Julia
SIX MONTHS LATER
Rocco’s picture is notorious. It’s plastered all over social media, and people wonder what happened to their hero and why he mysteriously disappeared. They’re calling him the People’s Vengeance—their masked Vigilante.
There are even some groups dedicated to thirsting over him, which Tasha claims to have gone straight to his already inflated ego.
The murder started a chain reaction in the people, calling for reform. While there’s massive pushback, it’s a start. A change in the system that’s failing millions.
Naturally, we’ve all had to alter our appearance while being in hiding. Rocco took out his eyebrow piercing and shaved his head. Max’s signature dark locks have been cut and dyed to a reddish hue, and Tasha and I have matching dark brunette hair that masks our foreign origins. My hair was cut to my shoulders, which was the perfect choice for the summer heat.
As we walk through the piazza, Mt. Etna’s glowing lava sputters into the air in the distance. My Italian is terrible, but I’m learning.
Max’s hand firmly holds mine as we amble together while Rocco and Tasha follow behind, elbows interlocked.
The air smells of fresh spices from the open market right around the corner. We’re lost in a sea of tourists and locals as they weave in and out of the street. Some stopping right in front of us to take pictures.
At least everyone is too busy to notice us hiding in plain sight.
We take our haul of fresh groceries back to the two-bedroom house we’re sharing that’s perched above the water. The view is breathtaking, spanning over the sparkling water dotted with yachts and fishing boats. You can feel the history here, and there’s a palpable energy of happiness amongst the people, making it easy to lose yourself.
Max and Rocco have been showing us all their favorite sights, even taking us up to Rome and then Venice for a weekend.
I thought leaving my life behind would be hard, but this proves to be anything but. In fact, having Max makes it easy. And with my best friend nearby, we’re living our best life. A life I had never even dreamed of having, but now I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful this view is,” I say as Max snakes his hands around my middle.
“Me either.” But he isn’t looking out the window. He’s looking at me.
My stomach clenches, and my core heats as his hands run up my sides and cup my breasts. He teases my nipples through my black maxi dress, and I arch into him, feeling his hard length pressing against my ass. My head rolls back onto his shoulder as he continues to touch me. His mouth finds that sensitive place on my neck that makes my toes curl and goosebumps rise on my tanned skin. A moan escapes my throat as he twists my erect nipples.
“I love those sounds you make, Bella . But you moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and I’ll have to tape that pretty mouth shut. You remember who those moans belong to, yes?”
“You’ll have to remind me,” I say, wiggling my ass on his cock. I love how possessive he is of me. His hand works its way up my throat.
“I dare you to scream.” His pressure tightens around my neck, and my pulse beats wildly against his palm.
His free hand hikes up my dress, exposing my bare underside.
“Fuck. Were you walking around all day like this?”
I nod. “Mmhm.”
“Jesus, Jules. You’re so fucking wet for me.” His fingers dip against my slick entrance, and another moan slips out from my mouth. He yanks his fingers out, and a swift smack hits my wet pussy, making me yelp in surprise.
He turns me around and covers my mouth with his large hand. I stick out my tongue and lick his palm, making him smile in that devious way that I love. The one that lets me know that he’s about to rock my fucking world.
One minute, I’m staring directly into Max’s dark eyes, and the next, I’m yanked over his shoulder and tossed onto the bed. Dress tangled around my waist, exposing me to him.
A dangerous glint sparkles in his eyes as he undresses in front of me. Those abs of his mesmerize me, and I find myself licking my lips in anticipation, feeling the need to have him fill me with his pierced cock. He shrugs out of his shorts and his thick length bobs, looking heavy.
He crawls over the bed, gripping my mouth with his hands and feeding his round tip in.
“This ought to quiet those moans of yours, Bella. Now suck.”
His piercings slide against my tongue as I take him in, feeling him fill me up. My eyes water as he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t fight it. I relax my jaw and let him fuck my mouth, lapping up his salty taste.
“Fuck, you take me so good, baby.” He presses into me, barbells running over my lips and tongue. His cock pulsates, and his left-hand grips around my neck, squeezing enough on the sides that I start to see stars. My fingers dig into his thighs, and my eyelashes flutter along my cheeks as I gasp around his thick, punishing cock.
He pulls out suddenly, and I breathe in, desperate for the oxygen.
Max kisses down my body, knocking my knees open with his thigh. He finds my entrance drenched and ready for him as he nudges his wet tip against me.
“Now be a good girl for me and watch as I fill your tight cunt up with my cock.”
I do as he says, watching as he presses in, inch by inch.
Sweat drips down from his brow, splashing onto my breast and meeting with my own bead of sweat.
Max’s hips swivel, pressing his cock into me even deeper, and my mouth drops open.
I’ll never tire of this. Of us.
This life we’ve carved out together is pure bliss.
“Come for me, Bella . Come all over my cock.”
I can feel myself clenching around him. Squeezing his dick as he fucks me hard and fast. His balls slap against my pussy, and I can feel the embers of my orgasm beginning to form.
He lifts my leg and places it on top of his shoulder, hitting even deeper inside of me.
I shatter completely, my body shaking as explosions of pleasure lick up and down my spine. My core heats as he releases a hot stream of cum inside of me.
He sets my leg down and presses a kiss to my lips.
“You and me for always, my Bella. ”
Our life might be filled with uncertainty. Anyone might recognize us. It’s a risk we take knowingly, but it’s worth it. To have this. To have us together.
“For always,” I say, kissing him with everything I have.
I can feel him starting to harden inside of me, his cum leaking out from the sides. He lazily moves in and out of me, and I’d make the same decision all over again just to have this moment.
His lips move against mine, and I taste our sin on his lips.
He might be a killer, a wanted man, and a vigilante. But most importantly, he’s mine. And that’s all that matters.
The End