Chapter Twenty-Five
It’s early, and Vittorio is still sleeping; he’s all fucked out, and I feel a little sore, so rather than wait for him to wake up and just end up fucking again. I head downstairs for a break. I wrap my robe tight around me as I push into the kitchen.
I grab a coffee from Marianne, who winks at me. “How’s married life?”
“Fine, it’s only been a few days.”
She nods, smiling, as she pushes the coffee across to me.
“I need to get some work done.” I stand with my coffee and head to the office. I sit down at the stupid, oversized desk with the massive, obnoxious chair. And I glare around the space.
I really need to make this place mine. It’s suffocating having Father’s scent still lingering, mixed with stale memories of Alfredo fucking me in here to piss Father off.
I slam my hand onto the desk, stand and kick the chair over.
I snatch his pen pot and launch that at the wall as the door clicks open.
“Are you okay? Don’t shoot!”
“Funny!” I deadpan as Vittorio pushes through the door. I blow out a breath and sit on the edge of the desk as he steps up to me and settles between my legs.
“Morning, beautiful.” He leans in and kisses my neck. “Why the tantrum?”
His sleep-rumpled hair and bare chest and feet are adorable; the man just seems to want to wander around half naked all the time, and I can’t say I’m angry about it.
His jogging bottoms hang low on his hips, but that’s all he’s wearing.
I can see from the thickness of his dick in the joggers that he isn’t wearing any underwear, and he presses against me.
“Firstly, fuck off. Secondly, fuck you.”
He chuckles and leans in closer, pushing me back a little on the desk but grabbing my hips and tugging me against him. I hiss out, and he pulls back a little.
“You sore?” I nod and blow out a breath. We’ve done nothing but fuck for a few days, and I really need to get back on track.
“Something’s coming, and I know it has Bellino written all over it.” I shake my head. Close my eyes and take a breath.
He pulls me tighter against him and wraps his arms around me, nuzzling into my neck, gently kissing that spot that makes me putty in his hands. “How can I help?”
“Besides getting me into your father’s house so I can kill them both?” I shrug. “You can keep doing that.”
I feel his lips turn up into a smile as he keeps kissing along my neck, nipping at the skin, and licking over it. My arms wrap around his neck. My fingers tease and tug at the back of his hair as I tilt my neck to the side for him.
When he hits that spot again, my fingers tighten, and he chuckles against me. Grazing his teeth over that delicate spot that makes everything tingle and heat pool inside me. I groan at the sensation before I sag and pull back. “Not here.”
Those dark eyes peer at me, and that lazy smirk spreads across his face. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, realising I do it a lot when I want to feel safe and grounded. “Why not?”
“Too many ghosts in here.” I feel my nose turn up as a scowl threatens to erupt.
“Your father?” He frowns.
I nod. “And Alfredo.” He scowls at his name.
“Did he…” He trails off. Uncertainty spreads across his face.
“I know you weren’t a virgin when we got together, even though your father paraded you around like one.
” He shrugs. “But him?” I try to lift myself off the table, placing my hand on his chest to push him away, but he wraps his hand around my wrist. “No judgment, just the truth.”
“You don’t want the truth.” I shake my head and try to push up again, but he has me gripped tight against him.
“I always want the truth. However dark and grimy.” He relaxes his grip on my wrist, sliding his hand to my jaw, tilting my face, but my eyes stay unfocused, trained on the wall behind him. “No judgement, I just want to know.”
“You want to know that at the age of thirteen, rather than be a rape victim, I willingly fucked him to get what I wanted? That I used him to learn how to take over my father’s business, paying with my innocence and my body, and lied that I loved him and wanted to marry him to survive.
That I learnt early on how to manipulate men with my pussy?
Am I anything other than a prostitute at this point? ”
I push my hands against his chest and thrust to move him, but his hands wrap around my wrists, snagging them in his thick fists before he leans his face in closer. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m sorry your father let that happen, and I’m sorry they’re dead.”
“You’re sorry they’re dead?” I huff out and push against him again.
“I am, I’m sorry they’re dead because I won’t get to kill them.
I’m sorry I can’t bring them back just to destroy them all over again, but I’m sorry that I wasn’t by your side sooner, that you had to do so much alone.
I promise that from this day forward, you will never have to walk a day alone again. ”
I stare into his eyes, his face serious and unyielding. The fix of his features, the tone of his voice make me realise he’s right. I know it. I know I’ll never be alone again. I close my eyes and take a moment to accept it.
When I open my eyes, there’s a brief moment of acknowledgement before I crash my lips to his.
I throw my arms around his neck and pull him on top of me across the desk.
His body engulfs mine. He grinds against me.
My robe spills to the side as he reaches and tugs at the belt, leaving me in just my underwear.
He groans at the sight and climbs off me.
“What the fuck?” I gasp out, breathless and confused.
But he grins down at me before grabbing the front of my pants and tearing them off me.
He stuffs the ripped remnants of fabric into his pocket.
Grabbing my thighs and slides me further onto the desk.
He leans forward, grins at me and smashes his face into my pussy.
He spears me with his tongue, and I yell out, “Oh, fuck.” I try to move, but he places one heavy hand on my stomach.
Holding me down when the other slides up my thigh, gripping me tight.
The look in his eyes when he stares up across my body makes me squirm against him, and he buries his face between my legs.
His thick finger slides inside me, and I wince slightly at the sting, but he removes it, replacing it with his tongue, licking around every inch of me as his finger pushes through my cheeks.
My head flicks up, and I stare at him, and he smiles as he presses his thick digit against my tight ass, watching me for any sign of refusal—but I want this, I want it so fucking bad, but I smirk and lie back as he slides his finger in.
I breathe out once he’s fully inside before he licks at me again, sucking my clit into his mouth and sliding his finger in and out of my ass.
At the same time, I groan and writhe against the cold mahogany of the desk as he slowly fucks my ass with his thick finger.
I can feel every knuckle as he glides it in and out of me.
I grind my hips against his face and slide both hands into the top of his hair.
I grip one tight, wrapping the strands of hair through my fingers, and the other hand, I slide to the back of his head and grind myself against him.
He groans against me. The vibration of it sends tingles through my pussy as I push harder, bucking against him.
He pushes another finger inside me, and I can feel him opening me up as I rotate my hips against him, and fuck, I want that.
I want that so fucking bad, my heels dig into the table, my hips buck off the surface as I scream out, my release flooding out of me.
Vittorio groans as he sucks hard against me, lapping at me, taking every drop of cum that I spill before I sag, panting.
I try to calm myself before I let my eyes open.
He stands grinning down at me, cum covering his mouth and chin.
He grins at me, feral, dirty, before he tugs the front of his bottoms down.
The wet patch on them is evident from his precum.
The look he gives me now is just pure unadulterated lust. A raging fire burns inside of him, and I so want to get burnt.
He grabs my ankles and yanks me back toward him.
He rests my legs on his shoulders. He slides his cock through my cheeks before pushing the tip of his hard dick against my ass.
He pauses and waits for confirmation. I give him one nod as he slowly pushes inside.
I gasp and claw at the edges of the desk.
I swallow hard as he closes his eyes, grunts, pushing inside me steadily, inch by inch.
Once he’s inside, the tension ebbs away.
The only noise in the room is our out-of-breath pants, before he stares at me, turns and kisses my leg.
He winks before he pulls out and plunges into me.
He grits his teeth as he pulls back, crashing his hips against my ass.
He stares down at me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs as he grips them tight, and he slams into me.
I cry out, gripping tight against the desk.
My fingertips cling as my nails bite into the wood.
There’s screeching as the desk crawls across the room with every thrust, and I gasp as he rips himself out of me, grabbing his dick in his own hand and pumping it once before he bursts.
Cum firing out across me, my pussy, my stomach, and my tits.
I groan as the hot ribbons fall across my skin.
I stare down at myself as Vittorio’s head sags, his hand rests on the edge of the desk, and he just pants. He’s quiet for a minute before he looks up at me, his soft dick hanging out of the front of his joggers, and just stares at me.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” he whispers, and I take in the expression on his face. In that moment, I fully believe him.
I glare down at myself. Then, as I stare back up at him, he climbs on the desk, over me and kisses me.
His body crushes mine as the cold cum sticks to both of us.
I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back because in this moment, I don’t give a fuck.
I feel like we’re getting stronger every day, and I have to admit my walls are starting to crumble for this man.