Chapter 27
CHAPTER 27
MAX
T here was no redemption for men like me.
No safety rope could ever reach this far down into hell without burning. Besides, I was born into this life, and worse than that, I had sworn in, too.
Fucking blood oath and all.
The only way out was inside a wooden box with the lengths of me, headed six damn feet under.
“Jenny, bring me a glass of bourbon, will you?” I asked the flight attendant as soon as I reached the small bar close to the cockpit. I needed a drink after what just happened in that room.
“Of course, Sir.”
“Actually…” I called her back. “What rum do you have on board?”
“All the top shelves. Don Massimo likes to be prepared.” Cocky bastard.
“I know. Bring me a Havana Club Máximo.”
“Very fitting choice.”
“Neat, no ice.” I simply requested, not dignifying her remark with a reply .
I looked back and saw dumb and dumber neatly nested on their seats, Jimmy sitting on the opposite side of the aisle with his computer on his lap, gladly entranced by whatever he was doing.
“It’s a brand new bottle. Wanna do the honors?” She asked, handing me the crystal decanter. “You should spill some on the floor for the souls of the dead.”
“The dead should be resting, not drinking. Besides, now is not the time to rattle them. Let them burn in hell.” My dead never gave a damn about me while they lived, why should I waste perfectly good rum on them?
I knew all about that little ritual, but instead, I poured a glass for myself from the first serving of that new bottle, then drowned it down before serving another.
“Nel sangue sono nato e nel sangue muoio.” In blood I’m born and through blood I die. I whispered in a little sarcastic toast to myself before the rich rum burned its way through my throat.
My heritage, my choices, my actions, all of them biting me on the ass and keeping me away from the only thing I’ve ever wanted in this sorry excuse of a life.
Jenny was still standing there, looking at me with doe eyes, her hand suddenly resting on my arm.
“Can I help with anything else, Max? Oh, you’re all wet.” My sleeves were drenched all the way up to my elbows from holding Alison under the cold water. I would let her settle first and then go in there and change. Her mouth was running a little too loosely to keep my boiling temper at bay, so best I stay clear and away.
“Give it twenty minutes, and take a bottle of water and two aspirins to the room. Nothing else for now, thank you.” I knew that wasn’t what she was selling, but I wasn’t buying.
I took another long sip from the glass, my nose filling with the slight woodsy scent of the rum, my mind running away with thoughts of what-ifs that I couldn’t afford.
This fucked up trip was messing with my head.
Delivering Alison straight into a fucking den of lions wasn’t my idea of a well-spent holiday. But I couldn’t let her come without me, I had to make sure she was pulled out before they could sink their teeth dead-deep into her.
But I was feeling every bit of a predator myself.
Her anger was getting under my skin, seeping through like venom mixing with the third glass of Máximo . It wouldn’t take long before it hit my bones and rattled my conscience into a mess of logical thinking and instinct reactions. Both the alcohol and her new hate for me.
“I hate you.” Her voice was steady and almost convincing if I didn’t know where those words came from inside her.
I deserved to hear them after all that I’d done. It didn’t hurt any less, though.
I was still choking on the poison from my own words to her at the hospital. But I couldn’t let her sink deeper than what she already had.
Saying those things was a step further into losing her, and that’s what had to happen. Staying safely away from an imminent explosion was the smart thing to do, only, she didn’t and couldn’t know, so I had to do it for her.
But the notion of losing her gave me deep nausea and sleep-depriving nightmares. I was fighting against my own needs, my own desire to take her and brand my name permanently on her lips and skin.
I could handle my broken heart, it was hers that posed the problem, and gambling on it just wasn’t a smart move.
Besides, she was promised. It was a lost battle, and one I shouldn't enter .
I went back to the room with my suit bag in hand, heading for the bathroom to change my drenched shirt and suit.
Alison was peacefully asleep, and I couldn’t help but linger a moment too long, taking in her angelic features, my groin aching as much as my heart.
My mind was wrapped in her as I changed, oblivious to everything but my thoughts.
It was like we had been playing this game of hide and seek. I was hiding and avoiding and averting while Alison was searching for me. But deep down, I was giddy to get caught. I wanted to lose this game like I’ve never wanted to lose before. But I couldn’t deal with the guilt of the consequences. Other players were in action, even if tucked in the shadows.
For now.
“I thought I had told you to stay out of my sight. What are you doing in this room again?” I heard her sweet voice laced with anger coming from the bathroom door just as I was about to fasten my pants.
She was leaning onto the frame, just the short robe wrapped around her.
“You were supposed to be sleeping.” I fastened my zipper and belt as fast as I could, her eyes set on my hands the whole time, taking a while to reply.
“Well, news flash… I’m not.”
“You should, because your mouth is still running on liquor, and my patience is wearing thin.” It wasn’t just my patience, it was my control. I had kept it for so long that my strength was vanishing each time we were alone.
“Oh, so you can say whatever you want to me, but I have to bite my tongue and be a good girl, even after you’ve called me a whore.” She defied me, standing straight to face me head-on. “Here’s what I have to say to that. Fuck you, Max. ”
“Don’t swear, Alison,” I warned her, my voice a sing-song of a dare.
“Or what? You going to give me another polar shower?”
A knock on the door interrupted our little quarrel, and I stepped out of the bathroom before I did something I would come to regret. I smoothed my hand over my jaw, trying to wipe my irritation from my face, steadying as much as I could before I opened the damn thing.
“Here’s the aspirin and water you asked for,” The blonde flight attendant said, her voice dragging a little, together with her finger over my hand as she placed the pills in it. “If there’s anything else you need, just call me. Okay, Max?”
“Thank you, Jenny. I will.” I closed the door behind me and placed the water bottle and pills on the nightstand.
“First name basis already? Wow, you work fast, Maxy Max.” Her sarcastic chuckle showed me the chip I already knew was on her shoulder.
“I wasn’t the one smoothing the strip for landing, Alison. You got pretty busy preparing for this trip. Let’s just hope it suits his tastes.” I saw so many things in her eyes, bloodlust being one of them. She wanted revenge.
“I didn’t do it for a man. I did it for myself. But yet… What if I had? A girl’s got to be prepared, right?” She was circling around me now, her predatory dance closing in for the big kill, her finger trailing my torso as she walked her trap around me. “You should have stayed home if you can’t handle this. You still have time to fly back. Tell me, Maxy Max, will you be sitting outside the room listening like you did with Jackson?”
I should push her away. It’s what I should have done since the very beginning, but now I was worried that she had been shoved too hard. She was trying to do anything to crawl under my skin, and even though I knew she was doing it on purpose, it still stung like a motherfucker.
“Alison…” I warned again, another dare, another say-another-word-and-I’ll-make-you-eat-it goad. I knew how she responded when someone tried to control her. She did the exact opposite, and some sick part of me was counting on exactly that.
“Every moan, every deep thrust, every orgasm he gives me?” Her voice had stepped down to the darkest depths of hell, and I couldn’t see beyond the fire that was burning in my eyes, her last words tipping my world into darkness. “Will you, Max? Will you listen to it all?”
I grabbed her jaw and pushed her against the wall, the glint in her eyes showing nothing but the shine of glory and victory. She was trapped, nowhere to go, nowhere to look but straight at me, but I was the one whose balls were caught tight.
“Is that what you want? To fuck him and have me listen?” My lips grazed hers with every new word. “What name will you cry out if you come?”
My blood boiled with anger as my words came out between gritted teeth. The images of her under another were burning holes of hate in my conscience, leaving nothing but the raw and primal need for staking my claim. For branding her so deeply with me that I would be the only face she saw in her white haze of ecstasy.
“It’s a fucking question, Alison. Our little game is still on, right? So answer me. Who’s name?” I roared. Good Max was drowning in six feet of toxic lust and envy. The only one who survived was the real me. The dark, twisted, horny as fuck me.
“Who’s fucking name, Alison?” I slammed my fist against the wall, tightening my hold on her jaw .
“Yours,” She practically moaned. Her exhaled confession was as melodic as a fucking nightingale’s song. I was about to break her but couldn’t bring myself to stop.
“Turn around.” I spun her, crashing her into the wall again, face against the cold white surface. No softness in my touch, no plea for it in her eyes. “Let’s rehearse, shall we?”
“Max… What are you—” Her words snatched from her tongue by the descent of my hand towards her pussy.
“I’m branding my name on your lips, Angelo,” Angel . I whispered as I dipped my fingers under the waistband of her silky panties.
“Don’t.” She moaned again, louder this time. Her words not matching the pleasure in her arching back, her ass snuggling tighter against my rock-hard cock.
I reached her clit and drew hard circles on it, being met with a wet pussy. “Dripping already, Baby?”
“Oh, fuck.” She cried in sync with every flick of my fingers.
“Do you want me to stop?” I teased, while I glided down her clit to her entrance, probing just the slightest inch inside her.
“God, no.”
“Good girl.” I praised her honesty, awarding her with a full finger slipping inside. A sharp gasp fueled me like a heroine-craving fucker. I wanted to hear my name laced with her pleasure, and I intended to get what I wanted. “You like my finger fucking your pussy?”
I drew another one inside, her moans coming out louder by the second. What the fuck was I doing?
“Yes… don’t stop. I’m… ah.” She couldn’t find her words in the foggy mist.
I was pinning her between my clit-grazing palm and my burning erection, two fingers feeling the depths of her. I clamped my free hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the uncontrolled moans that my fucking was drawing out of her.
“Come all over my fingers, Angelo . Call my fucking name into that blinding light.” I thrust my cock against her ass as I fucked her pussy relentlessly, finally tipping her into the dark pit of bliss.
She closed her eyes as she started to fall, but I couldn’t have that. I needed to see her in all her fucking glory.
“Look at me, Alison. Eyes locked on me as I make you come.”
“Oh God, Max.” She moaned against my hand. Her cry was like the most beautiful song I’d ever heard, the exact secret chord David played that pleased the Lord.
Her cunt squeezed my fingers as she came hard and fucking beautiful. I was so going to hell for this. She would hate me with all her might after today.
“Fucking beautiful,” I praised again. I drew my fingers out, releasing her. I took my hand to my tongue and licked every damn lucky finger that had had the privilege to be inside her.
I was close to exploding in my fucking pants, but I’d already gone one step too far, and now was the time to tip her into blind everlasting hatred. I would break her, but not without breaking along with her.
I took the two steps necessary to reach the door, not wanting to see the carnage I knew my words would bring.
“Good luck wiping my name from your lips when anyone else makes you come.”
She was supposed to be enraged and crumble. Resign to her fate and know that whatever the fuck just happened was wrong on every damn level. I wasn’t expecting her to push back, though. Before I could pull the door open, Alison’s hand slammed on the wooden surface, shutting it again .
She was enraged, alright. Although this time, I’d apparently hit a different nerve than all the other times. One that propelled her to hit back with every weapon she could reach, and fuck me if she hadn’t chosen the one that would cause the worst kind of destruction. And she didn’t even know it.
“If you think that’s enough to engrave your name on my lips, you’re delusional.” She said, her green eyes shining with lust and a kind of anger that violence couldn’t quench. “Vincenzo, Vincenzo, oh God, Vincenzooooo.” She fake moaned, and my blood boiled hotter every time that fucker’s name came from her red lips. Those same plump, sexy fucking lips that she’d been biting while I fingered her had no business mouthing any other man’s name besides mine.
My hand flew from my side to cover her mouth and push her back against the wall. She needed to shut the fuck up right this second, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.
Alison regained her clarity, and while I could see through her tactics, I couldn’t help the effect it had on me. It was irrational, just like every fucking thing I felt for this beauty, willingly destroying me with my own damn game.
She stared into my eyes, daring me to do something. Anything. But instead, I took deep, steadying breaths because I was too damn close to claiming her right here.
“How do you like hearing that, Max?” Her question came out like gloating, even though it was muffled by my palm.
My flaring nose gave away just how much rage coursed through me and she was loving the sight in front of her.
“It’s a fucking question, since our game is still on. Do I need to moan his name again for you to answer me with your damn words?”
A roar of anger burst through my chest, and before I could stop myself, I was crashing my lips to hers, one hand holding her by her throat while the other tore my belt from the loops in my pants.
Before breaking our kiss, I bit her lip hard enough to leave a sting, showing her the fucking game was over. Pulling her hands above her head, I wrapped my belt around her wrists and fastened just enough for it to bite into her skin and remind her of who the fuck was in charge here.
“I told you before, Angelo, do not piss me off. I crave punishment when I’m pissed off, and unfortunately for you, we’ve crossed that fucking line now.”
I felt the shiver that ran through her, and if my cock wasn’t already standing tall from the taste of her cum that lingered on my tongue, it would spring to life seeing how much my commanding words affected her.
“Good. I’m tired of that damn mask you wear all the time.”
“It’s not a mask.” It wasn’t. It was protection. Hers more than mine.
I tugged on her restraints and pushed her face first onto the mattress. She used her knee to soften the fall, making her land on her elbows and knees, her ass perked up into the air. The hem of her robe had folded onto her back, exposing her juicy ass in nothing but a thin thong.
Jesus fuck!
How would I claim her? How would I mark her if I could never fucking have her without gambling her life away?
I couldn’t, but right now, I was about to find a damn way to stake my claim on her. I knew that even if it was temporary on her flesh, it would be damn eternal on her mind. The fucked up, selfish me wanted her to remember who she really belonged to even after marrying someone else.
As much as I wanted to deny it, that was my fault entirely .
Skimming her soft skin with the tips of my fingers, I reveled in the view in front of me. Jesus, I missed this so damn much. Her white underwear was soaked through with her cum, to the point it had gone sheer. I had to hold myself back not to sink to my knees and lick every last drop of it.
It’s been three damn years since I’ve seen her in all her glory. Three long years since I’ve sunken my cock into a needy pussy. Three agonizing years since I’ve fucked anyone .
Because no one compares to her.
“Is this the part where you rile me up and then leave me hanging?”
I couldn’t hold the chuckle back. It was laced with both irony and appreciation for her. She was playing me again. I knew it. But this time, I wasn’t so sure my brakes would work. They were fucked. Wrecked by the image of this beauty belonging to someone else. Someone I hated with all my guts.
“No, Baby,” I replied, my full hand caressing her ass cheek now, “This is the part where I mark this pretty ass of yours and punish you for your insolence.”
“Past experience makes me call bull shit on that.”
In a swift move, my hand rose from her skin before coming down on her ass cheek hard enough for it to sting. The sound echoed through the room and sang straight to my cock.
Alison kept her moan or screech trapped in her throat, but I saw all her muscles tensing, her head falling to her hands in front of her while her hair spread around her face, concealing her expression.
“Look at me, Alison.”
“No.” She replied, her voice as steady as ever. Defiance was my favorite color on her, and I wanted to see it on her face .
Another sharp smack resounded, and the print of my hand on her soft flesh was taunting me, bright and proud. I hooked my fingers around that flimsy piece of fabric and tugged on it once, ripping the thing in two, her pussy now glistening in front of me.
With two fingers, I caressed her entrance, teasing her and coating my fingers in her juices while Alison squirmed and pushed back, trying to take them into her.
“So fucking needy. Look at me.”
“You’re not giving me what I want, so I’m sure as fuck not going to give you what you want, either.”
“And what is it that you want, Angelo? ”
“Your cum coating my skin.” That was the moment she decided to look at me, to see exactly where we stood. I was falling into entrapment while she stood on a damn pedestal, in total control of this situation, even with her hands bound. “But I’m too dirty for you, right?”
“So fucking dirty,” I repeated her words, giving them a whole other meaning. I knew she was referring to our encounter at the hospital, but right now, that conversation would only lead me back to doing the right thing, and I was too far gone to take the high road now.
I circled her clit a few times, my fingers extra slick with her arousal, and it was all she could do to hold back a breathy moan. I thought I’d finger her, jerk off, and come on her skin. Stain her in me and mark her with my seed. But my angel was not about to let this be any less than it was bound to.
“Max,” her voice was shaky, a plea coming from the most deprived parts of her, “Please, I need your cock inside me.”
Please.
I closed my eyes and heard that on a loop in my mind. Please.
“Beg, Baby. Tell me how much you want me. ”
“Please, Max. I need you so fucking bad. Please fill me up.”
I held onto her hip with one hand while undoing my pants and pulling out my hard cock with the other, holding my breath in my chest until I was buried inside her.
One swift move and I was balls deep. Deep in trouble. Deep inside of her.
Alison’s whimper showed me she wasn’t expecting it. Even if she was begging, a part of her still believed I had the necessary restraint to stop this. She was delusional. I was so far gone I feared I was about to come with one single thrust.
“Oh my God! What are you…?” Her nails dug into the sheets while she struggled to catch her breath. I pulled her upright, her back to my chest while my hard shaft was still inside her. “I haven’t been taking the pill. Please tell me you put on a condom and I didn’t notice.”
Something about her confession made my chest fill up with a strange kind of anxiety. The type that comes when you want something so fucking bad you can’t wait another second to make it happen. Coming inside her now just became my life’s goal.
I tugged her bra down, exposing her perky nipple to my torturous fingers.
I pinched it once, and her pussy clenched so hard around my cock that I thought she was about to cut my blood supply. She started moving of her own accord, fucking herself on my cock, moving her hips in sensual circles while her mouth fell open in ecstasy.
“Sex is a dirty thing, Princess. But this? This is fucking unsullied. Having a condom between us would be insulting.”
“I waited so damn long for this.” She murmured, rocking against me since I wasn’t moving an inch .
“Try three damn years.” It was a whisper I wasn't sure she heard.
I pulled out entirely, only to slam back inside her, my hand gripping her whole tit with force.
“I can’t come like this. I need to be on top.”
“Yes, you fucking can. Just let go, Alison. This is my fucking show. You have absolutely no control here. Not when I’m inside of you.”
I kissed her fiercely before pushing her back down, one hand on the back of her head and the other on her hip. I grabbed a handful of her raven hair and tugged until her back was arched and I could get deeper inside. With each thrust, I was that much closer to becoming undone, but she had to come first. She had to understand that I wasn’t just anyone.
Knowing those other fuckers didn’t know how to make her come and she had to do it herself gave me some kind of sick and twisted satisfaction.
Not with me, though.
I knew this fiery princess bouncing off my cock. She needed to get out of her head and into the moment. She needed to be totally free.
I smacked her ass again, the pain that drove through her body culminating with her pussy contracting around me.
My baby liked some pain with her pleasure. I smacked her again and tugged on her hair harder.
“Look at you, Angelo . My cock was made to fit inside of you, wasn’t it?”
When she didn’t reply, I punished her again, another smack that made her moan this time.
“You’re gonna come for me, Alison. I’m not asking. I’m telling you. Say it.” I tugged on her hair for effect as I pumped the head of my cock in and out of her. Shallow pumps meant to hit that sweet spot just after her entrance. With a steady rhythm, Alison started pushing further back, her muscles contracting while she ran after that bliss.
“Say it!” I demanded, feeling her go stiff, her breath caught in her throat.
“I’m gonna come for you.”
“Yes, you fucking are,” I grunted right into her ear, and Alison exploded around me.
“Jesus fuck, you’re gonna break me.”
I pushed her head into the mattress, trying to muffle the sound and shorten her oxygen intake at the same time while I pumped in and out of her, riding her orgasm into the damn sun while mine started tearing through me right after.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek, keeping my groan in check, hoping that by some damn fucking miracle, no one had heard us on the other side of that thin wall. But by now, I was sure it was wishful thinking.
The force of my orgasm almost broke me. It almost made my knees give out from beneath me. Only Alison could give me this kind of release. This kind of unmatched pleasure.
Pulling out of her slowly, I watched as a gush of my cum leaked from her raw pussy, sliding down her leg as she’d requested. Maybe she hadn’t envisioned it would be leaking from inside of her, but this was non-negotiable after her confession. I wasn’t about to delve into the reason she had stopped her birth control, not when the only image in my mind was Alison pregnant with my baby, calling off that goddamn wedding.
What a fucking turn of events that would be.
It was the best fucking image on this earth, and there was nothing else I could crave more than to engrave it in my brain for-fucking-ever. Both the leaking cum and the vision of my baby inside of her.
Fuck, this is new !
But I couldn’t. Not when we were this close to the devil that haunted me.
Soon we’d be landing, and her future would be colliding with my past.
“You need another shower. What would your pompous husband say if he saw you dripping with my cum?” The words cut my tongue on their way out. Alison hadn’t even stopped panting, and I was already shoving her away as hard as I could.
“You’re not serious!”
Slowly, I put my dick back into my pants and soothed the fabric of my shirt before unfastening the belt around her wrists and looping it back in place.
Her arms were red from tugging on it, and I couldn’t find it in me to feel sorry. I hope that motherfucker sees it and knows exactly what it is.
“He’s waiting for his pristine Mafia Princess. Maybe scrub extra hard.”
Curt, crude, and cunning. I left her to pick up the pieces of herself, together with the ones of me that I had lost for eternity. It was either that or preparing a headstone with her name on it.
I easily chose the former.