Chapter 36
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ANASTASIA
I’m convinced my husband is insane. He looks manic in this light, holding the dagger with the tip glistening as the sun disappears behind us.
Blood?
Of course, I didn’t mind blood considering I’ve spilled it more times than I can count, but I doubt that’s what he was referring to.
Beneath the soles of my feet, I can feel the dirt crumbling between my toes and yet surprisingly, I don’t succumb to the urge to scrub them clean but embrace it instead. Even the stickiness of the orange juices clinging to my skin, doesn’t disgust me but excites a thrill as the sweet scent invades all my senses.
“Mi amore,” He cocks his head, taking a few steps towards. I match them as I walk backwards, inviting his predatory gaze. A smirk rises on my lips before I sprint away from him.
This time I want to play.
I’m sick of always being the responsible one who wakes up before the city does. I want to have fun, to laugh and scream and find enjoyment in being chased barefoot by my husband through an orange grove.
I need that spontaneity and excitement — before Enzo came back into my life, I didn’t realize how truly unalive I was. Existing on fleeting scraps of joy but now it’s an endless bounty with every day inviting something new.
My legs burn but I keep on running, almost slipping as I turn the corner and bury myself behind one of the towering trees. The crunch of leaves settles beneath my feet and I crouch down, peering around the trunk.
“Anastasia!” I hear him shout, followed by a dark laugh that settles deep in my bones. “I used to hide out here all the time playing tag with Dom. I know this place like the back of my hand. Do you really think I won’t find you?”
Oh I want him to find me, but it would be no fun if I just gave up .
Plucking one of the low hanging fruits off its branch, I launch it across the grove. The thud of it landing on the floor, earns his attention. I feel my breaths become shallow as I watch him. His dark hair, a wild mess from its usual slick back style, and his white shirt is splattered with red, painting him as a feral beast hunting his prey.
Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t anyone’s prey.
I would kick and fight to come out on top. But he knows it and that’s what I love about him.
Like a shadow, he disappears into the dark to chase after my distraction. I look ahead, focusing on the small shack less than a hundred meters from me. It should be easy enough to reach that.
Slowly I creep out, keeping my gaze fixed on the direction where he disappeared to. There’s nothing but a hollow darkness of trees forming an eerie path. I smile to myself, slowly making my way to the other side of the grove.
It was almost too—
“Ah fuck!” I’m suddenly lifted off the ground. My limbs flailing to be released but he keeps a stronghold around my waist, spinning me around until my desire to fight becomes skewed by the dizziness. “Enzo,” I plead until he finally lets me drop.
My feet reach the ground but he quickly shoves me back against a tree. The rough bark scratches at my bare skin and I can’t help but gasp at how close he is. The heat of his body expands like a wave, washing over me again and again until I’m forced to succumb to it. “You really thought that I wouldn’t find you?” He tucks my loose hair behind my ear whilst his fingers drift over my cheek. “You should know by now that I always get what I want, mi amore. Including you.”
I scowl, ready to retort when he waves the dagger in front of my face. He leans forward and I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling its sharp tip against my nose. The leaves rustle above my head and I frown, peeking my eyes open.
Enzo cradles one of the blood oranges in his palm, carefully slicing into it. The juices spurt everywhere, urging my desire to lean in and suck it dry. My stomach twists as I watch him lower his face to the orange and lick it clean. His gaze stayed fixed on me as he sucks the orange the way he eats my pussy every night.
This should be weird. I should find it grotesque and yet, I can’t stop watching him.
When he’s finished, he brings the wet pulp to my mouth, pushing it in hard until the remaining juices begin to violently flood out. I moan as the sweet tang hits my tongue, flavor exploding in my mouth unlike anything I’ve tasted before.
He lets the empty peel drop on the ground and steps back, his eyes roaming over my disheveled appearance. I must look like a toddler with the amount of sticky juices clinging to my chin, neck, breasts…
“I’m going to paint you red, baby.”
I frown. What the hell did that mean?
Not that it would take much anyways seeing as though my white dress was now stained pink. It took hours to clean off the blood stains the last time I wore it during my initiation ceremony, and now I could only assume it was heading straight for the bin.
Pity. I liked the memory it held but I’m guessing I’m going to like this new memory a whole lot more.
Reaching forward, he tears the dress at the straps, causing it to fall to my feet and mix in with the dirt. I shoot him a glare, knowing how many times I’ve told him not to shred my clothes and yet he still does it anyways.
“Relax, mi amore. I’ll buy you a thousand more.”
“Oh,” I gasp as his tongue latches onto my breast, swirling my nipple around in his mouth until it forms a hardened peak. He repeats the process on the other side, cupping my neck tight as he draws himself up to kiss me.
I wince as he bites down on my lips, drawing blood and then lapping at the wound with his tongue still warm from the fruit. Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him closer to merge our two bodies until I can feel the hard shape of his cock through his pants.
“Off.” He works on the zipper whilst I unbutton his shirt. Thick muscle peeks out beneath his skin, abs already glistening with sweat from the chase. Then my favorite part of him — okay, I do like his eyes — but his cock is beautiful, standing tall and hard with the tip desperate to be nestled inside of me.
I want him in my mouth. I want to see if he tastes better or the fruit.
Enzo tips my chin up, amusement flickering his cold gaze. “No, mi amore. I’m filling other places today.” I raise my brow.
He doesn’t mean…
A dark laugh vibrates from his chest and he shakes his head. “No, not that. You really do have a filthy mind, don’t you? I wonder if that’s partly my fault or if you’ve always been this beautifully depraved.” I swallow my retort, not wanting to slow down and a little surprised at how the thought of Enzo fucking ass wasn’t so completely terrifying.
My entire body stiffens as he points the tip of the knife against my bottom lip. Ever so gently, he drags it across the thin skin making me wonder how something so dangerous could feel so good,
“Open.” I glare wide at him .
What the fuck was he doing? His gaze softens for a second, fixing me with a boyish smile. “Trust me.”
I hesitate before opening my mouth wide for him. He slides the dagger in, rubbing the steel against the flat of my tongue. I almost gasp but the fear of cutting myself keeps my muscles paralyzed. My jaw starts to ache as he runs the remains of the succulent juices over my tongue.
“Good girl,” He purrs. The praise washes over me, dulling the alarms sounding in my head at how completely insane this is.
I don’t even realize when he pulls it out.
Instead he shuts my mouth for me, sealing a kiss over my aching jaw. “Thank you for trusting me. Now I need you to trust me some more.” My breaths become ragged, fear and arousal beginning to mix in my stomach like a sick concoction as he presses the point of the knife against my navel.
Both our eyes remain fixed on the dagger, watching as he scrapes the tip over my freshly waxed pussy and drags it down towards my inner thigh. Then finally he looks up. “Can I cut you?”
What the fuck?
I move back but I’m already against the tree and his body is caging me in .
My chest heaves as he leans in, skimming my cheek with his lips. “Nothing painful. Just a quick flick to see how you feel. You can say no and I promise I’ll drop the dagger, pick you up and fuck you against this tree the way you like it.”
Was this a kink? A blood fetish?
I mean I know people have all sorts of weird things that turn them but Enzo…I thought I knew all the tricks to bring him to his knees.
Yet part of me likes the fact that there are still pieces of him I haven’t discovered yet. It’s not much of a stretch that two depraved souls as us would draw pleasure from blood. I enjoy killing people who screw me over, but I’ve never noticed if it’s the blood I’m drawn to or the act itself.
Finally I look at him, hoping I won’t regret taking the risk. “I say orange and you stop. I don’t care how close you are to coming.” He nods, smiling like an idiot before dropping to his knees.
Those large hands pry open my thighs and he inhales deeply, like the scent of my pussy is the only thing keeping him alive. His wrist flicks the dagger and just like that a small cut opens along my thigh, allowing blood to seep out. I wince for a second and there he is, soothing the cut with his tongue and drawing my blood into his mouth .
My lips part as I try to register how it makes me fool. It’s the conflict between how intimate it feels and knowing this is such a fucked up thing to enjoy.
His lips move up my thigh, latching onto my pussy. I groan at the pleasure that thickens inside of me, gripping onto his hair tight as he pushes two fingers inside of me.
Then he cuts me again.
I feel the sharp nick and then his tongue is over it, spreading tingles of pleasure to block out the pain. My pussy tightens and an orgasm strikes, sparking against every nerve in my body.
Suddenly he’s standing before me again, his lips pressing against mine so I can taste the strange flavor of my pussy mixed with blood. It’s so weird how much it turns me on.
Mass volumes of oxytocin flood my veins until all that exists is him.
“More,” I mumble, chasing the desire he’s woven around us.
He holds out his palm, the one unscarred by his oath to my family. “I made my promise to the mafia, to your family, but I never made one to you.”
“I would have thought our wedding vows would have sufficed.” He laughs softly, pointing the tip into his hand. Panic rings loud in my head. That’ll draw a lot more blood than just a tiny flick. “Enzo— ”
He slices his palm. Bright red rushes out and drops his hand to his cock, stroking it to erection. “Are you crazy?” I bite out, ready to grab the tatters of my dress and turn them into a makeshift bandage.
He shrugs. “Only with you, mi amore. I told you I would paint you red.”
“I didn’t think you meant literally.” Then it hits me. “Wait, you want to fuck me with your blood?”
“What better poetry is there than sinking deep into your wife and leaving your blood behind as a symbol of loyalty?” My gaze falls to his cock.
Blood red — just like the oranges and growing more swollen with every tortuous stroke he delivers to himself.
“I know you want it, Anastasia. I can see it in those pretty little eyes. The desire trapped beneath stigma and social conventions. Fuck everyone else baby. Look around, it’s just us and nature. No-one to judge, or care…” I gasp as his cock hits my thigh. He drags the tip across my skin, smearing his blood up until he reaches my clit.
“Enzo,” I was losing it. Every bit of sanity, I was clinging onto with a straw. “I—”
Pleasure swarms my stomach again, rebelling against my mind that screams no. He pushes the tip through my wet folds, teasing every bit of will I have left in me. “Say yes, mi amore. Let me show you how much I love you.”
Oh fuck it.
“Yes! Yes please, oh—” He pushes into me so fast I have to grab onto the tree to keep myself grounded.
Lifting me up, he cradles my thighs and pulls my legs open around his waist. He’s so slow at first, making me watch as every inch of his cock disappears inside of me. When he drags out, my wetness follows, mixed with blood and he rubs his palm across his length to add more to the mess.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Our fluids become this curated chaos that I can’t seem to tear away from.
A moan breaks from me as he drops his hand down to rub my clit. I grind my hips to meet his slow rhythm, my back burning against the bark but I can barely feel it beneath the pleasure that rises through my body.
“That’s it, good girl…fuck you look so beautiful.”
“More.” I sink my nails into his neck as he hikes me up, adjusting his grip before slamming his hips against mine.
His pace becomes punishing. I can feel each thrust through my whole body, beating against every muscle and bone until I’m nothing but a limp mess in his arms. His breaths turn heavy as he races towards his own end. Reaching up, I yank his hair back and make him groan from the strain.
A smile plays on my lip as I move my hips in time with his thrusts until my muscles begin to tremble in his grip. “Oh, fuck I’m—”
Stars burst behind my eyelids, rocketing me into a depth of pleasure I’ve never reached before. He groans and I can feel him spill inside of me, his cock jerking from the balls.
We both slow, panting hard and he stumbles back, forcing me against the tree. I grab the branch above my head and groan as he slips out of me. My body shivers, finally able to feel the cold of the night whipping against my skin.
He draws my lips to his, pulling me back down to reality. “Even covered in dirt, blood and cum, you look like a fucking angel.”
I moan as my head still spins from the orgasm. “I’m as corrupt as you can get, baby . I think the loss of blood is messing with your head.”
Chuckling, he finally sets me on my feet and reaches down to pull his jacket over my naked body. “Brat.” He chides and I smile to myself, feeling his blood and cum trickling down my thigh like a beautiful messy concoction.