes. “Sì, I will fuck you.” She grabbed his cheeks and lowered her face to his. “Because, Vincenzo ... until you learn to act like a husband, you’ll be treated like a whore.” A nasty smile pulled at her lips. “And right now, I have need of your services.” She let go of his face and climbed onto him.

  33

  Brando closed his eyes, unable to watch what Irene was doing to Vinnie. He’d yelled and screamed at her to get off his brother, but it had done no good. Instead, she’d laughed at him, the woman completely crazy.

  “Open your eyes,” Miko whispered.

  Brando kept them closed.

  The soldier placed his lips next to Brando’s ear. “If you don’t open your eyes I will kill your daughter.”

  Brando’s eyes shot open. “If you do I’ll kill you.”

  “You won’t get a chance, you’ll be dead soon, so watch your brother get fucked like a puttano.”

  Brando’s gaze moved to Irene. She was now on top of Vinnie, riding his brother’s cock, while Vinnie bucked at her, trying to get her off him. But instead of discouraging Irene, all it did was excite her more.

  Brando’s attention shifted to the blood staining the carpet—where Gemma had died. “This is sick,” he said, his fury barely contained. He didn’t give a fuck that Gemma was dead. What he cared about was what the bitch’s death had done to Vinnie, his brother’s agony almost tangible.