Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
ZOE
V irgilio and I sit in the car, my heart still racing from the chaos we just escaped.
"We have to go now," he says more to himself than to me.
The car starts with a low hum, and we take our leave from the chaos that had unfolded at the fashion show.
Virgilio's hand squeezes mine gently as he drives. The city lights blur past us, but all I can focus on is him—the man who has been through so much yet still finds it within himself to love so deeply.
When we finally arrive at the compound after a fast and nail-biting drive, he turns to me. Without a word, he leans in and kisses me deeply, pouring all his emotions into that kiss. It's a kiss filled with passion, desperation, and an overwhelming sense of relief.
"Marry me, Zoe. Be with me always," he whispers against my lips, his voice trembling with emotion.
I blink, taken aback by his sudden proposal. My eyes search his, needing to understand his true intentions. "As who? Ettore or Virgilio?"
He takes a deep breath, his green eyes unwavering as he looks into mine. "Virgilio," he says firmly. "I'll always be your Virgilio."
Virgilio holds my gaze, his expression intense and unwavering. "I want to marry you with my real name. It’s time for me to claim my legacy and our future together," he says, his voice steady and full of conviction.
I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. My heart races as I nod, feeling tears of joy welling up in my eyes. "Yes, Virgilio Messina. I will marry you," I say, my voice trembling with barely contained happiness.
He leans in and kisses me again, his lips warm and reassuring against mine. The kiss is deep, lingering, and filled with the promise of a future together. I don’t give a damn about the blood. Everything else fades away. All the fear, the chaos, the uncertainty—none of it matters anymore. It's just us, lost in each other, sealing our future with this kiss.
"I can't believe this is happening," I whisper, more to myself than anyone else.
Virgilio glances over at me, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Believe it," he says simply. "This is our future."
And for the first time in what feels like forever, I truly believe it too.
Virgilio's home feels both familiar and new. Every corner of the place seems to have taken on a different meaning. The warmth of the space wraps around me like a comforting embrace.
Virgilio parks the car in the private driveway of his estate. He gets out, walks around to my side, and opens my door with a soft smile.
"Come here," he whispers, his voice tender.
I step out, and without warning, he lifts me into his arms. My body pressed against his, and I can feel his heartbeat strong and steady.
It’s like every worry melts away in his hold.
He carries me inside, his movements careful yet firm.
The hallway stretches out before us as he takes me up the flight of stairs. Each step brings us closer to a place where everything else can fade away.
When we reach his room, he gently places me on the bed, sitting me down with care.
He kneels in front of me, eyes locked onto mine as he starts to remove my dress slowly.
Every inch of the skin he unveils is warmed by his lips as he kisses every part of me he meticulously undresses. The fabric slides down my shoulders and falls to the floor. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, as he continues with my underwear.
We don’t need words; our connection speaks louder than anything we could say with words.
In the quiet of the room, we just feel—his fingers on my skin, the warmth between us growing stronger with every passing second. His presence fills the space completely, making everything else seem distant and unimportant.
As he undresses me, piece by piece, I realize how deeply I trust him.
Virgilio’s touch is not just physical; it reaches deeper inside me. And in this moment, surrounded by the intimate setting of his room, it feels like we are exactly where we’re meant to be.
When, finally, all physical barriers between us are gone, we remain close, breathing each other in. The silence is filled with meaning and promise, an unspoken vow that whatever comes next will be faced together.
Virgilio stands up, his eyes never leaving mine as he removes his own clothes. Each piece falls away, revealing his scars. He looks vulnerable, yet strong.
Without a word, he scoops me up again and carries me to the bathroom. The room is warm, filled with the soft hum of the shower he just turned on. With one hand he keeps his fingers open under the water to feel its temperature.
As soon as it is warm enough, he sets me down gently under the showerhead, stepping in with me. His movements are deliberate and tender as he turns on the water to an even warmer temperature. The shower pours over both of us, creating a cocoon of warmth and steam.
Virgilio lathers his hands with soap, his touch firm but gentle as he begins to wash me. Our eyes lock, and the intimacy of the moment wraps around us like a second skin. His hands move over my body with care, each stroke sending shivers down my spine. I can't help but moan softly at the sensation.
I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through me.
"Look at me," Virgilio's voice is soft but commanding.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze once more. His hands continue their journey over my skin, moving with a purpose that makes every touch feel like a promise.
When he reaches my breasts, he rubs them gently, squeezing without touching my nipples directly. My body responds instantly, perking up and arching into his hands.
His fingers find my nipples then, flicking and twirling them lightly between his fingers. The sensation is electric, making me gasp in pleasure. "Hold on to me," Virgilio instructs, his voice steady and reassuring. I wrap my arms around him as his hands continue to move down my body.
Virgilio's hands slide lower, reaching between my legs. His touch is firm and confident, making my breath hitch. When he dips his fingers inside me, the sensation is so intense that I nearly come undone right then and there.
I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. He doesn't stop; instead, he inserts another finger, then another until three of his fingers fill me. My body responds instinctively, moving against his hand, seeking more of the pleasure he gives.
He fucks me with his fingers slowly and deliberately. Each thrust is a mix of gentle pressure and deep penetration that makes my whole body shiver with anticipation.
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in slow circles that send waves of pleasure coursing through me.
My moans grow louder, echoing in the steamy bathroom. The sensations build inside me, tightening like a coil ready to snap. Just as I'm about to reach the peak, he suddenly withdraws his fingers.
A cry of frustration escapes my lips. "Why did you stop?" I ask, my voice pleading from need and desperation.
Virgilio looks at me with a smirk that holds both tenderness and command. "Touch yourself," he says softly but firmly. "I want to watch you."
The intensity in his gaze leaves no room for argument.
My hand moves down between my legs, finding the spot where his fingers have just been. I begin to touch myself, my movements guided by the memory of his touch.
His eyes never leave mine as I pleasure myself under the warm spray of the shower. The vulnerability and intimacy of the moment make it even more intense, and I feel myself climbing back towards that peak once more.
The warmth of the water cascades over us, creating a steamy haze. Virgilio's hands move away from my body, and he starts washing himself, his eyes still locked onto mine. His gaze is commanding and it sends shivers down my spine.
"Slow down," he instructs, his voice calm but firm.
I nod, my movements becoming more deliberate as I touch myself. My fingers mimic the rhythm he set earlier, each stroke measured and purposeful. The sensation builds slowly, intensifying with every touch.
"Am I doing it right?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes darken with desire as he nods. "Yes, just like that," he murmurs, “Good girl.”
His praise makes me tremble as I continue to pleasure myself under his watchful gaze. Each movement of my fingers feels amplified by the intensity of our connection. My breath quickens, mingling with the sound of the running water.
Virgilio's hands move over his own body as he washes himself, his muscles flexing under the spray. He never breaks eye contact. The sight of him—strong, scarred, and utterly focused on me—sends waves of arousal through my body.
I bite my lip, trying to stifle a moan as my fingers move faster. The sensation is almost overwhelming, and I feel myself edging closer to release.
Virgilio's presence keeps me anchored, his silent encouragement pushing me further.
"Don't stop," he says softly, his voice filled with an unspoken promise.
As I approach the edge of climax, my body trembles with anticipation. Virgilio's eyes hold mine captive, their intensity making every sensation sharper. I can feel the tension building inside me, ready to snap at any moment.
"Faster," Virgilio's voice breaks through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind. His tone is low and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine.
I obey, my fingers quickening their pace between my legs. The sensation intensifies, and I can't help but let out a moan as I subconsciously hold back my pleasure. It’s as if I’m waiting for his permission, and I don’t want it to stop.
"Add another finger," he instructs, his eyes dark with desire.
I hesitate for a moment, then comply. It’s a maddening feeling.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice dripping with lust. "You like fucking yourself, don't you? Are you imagining my cock stretching your pretty cunt?”
His words ignite something primal within me.
“Fuck-” My movements become more desperate, driven by the need to reach that peak, “…me. Please.” I beg.
He smirks.
"But you're too beautiful when you touch yourself," he continues, his voice a husky whisper. "And I want to watch you cum on your fingers."
The tension inside me coils tighter and tighter until I can barely stand it. My moans grow louder, echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom.
"That's it," Virgilio encourages, his eyes never leaving mine. "Now, come for me, Zoe."
A cry escapes my lips as the orgasm crashes through me, my body trembling with the force of it. Pleasure pulses through every inch of me, leaving me breathless and weak-kneed.
Virgilio's hands are on me then, pulling me close as he kisses me deeply. His lips are warm and insistent against mine, grounding me in the aftermath of my release.
The water continues to pour over us, rinsing away the remnants of soap and sweat.
He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine as we catch our breath. "You did so well," he whispers softly, “my good girl did so well for me.”
A smile tugs at my lips despite my exhaustion. "Thank you," I murmur back, beaming at his praise.
Virgilio gently rinses us both off with the remaining water. His touch is tender and careful as he ensures every trace of soap is gone from our bodies.
Once we're clean, he reaches behind me to turn off the shower, then he scoops me up into his arms effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he carries me out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.
The cool air outside the steamy bathroom stings on my skin, but Virgilio's warmth keeps me from feeling cold. He holds me close, our bodies pressed together as he walks down the hallway.
When we reach the bedroom, he lays me down on the bed with a gentleness that belies his strength. I look up at him, feeling a rush of affection and gratitude for everything he's done for me.
Virgilio’s kisses trail down my body, each one leaving a burning imprint on my skin. I shiver, feeling every nerve in my body light up as his lips move lower and lower.
When he reaches my breasts, he pauses, looking up at me with those intense green eyes. My breath catches in my throat.
He takes one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking gently at first. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making me moan softly. His tongue swirls around my nipple, teasing it until it's hard and sensitive. I can feel the warmth of his mouth and the wetness of his tongue as he works on me.
While he sucks on one breast, his hand moves to the other, fondling it gently at first and then with more pressure. His fingers pinch and roll my nipple between them, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through my body. My back arches off the bed as I lose myself in the sensation.
He switches breasts, giving the same attention to the other one. His mouth is hot and insistent, sucking and licking while his hand continues to play with my other nipple. I can't help but moan louder, feeling like I'm on fire from his touch.
Suddenly, he pulls back just enough to speak. "Have you ever cum just from nipple stimulation?" he asks, still fondling me.
I shake my head, breathless. "No."
"Do you want to try?" he asks, not waiting for an answer before taking my breast into his mouth again.
The pleasure is almost overwhelming as he sucks harder this time. His fingers pinch my nipples with just enough force to make it hurt in the most delicious way possible.
My moans turn into cries of pleasure-pain as I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
But despite how amazing it feels, it’s not to trigger an orgasm. "Please," I gasp out between moans. "Touch me... It's not enough."
My breath comes in ragged gasps as Virgilio's mouth leaves my breast, his eyes burning into mine. "Where do you need me to touch you?" he asks, his voice low and husky.
I swallow hard, my body aching with need. "Please," I whisper, my voice trembling.
“Use your words.” His lips curve into a mischievous grin, but he doesn’t move. "Tell me what you want," he insists, his tone firm but tender.
With shaking hands, I take his and guide it between my legs. "Touch me here," I murmur, pressing his fingers against my wetness.
He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Good girl," he says, then begins to rub me gently.
I gasp as his fingers find my clit, rubbing it in slow circles. My body responds instantly, arching towards him. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but I crave more.
Suddenly, he replaces his fingers with his mouth. His tongue flicks over my clit with a precision that makes me cry out in pleasure. He licks and sucks me with a hunger that leaves me breathless.
His fingers slide into me, moving in and out with a rhythm that matches the strokes of his tongue. The dual sensations are overwhelming, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of release.
"Virgilio," I moan, my voice shaking. "It's too much."
He looks at me from between my legs. He keeps lapping at my most sensitive lips as he murmurs on my skin “You know what to say to make me stop.” He reminds me of my safe word: Vogue.
I don’t say it, because I don’t want him to stop any of this, and he intensifies his efforts.
His mouth works tirelessly on my clit while his fingers thrust deeper inside me. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, and I feel myself losing control.
My body convulses as the orgasm rips through me and a scream tears from my throat. Virgilio continues to lick and finger fuck me through it all, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy until I collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent.
His hands and mouth finally still as he pulls away slightly, looking up at me with a satisfied smile while he licks his fingers in the dirtiest possible way.
“You taste so good, baby girl.” He growls under his breath.
I can’t tear my eyes from his movements, and my breath comes in shallow pants as I try to recover from the intensity of what just happened.
"Are you okay?" he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I nod weakly, unable to find the words to express how incredible that was.
"Good," Virgilio says, his voice low and steady, "because I'm not done."
He dips his fingers again into my spent pussy and gently scoops some of my cum with them. Then, he lifts his hand from between my legs, the fingers mow glistening with my wetness.
Without breaking eye contact, he reaches down and coats his dick with it. My breath catches in my throat as he moves closer, the tip of his dick brushing against my entrance.
He rubs the tip against me over and over again, each touch sending shivers up my spine. My body aches with need, and I can't hold back any longer. "Please," I beg, my voice trembling. "Please."
Virgilio's eyes darken with desire, but he doesn't move. "I told you to tell me what you want," he says, his tone firm yet tender.
I meet his gaze, the intensity in his eyes almost too much to bear. "Fuck me," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "Please."
A slow smile spreads across his face. "Anything for my good girl," he murmurs.
With that, he positions himself at my entrance and pushes in slowly. The feeling of him filling me is overwhelming, and I gasp as he stretches me open. He moves with deliberate slowness at first, each inch sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Once he's fully inside me, he pauses for a moment, letting us both savor the connection. Then he begins to move, his thrusts deep and steady.
“You wanted this cock so badly,” his movements are slow as we both savor the feeling. “Does it feel good to have your little cunt this stretched around it?”
He picks up the pace gradually, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. The sensation is almost too much to bear; every nerve in my body feels like it's on fire. My moans grow louder as I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies moving together.
"Yes," I gasp out between breaths. "Just like that."
“Good girl,” Virgilio responds by thrusting even harder, driving deeper into me with each movement. The pleasure builds inside me like a tidal wave ready to crash. I grip his shoulders for support as he continues to fuck me with relentless intensity.
"More," I plead, my voice shaking with need.
“Beg.” He grunts in between thrusts.
“Please… I need more.” I beg, and it almost sounds like a sob from the necessity in my voice.
Virgilio’s eyes meet mine now, and his hands grip my hips firmly as he obliges, pounding into me with an urgency that matches my own desire. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies coming together—moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
The tension inside me coils tighter and tighter until I can barely stand it. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I feel myself teetering on the edge of release once more.
"Virgilio," I cry out, unable to hold back any longer.
With a final thrust, he gives me a mind-shattering orgasm.
My body convulses around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. Virgilio continues to move inside me, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy until we both collapse onto the bed, utterly spent and completely satisfied.
He holds me close as we catch our breath together in the aftermath of our shared release.
The room is quiet now, filled with a sense of peace and fulfillment. The outside world fades away, leaving only the two of us in our shared space. Virgilio holds me close, his fingers gently tracing patterns on my skin. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
His voice is soft and filled with emotion. "Thank you for believing in us, Zoe."
I look up at him, my eyes filled with love. "Always, Virgilio. I love you."
A slow smile spreads across his face as he leans in closer. "Does that mean you'll follow me through hell too?" he whispers, his breath warm against my lips.
I giggle softly, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. "Only if you promise to make it worth the trip," I tease back.
Virgilio's eyes darken with amusement and desire. "Oh, I'll make sure it's unforgettable," he murmurs before capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
The kiss is slow and deliberate, each movement of his lips conveying the depth of his feelings for me. I melt into him, feeling completely safe and cherished in his arms.
I want to be here for life. To Hell, and back.