Chapter Eleven #2
I reach up and take his tongue out of my mouth.
I toss it onto the worktop at the side of Vittorio, and he reaches out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to him.
Slamming our lips together, his tongue forces its way inside my mouth.
The metallic edge of blood in the kiss joins in making my toes curl as I melt into his arms. The mumbled noises from Matteo drowned out under the sound of my racing heart.
The way Vittorio looks at me, he doesn’t see me as broken; he just sees me.
I wrap my arms around him, and I grind my body against him.
It’s been too long since I felt the heat between us.
I’ve missed him so much, but he’s been patient.
He waited. He held me while I cried. He listened while I screamed.
And he left when I could take no more and needed to be alone.
Well, he sat outside the door until I calmed down.
But he’s been whatever I’ve needed him to be.
And in this moment, I need my husband. I need to feel.
Vittorio pulls back from me. Grabbing at my hips, he slides the jogging bottoms down over them, and then he turns me around to face Matteo.
Vittorio’s voice comes out dark and gravelly.
“I want you to watch how beautiful she is when she comes. I want you to see what you missed out on.” His hands wrap around me, one sliding into my underwear and one into my vest top as he gropes at my breast, pushing his thick finger between my lips.
I groan, and he kicks my leg wider apart, rubbing his fingers along my clit.
I gasp. He kisses my neck, that spot I love that drives me wild, and I groan and buck into his hand.
“See how fucking beautiful she is, how beautiful she could have been for you, if you were a decent human being instead of the depraved excuse for a man you are.”
He flicks across my clit again as he thrusts a thick finger inside me, pinning me to his chest. He grinds against me.
I can feel his solid dick against my back.
I flick my hips against him, and he groans.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy. Show him how fucking sexy you are.
” I tilt my head back, and Vittorio nips and sucks at my neck as I writhe against him.
His speed picks up as he fucks into my back, and Matteo closes his eyes.
“Fucking look at her. Either you fucking watch or I’ll remove your fucking eyelids so you can’t look away.
” Matteo’s gaze drifts back to ours; blood pours down his chin, his chest covered as it mixes with saliva and streams over his pecs.
He tries to swallow, tries to breathe through his nose, panting and grunting as he chokes on the blood flooding his mouth.
“Oh, fuck Vittorio, there, right fucking there.” I gasp out as he catches my clit while thrusting another finger inside.
I can feel the knuckles on each finger as he pushes them in and out of me.
I wrap my arm around the back of his neck as I grind into him.
He pinches at my nipples, pulling and tugging at them, and my eyes roll.
“Show him, show him what he missed, beautiful,” Vittorio whispers into my ear, and my eyes open, locking with Matteo’s as I scream out my orgasm; it rips through me.
I buck and grind. The look on his face makes me smile.
I pant as I come down, my breathing ragged and my heart pumping out of my chest. I turn in Vittorio’s arms. His grip tightens on me, but his gaze stays trained on Matteo, and I wrap my arms around him, my fingers wrap into his hair.
I tug hard against the strands at the back of his head. His gaze turns to me, and it softens.
He smiles at me, blood smeared around his lips, his grip tightens, and I lean up and kiss him.
The metallic kick slides between us, and I grind against him.
His arms reach around me, and his hands slide to my ass, lifting me up.
I wrap my legs around him. He slowly carries me over to the chair, spinning it around and placing the back of it in front of Matteo.
He sits down and pulls me onto him, straddling his lap.
I rub against him, and he smiles at me. I reach between us, his dick thick and solid, hot, and throbbing.
I want this. I need this so fucking badly.
I tug my pants to the side and press his dick to my pussy.
Sliding his solid shaft between my lips, I flinch as I stroke him across my clit and back again.
I groan as the heat jolts through me, and I drop down onto him.
He grunts. I shudder as I accustom myself to the feel of him again.
I want to erase every trace of Matteo. I glance at him once, his eyes wide.
His breathing ragged, blood covering his chin and his chest, his dick semi-hard.
I start to move on Vittorio, rotating my hips.
I reach over and pick up the knife and press it to the middle of his balls.
He screams out, and I smile as I rock, my clit catching.
Vittorio’s fingers grip my hips. He rubs me against him.
The tip of the knife digging in and backing off as I’m ground into Vittorio, his smile infectious. He bites his lip as I slide over him.
My gaze flicks to Matteo. Tears roll down his cheeks, mixing at his chin with the blood and snot that runs and drips onto his chest. I gasp. I lift up and slam down, and I cry out, I start to bounce up and down, crashing onto Vittorio’s lap.
“Oh, fuck, Ari, yes,” Vittorio growls out.
I dig the knife into Matteo, and he screams. Blood runs down the blade.
I bounce harder. Lifting up and dropping back onto him, grunting and gasping as Vittorio pants.
I flip my hips and catch my clit again, stuttering out a ragged breath.
I keep rubbing the same spot, riding him as his fingers dig in harder.
I gasp, I buck, and I scream out as I come. I cum hard, gushing between us.
I dig in the blade harder. More blood spills, and I lose myself screaming out Vittorio’s name as I grind straight through one orgasm and into the other.
I can’t catch my breath, my legs shake, and black dots dance in front of my eyes as I choke out.
I collapse against Vittorio, my arms resting across his shoulders as I fight for breath.
He stares up at me. His gaze is warm, loving, and only for me.
I stand up on shaky legs. Vittorio’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady.
I glare straight at Matteo. “You never deserved me.” I straighten and hold his gaze. I lift the knife and press it to his throat. “You took what you wanted from me. Now it’s time to pay the price. I hope it was worth it.”
I draw the knife across his throat. The blood sprays out, and I throw my head back.
The heat cascades out across us. I close my eyes, and Vittorio moves.
He kicks the chair out from under him. The knife clatters to the floor.
Matteo grunts and gasps, choking. And Vittorio throws me on my back on the floor.
He crashes his lips against mine. His body slams against me.
He desperately pushes his dick back inside me, and we both shiver, and then his eyes glaze over, exhaling, letting the feeling wash over us.
His eyes darken, and he pounds into me, slamming me into the floor.
I scream out. I writhe, sliding around on the ground.
The blood rains down on us while Matteo gasps for his last breath as he bleeds out.
I crash my hips up into Vittorio. His thick, hot dick slamming so deep inside me.
I gasp out, buck up, and grind against him.
I let the blood wash every touch of his off of me.
I relish the feel of it all being over, and I am reborn in the bloody haze as I scream out and come harder than ever before.
Vittorio roars his release. His hips crash against me as we both stare into each other’s eyes.
There’s a moment of serenity. A moment where all the hurt, the confusion, and the pain seeps away with the blood of my enemy, and I gaze upon my husband.
The man who is turning into my rock. And his lips pull at the side forming a filthy smirk.
Blood runs down his cheek, his back is splattered, and I glance at myself and then the floor.
There’s blood pooling around us, and I can’t hold it in anymore.
I burst out laughing. The sound echoes around the room as Vittorio starts to laugh, too.
He rolls off me and onto the floor beside me.
He wraps his fingers through mine, bringing them to his mouth.
He kisses the back of my hand before dropping it back to the floor.
I stare up at a bloody Matteo, limp and hanging above me, and I lose it even more.
The laugh rips through the room. Tears start to stream down my cheeks as I uncontrollably let it all out.
I grin over at Vittorio, the laughing still bubbling out of me as I start to move my legs and my arms. He’s still holding my hand and matches my movements, both taking back our power, cementing our relationship as we make blood angels on the floor.
I try to breathe. I try to calm myself, and when the hysteria subsides, I sit up. I punch Matteo in the dick, and I roll and slide my leg over Vittorio. I rest my hands on his shoulders, smiling down at him.
“You’ve never looked more fucking beautiful.” He slides his hand up and tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. He grins at me. I’m covered in blood, sweat, and tears. “You have a little something right there.” He wipes his thumb across my cheek. “Perfect.”
He grins, and I start to laugh again. He grabs me, tosses me on my back, his body climbs over mine, and he settles between my legs.
He watches me intently for a second, and all I can do is smile at him.
He nods and leans in. He kisses me; it’s different from every other time, though.
It’s slower. It feels more intimate, more meaningful.
There’s so much emotion in it. I feel it all, and I kiss him back with everything I have.
When he pulls back, he stares at me. On a whisper, he murmurs, “I love you.”
I give him a soft smile. “I love you too.”
His lips crash back onto mine with all the passion and promise we share. We will be okay. We are stronger than ever before. Watch out, world—we’re coming for you. You will feel our wrath, and we will take no fucking prisoners.