Chapter 56
The moment I open the door, Elodie gets out of the car without saying a word.
She turns off the alarm, and even that small gesture brings a familiar warmth to my chest. Something that warms me from the inside.
She walks toward the wing that leads to the heated pool. It was her favorite place in the house when she lived with me.
She stops and watches the water without saying anything, and then, still with her back to me, begins to undress.
I watch everything, hypnotized, and when there’s not a single piece left on that beautiful body, she turns to me.
“Too dressed, sir,” she says, unbuttoning my shirt.
I hold her wrists. “Not here. I have plans for tonight.”
Without giving her a chance to protest, I pick her up and carry her up the stairs.
I put her down as soon as we reach our bedroom.
“I warned you on the plane this was the last time you’d be in charge for a long while.”
I step back and peel off my clothes and shoes. When I’m naked, I go to her and cup her jaw with one hand.
“Kneel and suck me. I want to come in your throat.”
I expect her to say something defiant, because that’s how my woman is, but she looks at me with a raw, unmasked desire, and when she obeys, stopping with her face inches from my cock, a furious arousal spreads through my body.
I stroke myself in front of her mouth and press the swollen, pre-cum-slick head against her lips. I guide the thick shaft between them, and Elodie parts them to take me.
“Suck. I want to fuck you good. Make me come like that, bella.”
She moans and licks the head. Her tongue slides along my length, teasing, then sucks with greed.
“Just like that. Clamp your lips around it.”
I hold her face with my hands and push my hips forward, forcing her to take me deeper.
“I’ve missed this mouth, love.”
I fuck faster, and she gags, but she doesn’t push me away. Grabbing my ass, she pulls me in for more.
I grit my teeth when I feel the wall of her throat. The force of the lust she awakens in me is animal.
I pound harder and wrap her hair in my fist to control the fuck. She moans around my shaft.
“Tilt your head back. Let’s see how much you can take.”
“Ahhhh. . .”
I pull my cock from her mouth and, leaning forward a little, I press her breasts together and jerk myself between them.
As if sensing the desperate need I have to dominate her, to mark every inch of her, my woman lets me use her body the way I want.
“Suck,” I order, taking my cock back to her lips.
She does it eagerly, and the wet sucking sounds every time I slide in push me to the edge.
“Look at me while I fill your mouth.”
She shudders and for a few seconds loses herself, clutching my thigh, as if my words almost make her come, too.
I speed up and, without warning, I come.
“Take it all.”
I don’t stop thrusting even when there’s nothing left. She drinks hungrily, and in a short time, she makes me hard again. I bend down and pick her up.
I don’t go to the bed. Like I did earlier on the plane, I make her stand, facing the full-length mirror.
“Look at yourself while I eat you out. See the pleasure I give you and remember this scene forever. I’ll never let you go again.”
I kneel and circle her clit with my tongue.
“More,” she begs, arching back, offering herself to my mouth.
She won’t last long. Her wetness soaks my lips, and when I suck the clit while plunging a finger between her slippery folds, she convulses, giving me her orgasm.
I lap her pussy until not a drop is left.
I’m rock hard, and I stand, making her lean so her hands touch the floor. I grab her hair to force her to look at us. I push so deep that her body jerks, trying to escape.
“No. Submit. You’re beautiful and all mine.”
Her body pulls me in, sucking me in like her lips did a moment ago. I go in and out, plunging to the balls.
I hold her by the ass, driving in a violent ride.
She squeezes me, contracting and releasing.
I stroke her bundle of nerves and feel the spasms around my cock. “You’re going to come for me again, you little slut?”
My heart, completely surrendered to her, races. I fuck all the way, thrusting wildly inside her.
I take her pussy, savoring every moan. The contractions intensify and with a long cry, Elodie gives in to lust and comes.
I grab her hips and pump like a barbarian, a silent declaration of possession, until, after a few more thrusts, I flood her with my seed.
A month later
“Mom, it’s time we talk about our family’s past,” I say when I enter her house and find her in the dim parlor.
I don’t like this place, and I don’t think it suits her.
Maybe it suits the sadness she carries inside, a voice tells me.
I expect her to argue with me or even try to avoid what I suspect are painful memories, but instead, she hits the sofa beside her with her hand and says, “I knew sooner or later this conversation would happen.”
“How? Nonna told you?”
“No, but all the women in my family—except Donatella and Giovanna, whom I tried to protect—know, Gianni.”
“How could our ancestors allow this?”
“People prefer to ignore what bothers them, son.”
“That’s not like seeing someone stub their toe and not helping, Mamma. These were crimes committed generation after generation, and no one did anything to stop them.”
“I’m an only child. Your grandmother’s sisters only had boys.”
“I know, but you’re a woman. So how is it possible that. . .”
“I have no idea. I asked myself that, too. Maybe because I got pregnant too early and they thought I was no good.”
“That wasn’t it. Some of our relatives who suffered at those bastards’ hands were married, even.”
“Is that why you always watched the girls so closely?”
“Yes. From the moment I found out, I never allowed anyone to hurt them.”
“All of us did the same, right? Tommaso and Gaetano also never gave them space. They don’t even sneeze without bodyguards around. I thought it was over. Since it didn’t happen to me, I mean.”
“And it didn’t happen?”
“Do you really want to talk about it?”
“No, but I need to understand.”
“So, your answer is nothing happened to me. Your father was my first and only man.” She shakes her head sadly. “But if he had been Sicilian, I might think that. . .”
I stand and stare at her. “What are you saying? You mean to tell me that Dino. . .that he. . .”
I feel acid drop down my throat just thinking it.
“It’s an ugly story, Gianni.”
“Tell me.”
“On the day Ricco was born, I got pregnant by Tommaso.” She hides her face in her hands after she says it. I hate seeing her like that: ashamed, guilty.
“I won’t judge you, Mamma.”
“I was very young. Until then, Dino and I hadn’t been intimate. Contrary to what everyone thought because of my temperament, I was a virgin.”
“So why, on the day his son with Carina was born, when you should’ve hated him more than ever, did you give in?”
“I was drunk.”
“What?”
“Until the day Ricco was born, I wouldn’t let Dino touch me anymore. Not even to kiss. Never. I was proud. When Carina gave birth to their first child, I thought I’d die. You love Elodie. Can you imagine having to watch her give birth to another man’s child?”
Just the idea drives me mad.
“Do you understand what I’m saying? The suffering I felt didn’t fit inside of me. I was sure I had lost him forever.”
“So what happened?”
“He came looking for me. Can you believe it? His wife had just had her bambino and he came after the woman he’d cheated on with false promises.
I’d run to an abandoned house he’d taken me to the first time we went out, when I was just a girl.
God, I was so foolish! I never thought about why we never went out in public together, but Dino was always handsome, said the right things, and my teenage heart never stood a chance against his charm. ”
With every sentence she utters, my hatred and contempt for my father grow.
“Did you sleep with him that night?”
“I was drunk. And only recently, when I decided to distance myself from him forever, did I accept that maybe, on that occasion, Dino sexually abused me.”
“That son of a bitch isn’t Sicilian.” I say the first thing that comes to mind, my thoughts already racing out of control. “Or is he? Is there any chance he’s related to those jerks?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am. Your father comes from a traditional Italian family, like ours.”
I pull her into my arms when she stands, and after kissing her forehead, I say, “Thank you for telling me. I needed to know you weren’t a victim of those bastards.”
“But you found out I was a victim of your father. I know you, Gianni. You’re the most vengeful of my sons, but for the sake of your soul, I beg you: don’t do anything to him.”
“I have to go, Mamma. Take care.”
“Gianni. . .”
“Not now, Mamma.”
No matter what she asks of me, I need to investigate this thoroughly, or I’ll go insane.