Chapter Thirty-Four
Matteo
“T hey’re pretty words, Matteo, but they’re hard to believe after you disappeared without a word. Again.” Her voice shakes under the weight of her anger.
She thinks I didn’t call or text her because I didn’t miss her. If only she knew it was the opposite—that I didn’t reach out because she was all I could think about. That I convinced myself messaging her would only distract me further when all my brain power was already dedicated to her.
“I won’t disappear again, I promise.”
I’d already canceled the meeting with Marina, claiming as my excuse that my father’s kidnapping needed my full attention. Emiliano was enraged, but he could hardly argue with my priorities.
However, when Enzo texted mere hours later that he’d had to rip Valentina off the VIP stage, I hadn’t been able to contain my reaction. I stormed out of the capo tactical meeting without a word or look for the men in the room with me, the very same ones I desperately needed to get over to my side.
Time will tell what the exact fallout from that decision is going to be, but based on the way Emiliano has been blowing up my phone since, I’ll have some extensive ass kissing to do.
It’ll be well worth it because the black, inky rage that coated my gaze when I read that text still looms along the edges of my vision now, looking for an opening to blind me once more. My blood pounds in my ears, drowning out all other problems and tunneling my sights down to her.
“Anyway, you should get used to not having me in your bed,” Valentina hisses, struggling in my arms. “Seems like you were this close to reaching for Marina instead.”
The possessiveness in her gaze is completely new and it sends all the blood straight to my cock.
“Is that why you danced?” I demand, voice low and abrasive. “Because you thought I would be bringing her home tonight?”
Valentina’s eyes flash dangerously. That’s the only warning I have before she drives her knee upwards towards my balls. I swerve out of the way just in time, the blow glancing against my thigh instead. My pained groan cuts off abruptly when I see her fist coming my way next. Grabbing it before she can make contact, I laugh, using her wrist to twist her around, then locking both arms behind her. I press my chest against her back, my warm breath hitting her face.
“Are you trying to fight again?” I say with a darkly teasing edge. “Didn’t you learn your lesson the last time I beat you?”
Valentina’s screech of frustration makes me laugh again, which only makes her madder. She sends a heel backwards, trying to catch me unawares, but I block it with my shin.
With one hand, I sweep the items off the top of her vanity, sending half a dozen things crashing to the floor.
With the other, I slam her down onto the now clear surface, covering her back with my body until she’s pinned beneath me.
“What else did you tell Enzo again,” I purr, lips glued to her ear. I feel a shiver rack her body. “Oh, yes,” I hum dangerously. “That I should get used to seeing you with men who aren’t me.”
I fist the collar of her robe and yank it down her shoulders. It’s tied tightly at her waist, the knot trapped beneath her, so I have to drag it down forcefully.
“What are you doing?” she screeches, her chest coming off the vanity and inadvertently giving me more access to wrench the robe down.
“First, you’re going to show me what you chose to wear for those fuckers you danced for in VIP,” My voice is throttled by nearly explosive violence as bare skin appears. “After that, I’m going to punish the ever loving fuck out of your ass for thinking that I’d ever allow another man to touch you.”
Finally, I manage to pull the robe to her waist. With a hiss, I yank it down around her ankles, revealing Valentina in a red lace bra and matching panties that bare far too much of her delectable ass.
A loud, terrifying growl starts low in my belly. It erupts into a roar when I wrench her upright against me, revealing her front half in the mirror facing us. Her breasts lurch and jiggle against the fabric of her balconette bra, as exposed as they’ve ever been, an appetizing handful that no doubt drew the attention of every man in the room.
Suffocating tension pulls tautly between us as her gaze meets mine in the mirror. Her chest rises and falls, clear excitement colliding with trepidation as she sees the savage turn of my features.
I palm her breasts, roughly kneading them and abusing her tight nipples. Her mouth parts, her head dropping back against my shoulder, but her eyes never waver.
“These are mine.” My voice comes out sandpapery, the words shoved with difficulty past the primitive rage blocking my throat. “They should have been for my eyes only.”
“You should have been here,” she taunts, heavy-lidded eyes challenging me.
If she wanted to make sure I never spent another night away from her, she won.
She won, she won, she fucking won .
My hand moves up her chest to wrap slowly around her throat as I hum. “Do you remember your safe word?”
Her eyes flare and she nods.
I grab the belt off her discarded robe and tie it firmly around her wrists, keeping them pinned at her low back. My gaze finds hers once more in the mirror.
“Good,” I say, pushing her back down onto the vanity.
My cock throbs looking at my reflection standing behind her as she lays bent before me with her hands tied.
I run my hand reverently down the open expanse of her back, along her spine, watching goosebumps raise her flesh. She gasps when I rip her panties off with an angry snarl.
“You didn’t have to rip those,” she complains.
My eyes fly to hers in the mirror. “Do you know how many men went home and jacked off to the thought of you in these panties tonight?” I press them to my nose, inhaling roughly. “Every single fucker who watched you shake your ass in them.”
I drop to my knees and bite her. She shrieks, bucking off the vanity, but my firm palm on her low back keeps her in place. I start low, nipping at her calves and working my way up to her thighs. The journey is slow, intentional, meant to tease and torture, but also mark. I’m leaving traces of my passage along every inch of her skin. If I could make them permanent without making her bleed, I would.
My teeth dig into the fleshy meat of her ass and a low moan sings from her throat. I bite her again and again and again, until her ass is covered in the rounded marks of my teeth. I run my hands over the scarred flesh, nearly buzzing with a primal need to own her.
I move over to her hips, her waist, eating her alive, groaning and grunting loudly, and running my tongue wetly up her spine. She’s trembling, panting, her eyes closed and her lips parted. My body shifts over hers, my broad back and shoulders flexing as I move, my arms caging her beneath me. When my teeth close around the skin where her shoulder meets her neck, she whimpers.
A harsh, needy breath gets strangled in my throat.
“Are you going to be loud for me, cara ?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I run my nose up the side of her face until I find her ear, growling, “You disobeyed me.”
I bring the flat side of the hairbrush I snatched off the floor down on her left cheek.
Valentina’s eyes spring open in shock, pain filtering through her gaze. “Fuck!” she cries.
“Don’t worry,” I soothe, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, my gentle actions in sharp contrast to the way I use the brush to spank her other cheek. “I will soon.”
She shrieks. Panicked eyes find me over her shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
Valentina groans when I spank her again, the wooden brush making the contact more painful than using my palm. I squeeze her burning flesh, making her flinch.
“I give you a long fucking leash, Leni, and I don’t ask for much in return, but tonight you abused it.” Spank . “You ignored the one order I gave you.” Spank . “You were careless, putting yourself at risk when we don’t know who else is involved in the sex trafficking ring.” Spank . “You showed other men what belongs to me,” I roar. Spank . “You made me so sick with jealousy, I stormed out of a meeting I couldn’t miss.” Spank . “What am I doing ? This is my instinctive, levelheaded, totally fucking logical reaction to your provocation.”
She shrieks every time the brush connects with her ass, jolting forward, her hip bones jutting into the vanity. Her skin is flushed red, both on her face and ass, and tears pool in her wide hazel eyes.
“Matteo—”
I spank her again, mindless with anger.
“You better learn your lesson with this punishment, because if you ever go back on that stage,” I rip in a sharp, angry breath at the visual. “I will fuck you in front of every single person in that audience until my cum is dripping from all three of your holes. Now apologize to me.”
Her eyes fly open. “You apologize to me !”
I grab her throat, bringing my face to hers until I’m breathing the words against her cheek. “I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry for not calling.” My fingers tighten. “A part of me feels like it’s missing when you’re not there. This is the first time I’ve been able to breathe easily in a week.”
My hand finds her ass and I part her cheeks, sliding two fingers down her slit. She’s wet and throbbing, her thighs quivering despite the pain in her backside.
“I’m sorry too,” she mewls, arching her ass into me when she feels my fingers. “I’m sorry for provoking you.” She buries her forehead in the surface of the vanity, hiding her face as if ashamed of what she whispers next. “I just wanted you back.”
A pleased rumble sounds in my chest.
“Here I am, cara . You got me back.” I spank her again to punctuate my words and she cries out. “Use your words next time. I promise I won’t be as forgiving as I’m being now.”
Every hit of the brush on her ass is equally punishing and possessive, driven by my need to own her. She whines but she’s dripping, her thighs clenching eagerly together. She loves it.
“Fuck me,” she begs. “Please…please fuck me.”
I laugh sharply, running a hand over her heated skin. It’s red and raised, and I’m pleased to see she flinches at my touch. Maybe that’ll teach her to never threaten me with the unthinkable again.
“No.”
“No?”
“You've been bad, Leni, and bad girls don’t deserve my cock,” I say, running the brush down her slit until I find her opening. I press in, pushing the handle until it parts her walls and disappears inside her.
Valentina jerks off the vanity with a gasp. The move makes her inadvertently clench her thighs around the brush, pulling it deeper inside. She groans and falls forward, turning her face so her cheek is against the surface.
“Matteo—oh. Oh. ” Her features twist in pleasure when I thrust the handle all the way in. “Oh, fuck.”
My hand curves around her waist to find her clit and flick it. Valentina mewls loudly, her eyes going wide before they close. Her lips part and she pants loudly.
“You’re enjoying this too much, cara .” I continue teasing her clit, assuring her pleasure even as I condemn her. “This is meant to be a punishment, remember?”
“Y-yes.”
As the brush drives in and out, and in and out, she writhes on the table, searching for more contact, for more pleasure, for that climax that remains just out of reach.
With my other hand, I pull my gun from the back of my waistband. Valentina’s eyes spring open when she hears the magazine drop and hit the floor. Fear crosses her face when she sees what I’m holding.
She moans discontentedly when I pull the brush from her, but her eyes never leave the gun. I can see it in her eyes, that she has an inkling of what I’m going to do. There’s also hesitation there, disbelief that she could think such a thought, and even more incredulity at what I might be planning.
Pulling the barrel back, I watch the final casing eject from the chamber. It drops to the floor with a metallic sound, one we both ignore because our eyes are pinned on each other.
“What are you doing?” squeaks.
“You trust me, don’t you, cara ?” I say, setting the muzzle of the gun between her shoulder blades. She jumps, an alarmed cry falling from her lips, and her eyes widen as I drag the gun unhurriedly down the length of her spine and between the cheeks of her ass.
The combination of fear, adrenaline, danger, apprehension, and a measure of curiosity blow her pupils wide until her eyes are two pools of black.
“Yes,” she whispers instantly, even though her gaze tells me she’s unsure.
I nearly roar in delight. I never knew how precious gaining her trust could be to me, but I worked hard for it and I treasure it more than anything.
Her legs shake as I bring the muzzle down her wet slit and to her entrance. I keep it there, letting the anticipation grow.
“Push back on it, Leni.” She looks over her shoulder at me and gasps loudly. Based on the way her mouth parts in shock, I know my face must look unrecognizable, my features twisted by the savage lust crashing through me. “Push back on it,” I repeat, my voice at least two octaves lower than usual. “I want you to fuck my gun.”
With a soft, scared whine, she does as I command. My jaw nearly unhinges itself as I watch her arch her back, press her ass back, and start to welcome the muzzle of my gun into her tight heat. She groans softly, the barrel far larger than the handle of the brush.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Such a good girl.”
I press it in as she pushes back, helping her along until it’s completely buried inside her. My hand is wrapped around the handle, my knuckles dragging against her clit as I pull the gun out and push it roughly back in.
“Faster,” I command.
A long, drawn out moan rips from low in her throat. She pulls her lower lip in with her teeth to muffle her noises. I close my hand around the back of her neck and squeeze, my cock so hard and aching I’m afraid it’s going to explode.
“How does it feel to fuck my gun, cara ?” I purr, licking across the line of her lips. “Do you like it? Do you like knowing that you’ve marked your territory and you’ll always be with me wherever I go?”
She nods, but a fog over her eyes tells me she’s lost to the sensations coursing through her, an orgasm rapidly approaching. I grip her jaw in my fist, and drive the gun brutally inside her. Ragged pants leave her in time with every thrust until they build to wild screams.
“Understand this, Valentina.” The coldness in my voice sends a shiver running down her spine. “The next bullet out of this gun is for any man you strip for, dance in front of, touch, or frankly, simply fucking look at. He’ll die with a bullet soaked in your cum ripping through his forehead. Is that clear?” She nods. “Answer me.”
“Yes.”
I shake her, my anger surging once more through me. “I don’t give a fuck about Marina. You belong to me , Valentina. Every day for nearly two years you’ve been mine, so when I tell you that I’ll put a bullet in the next man you glance at, I mean it. Then I’ll rip it out of his dead body and drown his corpse in bleach because he doesn’t get to keep a single part of you with him, especially not anything from my pussy.”
“I-I understand, Phantom,” she grits out through clenched teeth. “Can I… can I come.”
A pleased growl escapes me. I release her to reach around and play with her clit.
“You’re a good girl for asking,” I purr. “Hold it.”
“Noooo…”
“ Hold it ,” I order sternly. My fingers dance along her clit in tandem with the savage thrusts of my gun. Her back bows and she lifts off the vanity, trying to escape the dual assault. “Come,” I order.
Valentina shatters with a guttural scream. Her spine arches, her ass clenches and her legs shake as her release slams through her. I’m left in awe of how powerfully her entire body quivers as she takes everything dark and dirty I have to give and turns it into pure ecstasy. I keep pounding inside her with the gun, the resistance tighter now as her walls clamp down around the barrel.
Crouched behind her, I watch as her juices run down her thighs, soaking the gun and my hand beneath it. Finally, she slumps forward, completely spent. I pull the gun gently out and flip her over with my other hand so that she’s laying on her back on the white vanity with her arms trapped beneath her. She stares up at me with lustful, captivated eyes and I can’t help it. I lean down and kiss her.
I straighten and my thumb finds her clit. She jumps, still sensitive from her climax, then moans softly at the contact. Standing between her parted thighs, I bring the gun up to my lips and suck it into my mouth. Valentina’s head lifts off the vanity, her pupils completely blown with lust.
“So fucking sweet.” A violent groan rips through me as I lick the barrel clean, not missing a drop of her juices.
With my other hand, I free my cock and line myself up with her entrance. She’s trembling in anticipation, every muscle waiting for me to come home to her.
“Fuuuck,” I growl between clenched teeth as I slide in. “Fuck, I missed this.”
She gasps. “You’re so big,” she whimpers.
“And you’re so tight.” I sweep a glance down her body to where I’m buried inside her. “Perfect fit.”
I bring the muzzle of the gun to her pussy and start teasing her clit with it. Valentina’s eyes roll back into her head as a strangled groan leaves her lungs. Her muscles clamp down on me, trying to greedily suck me deeper inside her.
She’s so fucking mesmerizing. Her head is thrown back, her neck opened to me, her tits bouncing with every thrust of my cock inside her, her abs contracting and releasing. Everything about her was made to titillate and torment me.
I lean over and suck one of her taut nipples between my lips, grazing my teeth over the sensitive peak. She mewls loudly, thrashing to try and get her hands free so she can pull me closer or push me away, I’m not sure which.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I murmur, licking a path from one nipple to the other, then up her throat, then down her chest, until every inch of her glistens with traces of my wet passage.
I grab her thigh and hold her knee at my waist to give me a better angle. My hips roll as I alternate deep and shallow, then quick and slow thrusts until she’s a loud, incoherent mess. Running a finger through her sopping wet slit, I reach around, part her cheeks and search for her asshole. Her eyes widen, the hazel in them looking for and tangling with the dirtiest parts of me.
“I know this hole has missed me too,” I rasp, rimming her ass with my wet finger.
I push in slowly, relishing the reticence of the muscles. Every millimeter has to be earned as I insist, pressing deeper until I break through the knot.
“ Cazzo , I forgot how tight you are back here.” She shakes her head in denial and her lips part. “Shh, cara. Be thankful I didn’t force my gun in your ass for your sins tonight. You could have used the lesson.”
She moans, I’m not sure if in response to my words or the fact my finger starts moving in and out of her with deep, long strokes that match those of my cock in her pussy.
“So good,” she pants, mindlessly. “That feels so good.”
I drag the gun down from her clit, trace around my dick, and bring it to rest next to my finger, adding just a hint of pressure as I smirk. “Or maybe, you would have liked it.”
A jolt of excitement shakes her body.
God, she’s perfect. I watch us in the mirror, fucking her hard until her head knocks into it with every one of my thrusts.
Pressing the gun back against her clit, I continue to finger her ass and fuck her pussy until her orgasm starts to build, nearing an inevitable crest. Her muscles tighten, her pussy slickens, and her ass convulses. Her back arches, her eyes close, and her mouth parts.
And then she’s coming. Like a star exploding in the night sky, she comes apart in a burst of movement and energy, screaming her pleasure and torture at the same time.
I manage to hang on, but only just. Only by thinking about everything except the beautiful woman falling apart beneath me. She's the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen.
This is another visual I want burned onto the back of my eyelids. One eye will have a smiling photo of her imprinted, the other will have her as she is right now—clenching down on my cock, riding out the most powerful orgasm she’s probably ever had.
Surely there’s got to be a tattoo artist with the skillset to make that happen.
My hands drag down her still shaking thighs as I pull out, my fingers digging hard enough to grab flesh. My arms drop and I walk backwards, pulling out a chair from a nearby vanity. Valentina watches as the legs scrape loudly against the floor until I reach the center of the room.
Sitting on the chair, I spread my legs dominantly. My hard cock juts up between us, the only part of me that’s unclothed. My jaw sets, a muscle jumping once. I glance down at my cock then slowly back at her.
“Come clean me up, cara .”
My eyes meet hers in a dare, but I don’t see resistance in her gaze. Instead, I find defiance.
Naked from the waist down, with the lacy fabric of her bra pushed to the side and her breasts revealed, she meets my gaze squarely and lifts her bound wrists.
“I’m going to need my hands.” She doesn’t wait for me to say anything, she reaches into the panel of the vanity and pulls out one of her signature knives, slicing the belt clean off her wrists.
So slowly I feel my breathing come to a stop, the air escaping progressively from my lungs, she slides off the edge of the vanity and shimmies unhurriedly down until her knees touch the floor.
She gets on all fours, her eyes staying glued to mine.
And then she crawls to me.