37. Death and lust make for the perfect cocktail recipe
Itake Giulia into the small bathroom at the back of the house. Now that I know she is safe, she is back in my arms, the house we’re in gives me the creeps. It looks so close to what we have at the cottage, not in the grand scheme of things, but in the little details that I know Giulia brought to the house. The cushions in the living room are the same, the curtains are the same and now in the bathroom, the towels are the same.
It makes me want to do much more than cut that fucking bastard’s tongue.
Giulia walks to the sink and scrubs at her hands to remove the blood, her movements jerky and her shoulders high. I massage them to smooth the hurt, but I can see she’s holding on by a fucking thread, using adrenaline to stand until she sees this through. She finds mouthwash under the sink and spits it out in the enamel bowl before taking a deep breath and releasing a sigh. There’s no shower, just a tub but I’m sure she’ll want to feel somewhat clean.
“Do you want to shower?”
“No!”
She whirls back, her green eyes wide with panic.
“That’s okay, sweetheart, you don’t need to.” I take her in my arms again. Her head falls naturally on my heart where the organ beats for her as I massage her skull and pull lightly at the roots to keep her anchored to her body.
“Talk to me,” I ask softly.
“He touched me,” she silently cries.
I wait on bated breath, controlling my breathing to give her the space to continue. If I let my instinct take over, I’m going to murder that bastard and it will never be enough.
“He touched me when he bathed with me this morning. I don’t want to step into a tub ever again, Andrea.” Tears stain her voice and my heart squeezes painfully.
“Then, you won’t.”
I take her face in my hands again and lock our gazes. “It’s almost over, guerrieritta. Do you want me to take over?”
“I want him to know I don’t belong to him. I want him to pay,” she says. Then, “Please.” Like I’d refuse her anything she asks.
“You never have to beg for the pain of your enemies, tesoro mio. I’m the weapon in your hand. I’m the execution of your wrath.”
I kiss her then, our lips crashing together. I pour all my anguish into her mouth, all the hours I couldn’t hold her. My hands tangle in her hair, matted with sweat, and her arms link around my neck, pulling me to her into an embrace that’s turning into something primal.
An idea forms at the edges of my brain.
“Do you trust me?”
She nods and kisses me again. I take her hand and guide her back into the living room, where her vengeance awaits.
I slap her ex to wake him up. His eyes are glassy, but when they fall on us, fear registers and they turn wild. Adrenaline must pump in his veins because he thrashes against his bindings. I ignore him and turn back to face Giulia who’s looking at him with venom, like she’s hoping just a look would turn him to dust.
I position myself just behind her. “Trust me. I’ll catch you,” I whisper in her ear.
I slowly kiss her neck, and goosebumps erupt across the sensitive skin. She tilts her head to the side to give me access and a gentle sigh escapes her lips. This is a release of its own. The reclaiming of her body. I let my hands caress her thighs, her hips and waist until I come higher to cup her breasts over the thin shirt she wears. It’s wet with blood, but I can’t focus my murderous energy on anyone but her right now; she needs me. I pinch the nipples just how she likes, and she mewls.
Louis’s eyes are locked on where my hands are touching her soft body, anger and lust flaring in tandem behind his irises. He’s in tremendous pain but somehow still thinks she belongs to him.
I smile at him. “I’m going to fuck my wife now. Sink into the tight pussy that belongs to me.” I cup her sex through her jeans in a show of possession that’s just for him. We both know who of us owns the other. “She’s so wet for me I can feel her through her jeans.” I lick the column of her throat and watch as her lashes flutter close.
“You remember how you threatened that cop that you’d gouge his eyes out with a spoon, guerrieritta?” I ask her.
Despite her nausea when she cut into her ex’s tongue, I can feel the spark of excitement coursing through her, and she nods.
“You didn’t think I’d allow anyone to see you naked, did you? To see you come on my cock? That’s for me only.”
I let her go, and she pouts, making me smile in amusement. I ruffle through the drawers to find a spoon and heat it up with the plastic lighter Giulia used earlier. “It’s a delicate technique. I’ve never used it myself, but Nico did. I’ll hold his head, steady him for you. But vengeance is yours, sweetheart. His life is yours to take. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Such a good obedient wife.” I smirk and her eyes darken at the praise.
Fear is back in our victim’s eyes; thank fuck I won’t have to see them much longer. I ignore his muffled screams. I’m surprised he didn’t choke on his own blood or died of blood loss, but he might very soon.
I hold the spoon to Giulia and take hold of Louis’s head. He doesn’t have much force left in him so it’s easy to subdue him and hold him steady. Giulia approaches and licks her lips. We’re both riding that bloodlust high and my cock thickens at the thought of fucking her while her ex rots next to us. It’s a fucked up fantasy and I’m too happy to oblige. The fire in her eyes tells me she’ll let me.
With remarkably steady hands, Giulia peels the eyelid of her ex’s right eye. The spoon in her hand radiates heat and emits a little smoke.
It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.
Slowly and with precision, she inserts the spoon into his skull. His screams are blood-curling and despite my strong grip on his head, his survival instincts are kicking in, pushing him to fight.
“Do it,” I order through gritted teeth.
With one flick of Giulia’s wrist, she pops his eye out of its socket. Still connected to the nerve, it falls pathetically on his cheek with a viscous plop.
“That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. I will never fucking unsee it,” she says with a gag, but amusement coats her words and she seems ready to dig into the other eye.
The sensation of his eye falling on his skin makes Louis’s body seize up. Tremors course through his entire limbs, his uninjured eye rolling into its socket but I don’t let him get out of this so easily. I shake him and force water into his throat to keep him hydrated. If he dies before she can reclaim her body, I’m afraid what that will do to my beautiful warrior. I use the mask around my neck and put it on Louis’s head, hiding the view from his untouched eye, then turn to my wife.
I sidestep his body to take hold of her, lifting her into my arms. Her thighs band around my waist without prompting. I deposit her on the table to the left of our victim and kiss her, demanding entry into her mouth with my tongue. She lets me, her hands viciously tugging at my hair until it loosens and falls to my shoulders. I hiss with the pain, but it’s nothing compared to hers. I let go just long enough to rip her jeans open and throw them down her legs.
Turning her around, I bend her body over the table and caress her curves.
“You look so vicious like this, guerrieritta, bent over and ready to be fucked by your husband.”
While I drag my zipper down just enough to release my shaft, the sound echoing around us and mixing with the whimpers of a half-dead man and the heavy breathing of my wife, I bend over her body and murmur in her ear, “This stops whenever you want, sweetheart. Never forget that you are in control. You own me.”
I press the head of my cock at her entrance.
“That pretty pussy is weeping for me,” I tell her, louder for our audience of one half-dead man.
When I thrust inside her, we both cry out in relief. I take a hold of her hair and bend her neck back to look at me. He doesn’t get to own any of her attention. “Come on, sweetheart, we both know you can be louder than this.”
I fuck her hard against the table, my groin slamming against her plump ass with every thrust, balls slapping her clit in the most delicious and rough way that makes me want to come all over her. I know he won’t see it, but she needs to know she’s mine and I’m hers.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re gripping my cock so hard.”
My hands on her ass tighten with the effort not to blow and she moans at the prickle of pain. I swallow the sound and piston my hips at a maddening rhythm, long and deep. Her walls clench around me and my balls draw tight, the oncoming orgasm threatening to blow my fucking mind. “That’s what you want, sweetheart? To be fucked hard, still covered in the blood of your enemy? You want me to come inside that tight cunt, mark you as mine, let him hear who you belong to?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. “Come inside me, marito.”
I need her to see us, to see me when I claim her body again. I withdraw just long enough to settle her on her back and press back inside her hot channel while her legs band around my waist.
She moans my name over and over, her breaths coming in pants, shallow and short. I go deeper, harder, fucking the hurt out of her body, at least for a moment. “You’re mine sweetheart, all mine. Look at who’s fucking you and come with me.”
Our eyes meet, intense love shining between us like a thread. Her climax has her tightening her hips around mine, milking my cock until I’m spent inside her. Her moans fill my ears and remind me that she’s safe, she’s with me. I spill my cum deep inside her with a roar.
When I soften inside her and withdraw, my eyes greedily dip to her thighs, sticky with our cum. I scoop it up with my fingers and bring them to my lips, licking it off before I kiss her again.
Everything around us is still. The room is eerily silent. Particles of dust drift in the ray of sunlight peeking through the window.
Our gaze turn to Louis, slumped on his chair, mouth parted.
I tuck myself back into my pants and move to him, pressing two fingers at his pulse point.
He’s gone.
Relief floods my system, as intense as when Nico’s pulse beat against my hand a few hours before.
She’s safe. He won’t be able to hurt her. My avenging angel killed him with the helping hand of her soldier.
Butt-naked and tears falling on her cheeks, Giulia takes hold of him and shakes him, his head falling back and forth. “Don’t you dare fucking die before I’m done with you, you piece of shit!”
She spits in his face, but when she stops shaking him, his body falls still.
“What do I do with all my pain?!” she asks me, voice shaking, anguish painting her every word.
I take her in my arms, holding her up while her soul crumbles. “You’ll get through it, guerrieritta. And I’ll be right there with you.”
I kiss the top of her head and direct her to put the jeans back on.
“Let go home, tesoro mio.”
“Wait!”
She goes back to Louis, hesitates, then with a full body shudder, she plunges her hand into the pockets of his pants, struggling to get something out of there.
“Guerrieritta, what are you…”
Her hand comes out, and she opens her palm. Her rings shine with the morning light illuminating them. With a sigh, she puts them back on her left ring finger and lets me guide her back to our home.