Chapter Twenty-Eight
Seraphina
Our kiss was electric, like a live wire pressed against my skin.
It was all-consuming. It had been years since I’d even wanted someone to touch me, let alone kiss me.
But Sergio’s mouth on mine, his hands gripping my waist like he missed me just as much, made me feel not just beautiful, but desired.
Worshipped.
Something primal surged from deep inside of my chest, clawing its way through the wall I’d constructed over the years.
I couldn’t think and I didn’t want to. I wanted to live in the moment because I knew deep in my soul after all this was over, Sergio and I still had things we had to work through.
We couldn’t pick up like nothing happened even with Dorian out of the picture.
Something broke in me the last time he betrayed my trust. And while I pray we could fix things, I didn’t know if it was possible.
But I needed to put that aside for another day.
Right now, all I wanted to do was feel. Feel like the old me.
My fingers fumbled at the buttons of his pants, frantic, greedy, like undoing them would unlock something that had been lost to time and pain.
Every brush of his lips against my neck, every groan that escaped him, fed the fire licking up my spine. I hadn’t felt this alive in so long.
My body arched toward him like it had been waiting years for this exact moment and maybe it had.
Sergio was my first. He taught me what I liked in the bedroom.
He taught me how to please him. I can’t lie and say I didn’t miss this because I did.
And I wanted more of it. I wanted all of him.
I wanted to drown in this thing we’d always had, at least for a little while.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured, his breath ragged against my ear. “I’m so ready to be inside you.”
“Then do it.”
I pulled him closer. He lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he slid inside me. We both groaned at the sensation.
“You’re in my blood, Seraphina.” He plunged inside me deeper and harder. “You’re a part of my soul.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Dorian’s voice tore through our little bubble. The sound of chains rattling echoed inside the room. “Seraphina!”
I forgot he was even here. Sergio didn’t flinch. He just smiled, and it was cruel. He moved inside me with punishing force, his grip on my hips bruising. “He’s not angry because I touched you,” he whispered, not missing a beat. “He’s angry because he can’t stop watching me fuck you.”
I gasped, not just from the rhythm of Sergio’s body but from the truth in his words. Dorian’s rage wasn’t just about watching me with another man. It was also because he liked it.
“You feel that?” Sergio growled, licking along my collarbone. “That ache? That’s what he wants. He hates that you and me… fuck. We’re forever, baby.”
“Fuck me, Sergio.”
“I’m going to kill you Puglisi!” Dorian screamed. “She’s mine!”
Sergio didn’t stop fucking me. He fucked me harder. Deeper. He pushed me closer to the edge while my abusive prick of a husband couldn’t do anything about it. And I fucking loved every minute of it.
Sergio leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “Let him listen. Let him break. You’re mine now. Come for me, baby.”
“Fuck…Sergio!” I screamed as my body shook on his command. Heat traveled across my skin, and my pussy clamped around him.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Fuck Seraphina,” he grunted, filling me with his warm release.
I slumped against him, just trying to catch my breath. Sergio held me, but I knew this wasn’t the end of things. Dorian hadn’t suffered enough.
I looked at Sergio and leaned in for a kiss. My tongue traced the outline of his plump lips before I pushed it inside. He groaned, and his dick hardened again. He pulled away from me with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, as he sat me down on my feet.
“I’m not done with my pussy yet.”
I couldn’t stop my smile from growing.
Inside, the air was thick, saturated not only with the smell of Dorian’s blood and piss but also sex.
I took the chance and glanced at him. Not only was he hard, but he looked like if he got close enough to me, he’d strangle me after he came.
His eyes were wild. His chest heaved as his eyes flicked from me to Sergio, who stood beside me.
For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t scared of Dorian. I wanted to rub it in his goddamn face how good Sergio was making me feel.
I tilted my head, smiling at him. “You wanted to destroy me,” I said. “But you can’t. I survived Dorian. I survived!”
His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking like a warning. “This isn’t over, Seraphina,” he said. “I’ll be with you until the day you die, sweetheart.”
Then he smiled, and it made my blood run cold.
“Even when I’m rotting in the ground,” Dorian said, his gaze never leaving mine. “I’ll still be there. In your scars. In your memories. In the dark corners of your mind where no one else can reach but me. You’ll never be free of me, Seraphina Drakos. Never!”
“And I’ll be the fucking knight that slays every fucking beast until there’s nothing left of you anymore. She’s got me now. You insignificant motherfucker.”
Dorian’s eyes burned into mine, but I didn’t flinch. I wanted him to feel everything I felt at that moment. Anger, hurt, but most of all freedom. Freedom to have a life without him in it.
I grabbed a metal chair that sat against the wall and placed it in front of Dorian. “Sit,” I told Sergio and without hesitation he did.
I straddled Sergio’s lap and sank onto his hardened length but kept my back to Dorian. I wanted no distraction, but I wanted Dorian to experience every whimper, every groan, every moment of ecstasy.
I closed my eyes, letting the last of Dorian’s venom dissolve into silence. No more curses. No more threats. Just the steady, reverent love of Sergio Puglisi. His breath against my skin, his hands all over my body that anchored me to something real. My new reality.
I exhaled, not in fear, but in relief. In freedom. Every touch of Sergio rewrote the story of my body and my mind. Not as a battlefield, or a place to survive, but as a promise to what was coming for me. I wasn’t running anymore. I was finally living again.