I make it out of the kitchen.
I make it to the hall.
He’s walking faster than I’m running and it’s no use.
I barely get to the end of the hall and he grabs me around the waist and flips me over his shoulder.
I flail my fists and pound them into his lower back.
“Let me go!”
“How many times do I need to tell you I’ve had it with your smart mouth?”
He carries me up the stairs and into his bedroom.
I’m shaking as he flips me off his shoulder.
I know what’s coming next.
He pulls my skinny jeans off and I have a feeling he’s about to spank me.
I’m taken for a loop when instead he grabs the bottom of my shirt and flips it up and over my head.
He tosses it across the room and I gasp.
“God damn you with these lingerie sets, dolcezza.”
I don’t even have a moment to respond before he literally rips my panties off.
“Hey! What the hell! I liked those!” I complain.
“You are about to pay for all your goddamn back talk,” he rasps.
His hands lift under my hips and he raises my lower body to his face. His eyes meet mine as he brings his tongue out and licks his lips. My blood pumps ferociously through my veins as I realize what he’s about to do.
He buries his face in my pussy and I cry out the second his hot mouth touches my sensitive flesh.
My legs naturally hook around his neck and the urge to buck my hips overwhelms me.
He slaps my ass cheek and I take that as a hint not to move.
It’s impossible.
He strokes his tongue up and down my folds and I cry out again.
“You’re so wet, dolcezza.”
He presses his thumb to my clit and my nerve endings send zings throughout my body.
He sucks and slurps my juices and his rough stubble scratches the tender flesh of my inner thighs.
He moves his thumb in a quick rhythm over my clit and I scream. The sensations are too much. I can’t handle it.
I try to back away and he tightens his hold of me under my hips.
I also earn myself another slap.
He starts using the tip of his tongue to stimulate my sensitive nub and I hear myself moan over and over.
I reach forward and I grab hold of his head, my fingers locking into the hair that I’ve been dying to grab since the day I met him.
I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. My body is begging for release.
“Nello, oh my God!” I’m shouting at him.
I start moaning his name and he gets even more rough. He’s biting and sucking and groaning into my wet heat.
“Antonello, oh my God, Antonello,”
He growls and I feel it more than hear it as his tongue vibrates through me. He takes his finger and he flicks my clit.
I scream and moan as I come apart for him. My world crashes as an explosion of sensations burst through my body. It’s like ecstasy as I feel the walls of my cunt respond to his touch and throb around his tongue. I quiver and shake in his arms and ride out the rest of my orgasm.
He continues to lap at me even after my release as I try and recover.
I feel like gelatin but he holds me strong.
“That was amazing,” I choke out.
When he removes his head and sets me down I see my juices glistening on his chin.
He leans back and pulls his shirt off.
“That was just a warm up, dolcezza.”
I feel more arousal drip out at his words.
My eyes follow the ripples of his abs displayed in front of me and I brazenly stare at him. Just looking at his body is getting me going all over again.
I continue to throb as he gets off the bed and removes his pants.
Immediately, he’s on me. He claims my mouth and I let him drag his tongue across the inside of my cheek. I taste myself on him and the faint hint of whiskey.
I can’t believe this is happening right now.
He uses his knee to spread my legs and he pins my arms down with his.
He kisses me across my jawline, down my neck, everywhere that would send an electric jolt straight to my pussy. I’m vaguely aware of his rock hard cock nudging my leg and I ache for him to ram it inside me. My body is extra sensitive after my release and everything is feeling ten times more intense.
He moans into my mouth and I’m starting to lose myself.
“I want you.”
I can’t believe I just said that out loud.
“Dolcezza, you don’t know what you want. But I can tell you what you need.”
“What’s that?” My voice sounds husky.
“What you need is a good, hard fuck. And I’m going to give it to you.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I feel a trickle as more arousal leaks out of me, my pussy primed and ready for him, my captor to finally take me as his own.
Antonello
Violet tastes so sweet on my tongue. Sweeter than I could’ve ever imagined. I can’t wait to get inside her. I can’t hold myself back any longer and I’m tired of pretending that I don’t want her as badly as I do.
I deepen our kiss.
My cock is solid as I grind myself into her leg.
I gaze over her body and I’m in awe of how gorgeous she is. She has no idea just how beautiful I find her to be. I bet she will be even more beautiful when her face is contorted in pleasure, her mouth forming the shape of my name.
I pull her bra down to expose her breasts and put one my mouth. I can tell she’s already coming apart again so easily. She’s probably so sensitive from her orgasm so it won’t take much to take her to the edge. I hope she’s ready to plunge, because my cock is calling and her sweet pussy is answering. I take advantage of her sensitivity and drive her even more wild. I take her nipple in between my teeth and I bite down. I roll the other in between my fingers. Instantaneously, she moans and writhes beneath me.
She has no idea how she’s going to be begging me in a minute.
I see the lust in her heavily lidded eyes as she gazes at me wantonly.
I hope she can handle what I’m about to do to her, because I can’t hold myself back. I don’t know how to go easy and I certainly am not going to be gentle, especially when it comes to my cock.
I line myself up and I enter forcefully into her. For her sake, I try to be as slow and go as easy as possible, but let’s be honest here, I’m a fucking killer. I don’t know how to be gentle.
She moans loudly as I ram myself deep inside her. Fucking her is even better than I imagined. She’s so tight around my cock. I take her legs and wrap them around my middle.
I pump in and out of her and find a rhythm. She moans and claws at me as my body smacks into hers. I love the feel of her nails scratching my back.
I can feel her walls sucking me in with each thrust, milking my cock.
I pound her harder, faster, and she starts begging me, shouting for more.
“Antonello! Please!”
Her body shifts across the bed with the force of each thrust.
“Tell me how bad you want me, dolcezza.”
“I want you so bad, Nello! So fucking bad!”
I lean forward and I bury my face in her neck. I kiss along her jawline and make my way to her mouth, all the while holding the rhythm steady.
I want to blow her mind. I want to make sure I fuck her senseless like she deserves.
I pull out and I hear her start to protest.
“No, don’t stop!”
“Oh, dolcezza, I couldn’t stop fucking you even if this whole room was on fire.”
I turn her face down onto the bed. I gather my bearings and gear up to enter back into her.
“Please, Antonello! Please!”
I knew she’d be begging for me. I almost want to hold out for a moment to enjoy hearing her beg my name, but I can’t wait a second longer to be reunited back into her soaking we
t pussy. I hold her steady and I ram my hard length into her. I hold onto her hips and pull her body towards me with each thrust.
She’s shouting now, yelling nonsense. She can’t even think straight, which is exactly what I wanted.
I pick up speed and I pound into her. I feel my balls slap against her sensitive clit with each thrust. She’s shouting out so loud I’m thankful I don’t have neighbors close by. I grab tightly onto her ass cheeks and give one a hard slap, the echo of the contact ringing throughout the room.
“Oh!”
“Come on my dick, dolcezza,” I grind out through my teeth.
It doesn’t take long. I feel her tense up before coming apart as her walls pulsate around me. Her wet pussy milks my cock and I’m not too far behind her. I race to the finish line.
“Fuck,” I groan as my cock pulsates. I feel my release gush inside her and I hold myself there for a moment, enjoying her warm insides welcoming my load.
We collapse on the bed completely spent and out of breath.
We’re sweaty and sticky but neither of us care. We reach for each other and I pull her into me and hold her close as we come down from our ecstasy. I kiss her and stroke her hair. Her eyes start to close and I listen as her breathing evens out and she lulls into sleep.
I go get a warm washcloth and I clean her up as gently as I think I can be. In my dresser I find a pair of sweatpants and I pull them up my legs. I grab a bottle of water and place it on top of her nightstand. Her hair covers her face so I brush it back and tuck her into the covers.
She smiles in her sleep and I watch as she cuddles into the sheets.
I walk downstairs and I go out to the back deck. The cool air greets my hot skin and I’m thankful for it. I lean on the railing and look out at the plush green lawn that backs up to the trees in the distance.
I think of Violet upstairs asleep and I close my eyes.
I could never kill her.
I never was going to.
And I never, ever will.
Chapter 6
Violet
The days turn into weeks. I’ve gotten myself into a routine. Every morning Nello makes breakfast before he leaves for work. Caterina and our body guards come by and me and Cat spend the day doing school work. Sometimes we go shopping or even to get our nails done. Nello gifted me with the credit card the first week of school. I thought maybe there would be a few hundred dollars on it but that made Cat laugh. She said it’s unlimited spending. I thought she was crazy until she held up the same card.
“You really think Nello would give you a limit?” She seemed to think it was funny. I’ve never had more than three hundred dollars to my name, so having unlimited spending was hard to get used to at first.
I still barely buy anything when we go out and instead watch Caterina blow thousands. The few times we got our nails done were the first times I’ve ever gone in my life. Our lives are so different but we still connect on an unbelievable level.
Dominick and Piero tail us everywhere we go. They drive us wherever we want to go without complaint. Within reason, that is. We tried to con them into taking us to Miami for the day on Nello’s private jet. They said ‘hell no’. I told Caterina she should’ve offered them more than a pack of Twizzlers.
Every night after Dominick and Caterina leave I attempt to make dinner in the kitchen. Only once Piero had to run in and put out a small fire I started in the oven. Nello tells me my cooking skills are improving. He doesn’t know I almost burned the house down and Piero agreed to not tell him, even though he said Nello would probably kill him if he found out.
What a guy.
I don’t know what Nello does all day. Some days he comes in and runs up to the shower before dinner. Once Nello had Piero ban me to the kitchen before he entered the house and was showered. I don’t want to know why. I’ve never seen any evidence of anything anywhere.
Nello’s still stressed out most days. His shoulders are always hard and tense even if I try and rub them for him. I think he appreciates my effort even though I usually give up after five minutes and go pour him whiskey.
The only thing that I think actually de-stresses him is sex, which is certainly okay in my book. Pretty much every night and most mornings I get to see his naked body on top of me, pumping in and out of me.
We haven’t mentioned the deal since the first night we slept together, and actually we haven’t fought since then either.
It’s still in the back of my mind that this is all a deal, although it certainly doesn’t feel like it. I haven’t seen Megan again since that one day at the house. The only thing that troubles me is not knowing what he does during the day. One day he came home and I could smell women’s perfume on him. I tried not to think about it. He didn’t act any differently that day so I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I just reminded myself to keep my heart guarded as best as I possibly can.
Because after all, this is just pretend, right?
We haven’t gone anywhere together since the day we cleaned out my apartment. I’ve only unloaded one of the boxes. It contained a few picture frames of my grandmother and a few knick-knacks. Nothing crazy. He cleared out part of his dresser and closet for me but I haven’t put any of my old clothes in there. It reminds me of my old life and I’m not quite so sure I want to remember that right now. I stick to the clothes from Caterina and whatever else we buy together.
Nello told me he likes my hair curled so I haven’t even straightened it since the day I met him. I feel like I’m a completely different person when I look in the mirror and see my curly hair and expensive clothes.
I like to think of the new me as ‘Nello’s Violet’ even though I know I’m just playing a part.
Only once I thought about long term. I wondered how long we will keep up this charade. I wondered if this is what the rest of my life will be like or if one day he will let me go. I never went beyond those thoughts though as I’m not quite sure which answer scares me more.
Right now I am attempting to make a lasagna for dinner. Nello showed me over the weekend how he makes his so I thought I’d surprise him. So far it looks lumpy and not as all like his masterpiece, but I try my best.
The front door opens and I start to make my way to Nello and tell him about his surprise dinner.
I gasp when I see him. He’s carrying his suit jacket and his white dress shirt is splattered with blood. Piero is in front of me instantly and tries to usher me back to the kitchen but it’s too late.
“Violet, he wants you in the kitchen.” He blocks the hall with his large body as I try to catch a glimpse of Nello again before he reaches the stairs.
I feel a shiver roll through my body as I head back. My eyes settle on the tomato sauce and I shudder. I’m not so hungry for lasagna anymore.
Nello comes back after he’s showered.
I hear him talking in low tones to Piero and I strain to hear.
“I’ll be going back out in a few hours. I’ll call you.” Piero nods and heads out the door.
As soon as he enters back in the kitchen I question him.
“You’re leaving tonight?” He’s never left in the night since my first night here.
“Dolcezza, you know I can’t talk about work. I won’t be gone long. Piero will be here with you until I return.”
I want to pout. I always feel so in the dark. Caterina is always left out too, but her whole life has been that way. She learned to accept it a long time ago.
I sigh.
We sit down and begin dinner.
“I have something to talk to you about.” He looks serious.
I look up. I hope he didn’t hear about how we tried to con the guards into taking us to Miami.
Or that I almost burned down the kitchen.
Or both.
“There’s a very important event coming up in about two weeks. You will be meeting the rest of the famiglia along with a few other families. It’s a very big event at my Uncle’s house.”
I jump the gun, as always.
“You’ll need me to pretend to be your girlfriend, right? That’s fine.”
“Well, yes,”
I notice he doesn’t correct me.
“But I thought it would be nice to take you into the city and find a dress for the banquet. Actually, I thought we could go to dinner first.”
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