by V Domino
I look into the eyes of my uncle and feel absolutely no love or remorse. I don’t feel pity or sympathy for him, but when I look at my woman and see the unfiltered jubilation, I feel pride.
“You know how it’s done. Your truth will give you a quick end, your lies will give us pieces of you. Your choice. Now, where is Luca Romano?” I demand Adriano.
“You fucking think I’ll—AHHHHH!”
Sia wiggles the knife on his thigh.
“That’s your bone I’m scraping, isn’t it? I wonder if I can carve my name into it without removing the skin first.” She talks in a breathy sort of way like she’s actually turned on by this. Can’t say I blame her. Watching this side of her is a turn-on like nothing else.
That is, until she says her next words and then I’m pissed off all over again.
“You know I carved up a woman once when I was sixteen. I was sleeping on a park bench and a depraved homeless woman thought it was okay to try and smother me so she could have my belongings. She couldn’t steal them while I slept, no, she wanted to watch my life seep from my eyes, but she didn’t get the chance to. As soon as I felt that disgusting rag touch my face, I slammed this blade”—she twists the switchblade in his ribs—“into her bony thigh. When she fell back screaming, I grabbed the bat I had and beat her until I ran out of breath. I never knew if she woke up again because after I spent thirty minutes cutting off her fingers, I left her there in a pool for her own blood. So, if you think I don’t have the fucking gumption”—the knife in his thigh digs a little deeper while he screams—“to torture the information out of you, think again, motherfucker.”
God, this woman is my whole world.
She’s my wolf in sheep’s clothing.
My angel of death.
“If I were you, I’d start talking, Papa.” Tommy sneers. “Seems this little girl is going to have fun avenging her parents if you don’t.”
“You’ll stand there and let her do this to me? I raised you boys. I married your mamma and kept a roof over your ungrateful heads!”
“You killed our father, you fucking bastardo! Fuck you! Start fucking talking, stronzo!” Peter is vibrating with emotion and is now the one being held back by my father and a couple of other men.
“Speak now or so help me I’ll watch as Anastasia peels off your fucking face!” My father threatens. His thirst for revenge knows no bounds when it comes to betrayal.
That is why he rules this empire.
“Luca is planning on going to Medusa’s in a couple of weeks. I found this information when he left a comment on the Medusa Facebook page. He goes by Lucian DeLuca.”
Anastasia immediately removes her switchblade, but Adriano doesn’t get a chance to feel relief because she stabs him four times in his lower back in quick succession.
“Four stabs in the back for the backstabbing bastard who murdered my family and Mr. Franco. I’ll let the men take care of you for now but just remember, un Romano a estrarre il primo sangue, Zio. It was a Romano that drew first blood, Uncle.”
She leans over and gives me a wink and walks to my father.
She tips her head down and says, “Grazie, Don.” And with a soft smile to Tommy and Peter, she hands over the knife she used on Adriano’s thigh. “I’m sorry for you and your family’s suffering, cousins.”
“Don’t apologize for his wrongdoing, principessa. We’ll make sure he pays for his crimes. Just find your brother, yeah?” When Sia walks to the door after giving my father a kiss to the cheek, I let Marco take my spot and go to follow her out.
I need to be with my girl right now.
I stop in front of my father on my way.
“Go, figlio, go be with your woman. I’ll keep this prick on ice for you. We’ll find out what plan he set in motion and we’ll squash it.”
With a nod I walk out into the hallway, closing the door behind me.
Looks like the basement will be getting a new resident tonight.
I practically ran to our room to find Sia. I’m expecting her to be looking through her phone, trying to find her brother, but instead I hear her sweet raspy voice singing a song I’ve never heard.
Your touch is phantom,
Phantom.
Your words are ghosting,
Ghosting.
Did you know you’d only have me for a moment?
A breath of time?
A short while to give your kisses?
A moment to love me?
Her voice breaks as she sings to her parents. She’s angry and rightly so, but when she sees me standing in the doorway, she gives me a watery smile that kills me. “He killed them, Gavi. He took my parents away from me because my mother fell in love with someone else. He sentenced me and my brother to a life of pain because she didn’t look at him the way she did my father.” Her voice is filled with heartbreaking sorrow.
I go to her and wrap her in my arms. Her hands are covered in dry blood, but I don’t care. I hold her close and softly quote one of our favorite E.A.P poems. “‘I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.’”
She looks up at me with tears rolling and quotes the rest, “‘That years of love have been forgotten in the hatred of a minute.’”
“Exactly, amore. You can’t do much about the past, but we can make sure your life honors your parents. We can make sure that for the rest of our minutes we’ll spend it with love and honor for your parents. We know where Luca is and we’ll bring him home too.”
She stands on the tips of her toes and kisses me. When I deepen the kiss and push my tongue into her sinful mouth, I hear her moan. Her tears coat her lips and add a saltiness to her ginger.
When she starts to kiss and nip along my jaw, I lift her and wrap her legs around my waist while walking us to the bathroom so we can shower.
I hear her whispered words, “I want you, Gavriel.”
Fuck yes.
“Let’s shower, hmm?” I set her down and reach around her to set the shower’s temperature. When I’m done, I begin unbuttoning her shirt. She watches me as I remove the clothing and unclasp her red lace bra and lean down to swirl my tongue around one plum-colored nipple while working her jeans.
“Mmmm.” She moans out when I bite down on the puckered point. I can’t quite explain my love of her kinkiness. She’s an enigma, one I will gladly spend my life trying to figure out. She surprises me at every turn and keeps me guessing.
I let go of her nipple and slide her pants and panties down while she holds on to my shoulders to step out of them. I come back up and she pulls me into a fevered kiss while trying to pull my clothes off. She fumbles with the buttons of my dress shirt, so I grab it and pull it apart, ruining the material but never breaking the kiss. She undoes my belt and quickly drops to her knees, pulling my pants down but leaving my boxer briefs in place.
I groan when she runs her nose and mouth up my covered cock. “Oh, fuck, baby. See how you make me feel? I’m the hardest I’ve ever been, because of you, amore.”
She notices her blood covered hands when she tries to pull my briefs down and stands back up, “Let’s shower so you can show me how I make you feel.” The way she says it, fuck me, I think I could blow my load with just her raspy voice alone.
I pull my briefs off and quickly pick her up. She laughs and begins kissing my neck and jaw, leaving marks as she goes. I’ll wear her marks proudly and I plan to leave a few of my own on her unmarked body. I stand her up under the spray and grab the body wash and begin cleaning her while she does the same to me.
Having her slick hands running through my hair while my hands slide down to her ass has me ready to fuck her up against the tiles, but I don’t want her first time to be in the shower. That doesn’t mean I can’t make sure she’s feeling good. Right?
I run my fingers through her ass cheeks and hear her soft moan. Oh yes, I’ll have her ass soon. I can easily feel her bare pussy in this position but even still, I need a taste. I let the water wash off the soap in my hair and drop to my knees. I kiss he
r from hip to hip and dip my tongue in her navel. I nip and lick my way down to her pubic bone and listen to her sounds. I swear that God paid special attention to her voice while making her.
She makes the sweetest mewls and squeaks that I’ve ever heard. Her moans and hisses live on a repeat in my head. I don’t even need to record the sounds to hear them; everything about her is burned into my mind.
When she runs her fingers through my hair and pulls the strands I dive into her pussy. I lick her from anus to clit after lifting her thigh up onto my shoulder.
“Oh, fuck yes, Gavriel.” Did I mention she has a foul mouth? I fucking love it.
I growl, sending the vibrations to her clit as I suck it into my mouth and lightly nibble on it. When I slip my thumb into her pussy, she loses it and falls off that cliff I drove her to. She screams out her release and rocks against my face until she slowly comes back down from the euphoric high. I stand up and turn off the shower then wrap a towel around her.
When she gives me a sassy look that asks that’s it? I pick her up bridal style and say, “I’m not even close to being done, baby. Tonight, I’m claiming you. Tonight, you become mine forever.”
She looks me right in the eye, no hesitation, and says, “I was already yours, Gavi. The night I sang to you is the night I became yours.”
“E sono diventato tuo, amore mio. And I became yours, my love,” I tell her as I carry her back to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. “I’ve been with no one else since that night, Anastasia. You’ve been in my mind ever since, but only recently I’ve learned you’ve been in my heart too. I know it’s soon and maybe it feels rushed for you, but for me I know what I want and how I feel.” Taking a deep breath, I tell her the truth. I’ve made my choice and like a Renzetti, I stand by my choices with fucking pride.
“I love you, Anastasia Romano. I was captured by your beauty and talent when I first saw you singing online, but I think I began to love you when you scoffed at my question behind Medusa’s.”
She smiles and chuckles a little but then her face sobers. I’m ready for her to tell me that it’s too soon for her and to be honest, that’s fine with me. I’ll gladly wait for her to catch up, but there is no way in hell she’s leaving my side.
Never.
“I’ve never cared to find love. I never thought it would find me either and I was okay with that. I lived eighteen years without it and I knew I’d continue surviving alone.” She takes a deep breath and I’m about to tell her she doesn’t need to say it back to spare my feelings, but she opens her mouth and sets me afire.
“But then one night a man called my boss and made a reservation to come see me sing, demanding that I take his requests. When he watched me sing, I felt it in my bones. When his eyes scanned my body, I felt it like a caress and when he spoke to me, I felt it in my heart. I’ve loved you since that day, Gavriel Renzetti, and I always will.”
I’m on her then, kissing her mouth down to her neck, leaving my own marks. I can’t wait any longer, so I remove the towel and lie between her legs. She wraps her arms around my neck and spreads her legs farther, fitting to me easily. The heat coming from her sweet pussy wraps around my cock in the most erotic way, but when she lifts her pelvis up and rubs herself on me, it’s like a branding iron without the pain.
She’s rubbing her juices on me and I’ll be damned if there’s any other sensation in the world that can compare to this.
Instead of slamming my dick into her like I want to I slide my hand down to get her close to that cliff again. “I’ll need to use my fingers to stretch you open first. You’re slick enough, but I don’t want to add more pain.”
She bites on her lip and nods. I know the pain for a woman during her first time can be excruciating, but I’ll take my time with her and make sure she’s okay before each move.
“I won’t do anything you can’t take, okay, bella? I promise you.”
“I trust you,” she says but doesn’t add more because I slowly slide one finger in her channel while I rub her clit with the heel of my hand. I stop when my finger touches her virginal barrier then slowly bring my finger out. Now that I know how deep I can go, I pick up the pace. Her moaned “yes” tells me she’s not in pain, so I add another finger. She hisses but continues riding my hand. I suck and bite along her collarbone and breasts until her walls begin to clamp down on my fingers, letting me know she’s close.
“That’s right, bella, cum on my hand. Let me watch you fall apart.”
Fall apart she does. I love how responsive she is to me. Before her walls stop pulsating, I pull my fingers free and bring my cock to her entrance. I rub the tip of my shaft through her folds and the powerful sensation has my eyes rolling.
“Fuck,” I hiss out.
“That feels so good, bello,” Sia says as she runs her hands up my sides and pulls me closer.
“Fuck me, Gavriel,” she whispers.
Those three words are responsible for my next actions. I line myself up with her opening and watch her mouth open on a silent scream as I slam balls deep on my first thrust; it’s all I can do to keep from cumming right then. She feels so damn good, so fucking perfect. I never want to pull out. If I could stay in this pussy for the rest of my life I would.
I kiss her and wait for her to get accommodated to my girth and length.
“Are you okay, amore? Do you want to stop?”
“No, I’m fine. It only burned for a moment.”
Even still, I wait for her to start moving. After about thirty seconds she sucks my tongue into her mouth and starts to move her hips. Slowly I pull out of her and slide back in. Encouraged by her sounds, I pick up the pace and begin pistoning my hips while sucking where her neck curves to her shoulder. She’s rocking with me, meeting me for each thrust while leaving scratches down my back. She feels so fucking good. Like a warm blanket on a cold night.
A fireplace keeping me warm.
I stand up to my knees and grip her hips hard enough to leave bruises, using them as leverage to angle her so I can hit her G-spot. I watch her tits bouncing and her abs flexing.
Her dark hair is fanned out around her head and strands managed to cross over her face. Her skin flushed and marked.
She’s heaven.
“Faster, Gavriel,” she says as she pinches her nipples.
I lift her legs up and lay her calves on my shoulder. This angle allows me to go deeper while hitting the bundle of nerves deep inside her pussy. I groan when I feel the tingling sensation in my lower spine and my balls draw up, ready for release. Sia’s sweet pussy starts gipping my cock tighter, making my pumps become choppy and erratic.
Her screams let me know she’s fallen over the cliff. “Oh, yesss, Gavriel!”
I find my release right then, pumping into oblivion as dots dance in my vision. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I’ve never cum so hard in my life.
Rope after rope fills her womb while she continues milking me for all I’m worth. I pump a few more times before letting her legs down to either side of me and run my hands up her ribs, pushing her breasts together, and run my tongue between them. I kiss her neck and corner of her mouth before pulling out of her, flopping on my back.
She rolls to her side, facing me so she can run her fingers across my chest, over my tattoo. I grab her hand and bring it up to my lips.
“I meant what I said, amore. I love you and there’s no turning back for me.”
She looks a little put off by that. “What, you think I didn’t believe you? That I didn’t mean my words either or that I was talking out of lust, without thought?” She tries to pull her hand from mine, but I grip it tighter.
“No. I don’t think that, but I am a made man. I have blood on my hands and will continue to have deaths on my belt. Soon I will be the boss, as my father is, and will continue to make money illegally.” I stop, weighing my next words because I have never openly talked to anyone, outside of my family, about how we make money.
But I have to tell her. I want her
to know the man she’s involved with. I want her to know all my secrets because here, La Nostra Cosa, This Thing of Ours, comes with a price. This life isn’t easy or clean. Money must keep moving at all times and oaths must be held on the highest pedestal.
“My family and I make money and power in drugs, guns, extortion, gambling... and women.”
Narrowing her eyes, she asks, “What do you mean women? Like you kidnap innocent women and use them for the sex trade?”
She’s pissed and looks ready to cut my balls off.
“No. That is not what I mean. We would never do that and anyone caught doing such a thing will be dealt with immediately. What I mean is that I, my brothers, and father own strip clubs and underground sex clubs along with high-class escorts. These women work for us willingly and they are free to leave when their contracts are up, but most don’t because the money is too good. Drake is the one who manages this area of the famiglia. They’re well taken care of and have regular checkups and drug tests. We make sure the men who seek these women out treat them correctly. Any harm one commits to one of the workers will also be dealt with right away.”
Sia leans down and says, “Okay, I can deal with death, drugs, guns, and really anything else, but I’ll never be okay with forcing women or children to do anything against their will and I will happily kill anyone who disagrees with that. But, Gavriel, do not doubt my words. I love you and I plan on being with you for as long as I’m alive. Please, do not doubt me or think that I speak loosely. Treat me and trust me as I do you.”
Sounds good to me and the fire in her eyes has my cock waking again for round two.
I’ll never tire of this beautiful woman.
I fell asleep hours later after Gavriel made love to me a few more times. Yes, made love. He took his time learning my body and my tells. He said he wanted to know what made me feel good, what parts of my body were most responsive and even though I loved being tied up, I thoroughly enjoyed the soft and slow. I feel like a live wire all over. The way he touches me, like I’m his religion, makes me feel like a goddess. He asks me questions about myself while running his fingers across my body like he can’t stop touching me and he quotes Poe by heart.