The Don’s Deadly Assassin

29. Camela

Camela

Chapter 29

I just stand there, as Vincenzo stares at me with a softness I never expected. The air between us is charged, and I can hardly believe what has just happened. I thought for sure he would be angry or upset with me, but instead, he seems almost...tender.

"Vincenzo," I say, my voice shaking slightly as I confront him. "Why don’t you hate me? I've taken countless, innocent lives, including the Professor’s, and yet you look at me like I'm something worth saving."

He sighs, his eyes searching mine before he speaks. "Camela, we all have darkness inside of us. It's part of being human. But I see the goodness within you despite everything you've been through."

I scoff, the bitterness in my laugh jarring even to my own ears. "Goodness? I'm not good, Vincenzo."

"That’s not true," he says softly, stepping closer until our bodies are mere inches apart. "I know what the Handler did to you, how he trained you to become the perfect killer. But that doesn't define who you are. You still have the capacity to care, to love."

"Love?" I sneer, the word feeling foreign on my tongue. "You think I'm capable of love? Maybe the only reason I love you is because of that arrow."

"Maybe," Vincenzo replies, his voice steady and sure. "But I’ve seen you care deeply for those around you. In this house, the way you speak with the housekeepers, how you make them laugh. Deep down, you’ve always been fighting this darkness. You were born with love, it was just ripped right from under you.”

His words pierce me like a thousand needles, the truth of them too painful to bear. How can he see something in me that's worth loving, when all I see is a monster?

"Vincenzo...I don't know if I can be the person you think I am," I whisper, tears welling up in my eyes. Finally, all the events from the past few days compound and catch up with me. My knees shake, giving way and I fall to the ground.

He follows me, sitting next to me as I begin to sob uncontrollably. I hide my face in my hands, choking on the tears and the lump in my throat, and the air I’m trying to gasp in. “I…I’ve done horrible, cruel things,” it all comes back to me. The hundreds of faces, the families I’ve torn apart.

“Remember the rabbit, Camela,” Vincenzo whispers, leaning close, his lips on my forehead. He inches his hand across my waist, pulling me closer, cradling me in his lap. I nuzzle my face into his shoulders, wetting his neck. “You saved it. You loved it. You could love anything, he just never let you.”

His words reverberate through me, finding their way into the darkest corners of my soul. The memory of that rabbit, wounded and trembling in the snow, flashes before my eyes. A flicker of warmth amidst the icy landscape of my past. I cling to that fragment of tenderness as if it were the most precious possession.

As Vincenzo's reassuring embrace envelops me, my mind drifts back to a time when my innocence remained intact. I remember the little girl who used to watch the fallen baby birds, her tender hands cradling the fragile creatures with care while she placed them back in their nests.

"Camela," Vincenzo whispers, his breath warm against my ear. "You've always been a protector, even before you ever had to protect me. It’s just that you were made to protect the wrong things, at the hands of a bad, bad man. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for. And I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here to help you, every step of the way."

As his words wash over me, I feel something inside me shift, like a door opening to a hidden room where my forgotten compassion lies dormant.

“I’m here to show you that you can love, and that you deserve to be loved.”

The way he tells me I deserve to be loved, with such conviction and surety, makes me melt into his arms. I can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for redemption after all.

I look up at him, through dew-ridden eyelashes, and bat them to remove the wet-stained view in front of my eyes. His face becomes clearer, his blue eyes drowning me in their gaze. “Y..You really think so? I have a chance at redemption?”

He leans over and brushes his fingers through my hair, guiding strands through his hands. He then rests his hand against my neck, inching me closer. “You never needed redemption. But, you seek it for yourself. I know you deserve to forgive yourself.”

My breath hitches in my throat, a glimmer of hope flickering within me. Vincenzo’s touch grounds me in a reality that I had long forsaken. As his fingertips trace the contours of my face, I can't help but lean into his touch, savoring the warmth and tenderness he offers so freely.

“You killed my friend, brought chaos to my door,” he bends forward and whispers against my lips. I frown. “But, huntress, I still fucking love you.”

I gasp, as he brushes his lips against my lower one. “Y…You know?”

“Your name? I heard the assassin at The Forum say it. I quite like it… huntress.”

I blush the way he says it, almost reverently.

“You should know, Camela,” he brings his mouth to my ears. “I’ll hunt down anyone who ever tries to hurt you.”

His breath tickles my skin, and I jerk involuntarily, turned on against all odds. Slowly, he brings his hand to my chin, and turns my face to his. He picks me up, placing me on his lap, my ass nestling against his crotch.

Vincenzo's hands grip my waist, my neck now turned to face him. I can’t hold back any further, and I smash my lips against his, every cell in my body hungry for him.

He moans, losing no time in making his intentions clear, and I part my lips, his tongue entering through to battle mine. My body feels alive with a heat that’s so delicious, it should be dangerous, if not banned. I find myself torn between wanting more, and wanting it all. For more, he needs to leave the place he’s touched me at. For all, he needs more hands.

It’s an impossible conundrum, but my spine arches as his fingers find the hem of my shirt, and grip the edges, his knuckles grazing the edges of the bare skin on my lower back. I readjust in his lap, cradling my legs around either side of his waist, the bulge from his trousers pressing into me through my jeans.

A lake of desire pools within me, and does through him too, because his breath hitches, his erection straining against the fabric of his trousers.

Vincenzo's eyes darken, and his grip on my shirt tightens, his fingers dancing slowly along the hem, teasing and toying with me. And then, in one swift go, he rips off my shirt with an urgency that leaves me breathless.

My arms are still wrapped around his neck, my shirt resting just above my bra. He pulls me closer towards him, one hand on my lower back, the other fondling my breast.

A ticklish pleasure seeps through my core and I breathe rapidly, removing my arms from his neck to strip off the shirt and throw it aside.

He looks up at me with a devilish grin, before reaching behind me and unclasping my bra with just a finger and thumb. He grabs the straps, sliding it down my arms, my wrists, off my hands, before flinging it aside. My breasts now free against his chest, he circles his thumb around my erect nipple and pinches, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.

I'm naked from the waist up and he's still fully clothed. He bends down and puckers his lips around a nipple, and I moan and throw back my head, my fingers deftly reaching for the buttons of his shirt.

I manage to unbutton just three before he bites into my nipple, causing such sweet pain that in a move of desperation for more, I rip off the rest of the buttons. They clink as they fall against the floor and he pulls away, looking amused.

While he turns his arms back to remove the shirt off his arms, I clench my legs tighter around his waist and unbuckle his belt. I’m about to throw it, when he stops me, taking it in his hand.

“We might need that… later.” He throws it on the bed. I tug on the button of his trousers, urging him to continue. He smirks, unzipping his trousers and revealing his bulging erection through the zip. My eyes widen in desire. Then, he stands, lifting me off the ground as he lifts himself, my legs still wrapped around him.

He walks us to the wall, and pushes me up against it, heightening the pleasure coursing through my veins. I gasp as the cold surface presses against my back, the contrast only serving to intensify the sensations caused by Vincenzo's touch as he teases me by proceeding to thrust against my jeans.

“Oh, Vincenzo,” I moan, throwing my head back, my legs aching for more. “Please, I need more.”

“Do you, sweetheart?” he grins, still dry-humping me. He takes one jiggling breast in his mouth, sucking down hard on it, while thrusting his cock against me. My hands clutch his shoulders, desperately trying to pull him closer, like the barrier of clothing doesn’t exist.

The fire in my body is rapidly spreading, and I can no longer contain my yearning. I need him, desperately, and the anticipation is unbearable.

“Vincenzo, please,” I beg, as his free hand wanders, exploring every inch of my body while the other holds our weight against the wall. He clutches at the softness of my waist, my breast still in his mouth and my jaw and throat clench from not getting what I want, what I need. “Take me to the bed, now.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, thrusting his hips into me, his cock pressing my panties under my jeans into my wet pussy. I’m already soaked, and I think he feels it, for his eyes widen at the sensation as it soaks through the thick denim.

“Believe me now?” I moan, biting my lower lip and closing my eyes.

"Take you to the bed?" he muses, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

His words send a shiver down my spine, the desire coursing through me like wildfire. I can feel the control slipping away, the need for him becoming too great to bear.

"Yes, Vincenzo," I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. "Take me. Please."

The next thing I know, he’s lifting me from the wall and carrying me to the bed, his grip firm beneath my ass. I let go of his neck as he drops me on the bed, the grip of my legs around his waist still so strong, that he tumbles over me.

He balances himself on both hands, and playfully nips at my cleavage before I unwrap my legs. “You like it rough, huh?” he muses, as he quickly unzips my jeans and rips them off with my panties in tow, before removing his own trousers and boxers.

“Tonight,” I whisper, the thrill of knowing I’ll soon have him the way I want, “I need raunchy, dirty, enough to make me feel alive and feel things I’ve never felt before.”

It’s all exciting, this new way of living. But, he leans over me for a second, staring right into me, his cock dangling over my slightly parted legs. “You sure, Camela?” he asks, with concern.

“Just fuck me already,” I squirm beneath him, my body a lake needing to be filled.

He nods, a small smile spreading across his face as he leans down to kiss me hard, before he plunges his cock deep, deep inside me. I gasp, my hands digging into his shoulders, as he begins to thrust.

"Oh, Vincenzo," I moan, my head thrashing back and forth as he fucks me. "That's it, harder."

He obeys, his thrusts becoming more furious, our bodies slapping together with each movement.

I begin to meet his motions, bucking my hips upwards to feel more of his cock, taking it as deep as I can. Vincenzo stops kissing me, and clutches my neck to lift my head up a little, as he readjusts himself on his knees to really ram me hard.

“Fuck, baby,” I moan, my head thrown back over his hand, my breasts reaching for the skies, my back arched like a cat’s.

“Yeah? You like that?” he asks, staring right at my eyes. I grin, and bite my lip, giving him one slow nod.

“More,” I whisper, staring right at him just as he pulls out his cock and slams it into me in one swift go. “More,” I tell him again.

With a grin, he lets go of my neck, letting me fall back down against the bed. Then he reaches behind him, his cock now just resting in my pussy, and fetches that belt from earlier.

My eyes widen at the sight of it, a thrill coursing through me. He mistakes it for something else, worry enveloping his expression. He looks like he’s about to cast it aside when I grab his wrist, and pull it towards me, forcing him to meet my gaze.

“Use it,” I whisper, huskily, “like you wanted to.”

He sighs and a smile reaches his eyes. With his cock still resting in my pussy, he brings the belt over to my body. I watch with wide eyes as he trails the tip of the belt from my chin, down to my breasts, finally resting on my pussy.

He gives it a gentle smack and I lurch off the bed from the thrill of it, but he places a hand on my belly and pushes me back down.

Then, his eyes rest on my throat, and flicker back at me, an unspoken question on his mind. I break into a small smile, and nod. Slowly, I lift my neck up and he places the belt around my neck, leaving it loose.

He then sits on my thighs a little, his cock still in me. This change of position forces my pussy closed tighter, and I gasp at the sensation.

In a gentle motion, he trails his finger across my neck and then tightens the belt.

“Is that alright, my love?” he asks.

“Yes,” I moan.

He tightens it a little more, knocking the wind out of me. I can breathe, but in a lower quantity, and a strange high overcomes me.

I close my eyes and put my hands around his neck, bucking my hips to get us fucking. He holds on to my arm with one hand, the other holding the belt around my throat and begins to thrust into me again,

He feels deeper, thicker, the best I’ve ever felt.

My breath hitches, and I grit my teeth, an electrifying sensation, sending wave after wave of pure pleasure and blissful pain coursing through me. As my breathing grows more and more restricted, Vincenzo continues to thrust into me, mercilessly, his pace becoming more frenzied.

My eyes roll back, and I close them, feeling my orgasm building along with the high from the oxygen deprivation, the pressure in my thighs making me wet, even more, my body clenching around his dick, milking him to cum. I groan, gasping for air, my hands gripping his shoulders as he slams into me, my pussy spasming around his thick cock.

The pleasure grows almost unbearable. "Vincenzo, please," I sob. He reaches around to squeeze my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. His other hand slips down to rub my clit, pushing me swiftly towards that climax.

Stars burst behind my eyelids as ecstasy floods my veins like liquid fire. I finally explode, my body writhing beneath him, my orgasm so intense that I try to scream, my body shaking uncontrollably.

I can feel Vincenzo groaning in response, his cock twitching inside me as he releases his own tension, spilling deep inside me. He quickly loosens the belt around my neck. We lie there for a moment, his cock still in me, our bodies still entangled, catching our breath.

Then, gently, he pulls out and removes the entirety of the belt from around my neck. I part my legs, letting his cum stream down my legs. I’m so exhausted, I can’t move. I open my eyes when I feel a soft cloth on my thighs.

I look down to see Vincenzo cleaning me up, and then, he joins me eye-to-eye, and extends his arm out to the side. I lean into his welcoming embrace and he kisses my forehead.

“How was that?” he asks gently.

“Like a whole new world, I can’t wait to see,” I respond.

The last thing he says to me before sleep overcomes me is that he loves me. I sleep a dreamless, peaceful sleep for the first time in my life, I think, because I know I’m finally forgiven. That too, by someone I love.