Chapter 20 – Geralynn
Chapter Twenty
Geralynn
“Why can’t you handle getting hurt?” Renzo sneers, because of course he considers my feelings so unimportant. “Do you think you’re the one woman in the world who can avoid pain?”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“Choosing to be with you would mean giving up everything I ever worked for. It would mean keeping my children away from their legacy and ancestry… It would mean–”
“And what about my ancestry and legacy?” I snap at him.
“You might think I’m just a janitor but Black people didn’t end up in Buffalo by accident.
My skin color, my nose, my hair texture, the way I think are all attached to a history that some mixed kid with a millionaire father and a shit ton of privilege will never completely understand. ”
Emotions that I didn’t know I felt rise to the surface as my entire body trembles with rage at Renzo’s entitlement and his inability to see my perspective at all while claiming that he loves me.
If he wants me to feel this so-called love, I need him to see me outside of the bedroom and outside of the twisted scenes that play out between us when he draws my naked body or looms over me naked in our bed together.
“When you choose to be with someone different, you both stand to lose something. What I have to lose and what I have to change is not any less important than what you have to lose or change.”
“I don’t think you’re unimportant,” Renzo says, cracking and revealing something genuine that I would have never guessed in a million years about him.
“I find it so fucking infuriating how you’re so confident that nothing I say to trigger you could ever in a million years bring you down.
I’ve been studying your reactions for years to find the source of that disturbing strength. ”
Does Renzo mean my survival instincts? There is nothing special about those.
You have to believe in your own self-worth and build up your own confidence in a world designed to beat you down into submission whenever you dare to shine.
My self-confidence was drilled into me from a very young age and sure, it comes with its benefits, but right now, I’m not sure if I’m as strong as Renzo thinks.
Even if he’s genuine about loving me and wanting to change his worldview for me, letting him into my heart feels like a threat to my independence.
I would rather distract him in the bedroom than interrogate the disturbing truth about how he’s slowly unraveled my suspicions towards him by becoming protective, calm, and patient, right when Nicki’s evil plot threatened to unravel my sanity.
He’s been there for me in a way that she wasn’t – and I can’t pretend that it means absolutely nothing to me. I want him to mean nothing to me. I would vastly prefer it if Renzo kept himself at arms’ length and stayed away from me. I tried at every opportunity to push him away.
“Just go upstairs and I’ll stay here until I calm down and we can pretend this never happened.”
“I don’t want to pretend it never happened.”
And why not? Renzo makes me want to scream and tear my hair out.
He closes the distance between the two of us, trapping me between his body and a shelf filled with wine bottles.
How stupid was I to think that Renzo wouldn’t follow me into the darkness?
He craves space like this – dark, damp space that constricts and closes around you.
“Renzo, go away.”
“No.”
His breath smells like cinnamon and mint.
I throw my hands up against his chest instinctively to push him away and suspect very correctly that Renzo would be stupid and careless enough to try kissing me right now.
He leans forward, defying my obvious effort to push him away and kisses me on the lips.
No. My body tenses as he grabs my cheeks and kisses me again. It’s so strong and possessive that I could forget my determination to resist him if I weren’t somehow more stubborn than Renzo Taviani.
“You’re mine,” he growls. “Every part of you is mine.”
His thumb traces the outline of my lips.
Heat emanates from his gaze and my skin burns beneath the path of Renzo’s murky green predator’s eyes.
He mesmerizes me in place with his touch and with the firmness of his grasp on my soft cheeks, dampened with tears which Renzo ignores as he sinks his thumb and forefinger into my jaw.
One wrong move and he’ll unleash his desire and wrath on me.
I’m not sure which is worse given the intensity of his stare.
The burning sensation spreads all over my skin and I watch Renzo’s soft lips as I fight my desperate craving to know what he’ll unleash on me next. He says that he loves me, but I can’t believe he feels anything more than a dark desire to possess what he knows he shouldn’t.
His thumb traces the outline of my lips again and I struggle to withhold a whimper as he touches me. My body trembles against my will as Renzo speaks. This man has no right to make me feel this weak. I gasp as he sticks a finger into my mouth, clearly intending for me to suck on it.
“I fucked a baby into your womb,” Renzo continues with a chilling, low voice.
His eyes flicker with barely concealed rage.
This is what I get for not returning his love automatically – proof that I’ve done the right thing.
My resolve heightens as Renzo pushes his finger into my mouth deeper.
Suck. My body responds against my will with my lips clamping around his finger as he invades my mouth and continues speaking.
“Every inch of you belongs to me and always will,” Renzo says. “It just so happens that this time, I want us tied together. I want your love…”
He withdraws his finger from my mouth and quickly cleans it off with his own mouth before drying his hand on his pants.
I shudder unconsciously as his gaze drops over to me again.
The intense fire behind his eyes this time rightfully scares me.
There’s nowhere for me to escape from him in the wine cellar and if I stray too far, I really might get lost in the weaving tunnels of dusty wine bottles.
“Say it,” Renzo demands in a low voice, taking his dried off finger and running it over my collar bone as he makes his nonspecific command.
I can’t predict what exactly he wants me to say and I stay silent because I don’t dare get it wrong and subject myself to Renzo’s punishment while he’s in this heightened state.
I provoked him by running away, but what the hell did he expect when he interrupted my LSAT session to confess his nonexistent love for me.
“What do you want me to say?”
“Say that you love me or I’ll fuck your ass with a wine bottle,” Renzo says calmly and seriously.
A shiver runs straight down my spine and causes my core to throb.
What the fuck? What the fuck!? Renzo has said crazy and outrageous shit before, but this has to be the worst. My response forms a lump in my throat and no words come out.
I wonder if I should just give in and tell him that I love him.
Then again, I don’t believe he’s going to shove a wine bottle up my ass because there’s no way in hell that would feel good for either of us.
Giving in easily would only give Renzo power over me and let him know that a little threat like that is all it takes to manipulate me.
Stubbornness courses through me and I want to fight him for the same reasons I wanted to escape Renzo and hide from him in this cellar in the first damn place.
“You’re not going to fuck me in the ass with a wine bottle.”
“Why not?” Renzo asks with his chilling tone only getting chillier. “You’ll like it. Plus, I have plenty of lube down here.”
“Wine isn’t lube.”
“Some of these bottles aren’t wine at all,” Renzo replies, the corner of his mouth turning up into a sly smile. “I collect olive oil too.”
I glance around the shelves as if I could read the labels, which I can’t because of the low-lighting and the fact that all the writing is in Italian.
Renzo reaches over my head, practically pressing his musky armpit into my face to pull out a smooth, sculpted wooden box.
When he opens it, a gold and black bottle lies in a bed of red, satin cloth.
“This is probably more expensive than anything you own,” Renzo says, stroking the bottle with his large palm.
He’s unapologetic about his frankness, even when it’s offensive.
This time, he’s probably right. “It’s a €30,000 extra virgin bottle.
After warming the oil in my hands, I’ll pour it all over your ass cheeks and then slide the neck of a wine bottle right up your backdoor… ”
He grips the mouth of the wine bottle in the most threatening way I can imagine. My ass puckers and clenches at the visual suggestion of what it might be like to take something as wide and thick as a wine bottle up my ass.
“So tell me.”
“Why do I have to love you for this to work?”
“Because it’s the truth.”
He can’t make me say it.
I plead with him softly, “Renzo.”
“Turn around.”
His command is clear. I don’t dare defy him, but I must. I have to be stronger than my fears. I don’t move.
“I said turn around. Either that or you admit your feelings.”
“I don’t have–”
He cuts me off by flipping me around and pressing me face first into the wall between his shelves and shelves of wine bottles.
I yelp as Renzo pins me to the wall. He promised me that he would study with me in exchange for sitting nude and instead, he’s punishing me for staying level-headed throughout this whole stupid ordeal Nicki tricked us into.
He’ll thank me later when he wakes up and realizes that he doesn’t give a shit about me or our baby.
“Tell me how you feel,” Renzo growls. “This is your last chance, Geralynn. If you don’t say it now, that’s it. I’m pouring olive oil on your ass cheeks and then…I’ll take what I want until I’m done…”
I glance over my shoulder at Renzo, barely able to move but refusing to look away from him until I physically can’t anymore.
He looks so fucking sexy… and sick in the fucking head.
Why does this man get me so wet? I hate him so much for everything that comes out of his mouth and for the way my body responds by dripping like a faucet whenever Renzo expresses one fucked up desire or another.
My pussy throbs violently and I’m so fucking grateful Renzo can’t tell how his sick desires affect me physically.
I can’t control my body. I can control how I think logically about his cravings and I know they’re wrong enough that I keep fighting him off.
I could convince him to stop by confessing my love for Renzo, but… I already know which would hurt more.
“Last chance,” Renzo snarls, his voice dripping with hatred and resentment that I recognize far more than anything else.
“I begged for your love, Geralynn. I’m still begging.
But if you don’t want love… if you would rather I press you against the wall and brutally fuck your ass instead, I can do that too. ”
I want him to see the hatred written all over my face and shrink away in defeat.
Instead, Renzo’s cock bulges visibly in the front of his pants.
The more I loathe him and push him away, the harder he gets.
And the more Renzo pushes my boundaries and forces me into these twisted situations…
the more soaking wet I get between my thighs.
It takes me seconds to cum with Renzo touching me because he knows exactly how to tap into my most fucked up desires and make me feel like I’m not such a goddamn demon for needing his type of fucked up touch to cum.
My head snaps away from him and I face the wall, feeling Renzo’s body edging closer to mine. His bulge protrudes forward into my ass cheeks.
Logic rules my body and I refuse to give Renzo power over me by telling him that I love him back. My lips remain pursed shut and I let his gaze turn cold with pure resentment.
“You are so fucking stubborn,” Renzo snarls, pushing hair away from my neck and kissing me softly at first, quickly escalating to adding his teeth. I whimper as his kiss turns into a bite and scream as Renzo applies pressure and the intention causes pain.
“Trust me, mop girl… a bottle of wine in your ass will feel so much worse.”
I guess he’s done groveling now that he didn’t get what he wanted.
I cry out as he rips my robe almost completely from my body, and struggle to stop him from tearing away this last piece of protection.
. Nothing works against Renzo because he’s too big and strong for me to fight against. I can’t get him to stop by shoving my ass against him because my big jiggly butt just gets him harder.
“It’s your last chance,” he growls, using his hips to shove me against the wall.
I cry out in pain as my bare pussy smashes against the concrete.
My lower lips spread slightly, my clit resting against the cold concrete as Renzo presses me in place, forcing my spread legs to get stimulated by the cold stone wall.
“Even if you say it now, your ass is still in trouble. I’ll fuck your juicy oiled up ass cheeks even if you beg me to stop.”
No. Why am I so fucking dirty that pressing my bare clit against a wall is enough to get me gushing?
I flinch as I hear a cork pop. I cry out as I feel the warm olive oil sliding between my ass cheeks.
It’s warmer than I expect and slides all the way inside my asshole as well as around my cheeks.
I don’t make the cost of that bottle of olive oil in a year, yet Renzo uncorks it and pours the liquid all over my ass cheeks on a whim…
As olive oil slides inside my asshole, I mistakenly believe Renzo will stop there, distracted by his dick’s desires. Instead, I feel his thumb pressing up against my back door.
“I can’t go easy on you, mop girl,” he says. “You’ve pissed me off by withholding far too much…”
Renzo kisses my neck and then with a brutal thrust, he pushes his entire thumb all the way up my ass.
I cry out in pain as he buries his long and surprisingly thick olive oil coated finger all the way up my butthole.
My ass responds by clenching around his finger and sending a spasm of pain through me instead of relaxing me to the intrusion.
I cry out louder and Renzo responds by shoving his thumb deeper with an excited grunt.
“Do you love me, Geralynn?” he whispers. I bite my lower lip and stop myself from cursing him out for being such a fucked up asshole.
“I love you, baby,” he whispers. “I’m going to fill both your holes because I love you so fucking much…”