Chapter 13
Dario
The next day, I take her out for a drive—just Vittoria and me. It’s a no-brainer, considering what she’s just gone through. Since she’s been expressing her desire for this, I figure it’s something I can give her.
She’s behind the wheel with the windows down and her hair whipping wildly in the wind.
When I glance over, I realize—hell, maybe I’ve always wanted this too.
No makeup, but her skin glows like she bottled up the morning sun.
The skirt she’s wearing is a paradox—somehow too long and too short at the same time.
Every bump in the road teases me with a glimpse of her thighs.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” My voice comes out rougher than I expect, so I clear my throat.
She takes a second to answer, like she’s letting it settle under her skin. “It’s—liberating. Why haven’t we done this before?”
I huff out a laugh. “You do remember I kidnapped you, right?”
Something glints across her face—like she’s only just remembering that part.
She tilts her head, considering. “Huh. Yeah.” A beat of stillness. Then, with a shrug, “Still feels like a missed opportunity.”
I lean back in my seat and sigh.
Her scent floods the car, making it impossible to focus on anything else. I love it—the fragrance of her skin, her body, her soul.
I adjust in my seat, jaw tightening as I register just how damn tight my jeans have gotten. Jesus. She gets me hard without even trying. “But you really should slow down and let me drive.”
She smirks. “Why? Am I going too fast for you?”
There it is—the challenge. It’s in her voice, in the way she gives me a sideways glance before returning her focus to the road.
“I’m the only one here trained to go this fast.”
She rolls her eyes and laughs, foot pressing a little harder on the gas. “Oh, aren’t you just the fun police?”
“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, sweetheart.”
That earns me another glance before she returns her focus to the road. The next minute I unbuckle my seatbelt. She notices immediately and her grip on the wheel tightens. “Dario—”
I don’t say anything. I don’t have to. Something in my expression makes her breath hitch. The mood in the car shifts, thickens.
My hand finds her thigh and my fingers ease her skirt higher, revealing smooth, creamy skin and just the barest glimpse of lace.
Her voice drops to something softer, breathier. “What’s on your mind?”
Those words make me want to dive into her skin and bend her completely to my will.
A smirk tugs at my lips. “A lot, baby. But none of it’s your problem.” I squeeze her thigh, watching her squirm. “Then again, you already know how to make me feel better, don’t you?”
She nods, instinctively pulling her thighs apart. She slows the car but doesn’t stop. We’re on the highway now, the sun shining in her hair, and there’s no telling where this may lead. But I don’t let her go. To be honest, I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.
“You feel… so soft. Warm. I want to touch you all day, every day.”
“Dario shouldn’t I park first...” She swallows, my confession leaving her confused or stunned. As she exits the highway, I slip my hands to the waistband of her panties, pushing a finger in to rub circles on her clit.
“Oh, Dario,” she gasps. If I thought her voice was breathless a few minutes ago, this has taken it to another level.
She bucks in her seat as my finger delicately explores her slick folds.
It doesn’t take long for her to start grinding her hips against my hand, her breathing turning into soft moans.
“I like the way… ooh… ooh…”
I slide another finger in, leaning closer to her, trapping her in her seat before moving my fingers deeper. “You’re so fucking wet, Vittoria.” She tightens her grip on the steering wheel and gasps. “You don’t know how much I dream of getting you like this. I need you like I need air.”
I pull my fingers out and push them back in, repeating the motion until she’s squirming in my hands. “Dario… I’m begging you.”
“You are so very wet, my beautiful whore.”
God, her scent is filling every inch of the car now, that delicate, euphoric female scent that drives every man crazy. I add a third finger inside her tight hole, increasing my violent thrust into her slick folds and I’m rewarded with a loud whimper.
“Do you want me to fuck this gorgeous cunt of yours?”
“Please,” Vittoria gasps, pushing her hips back against my hand. “I need—oh God.”
I lean down to press kisses on her cheeks and neck.
Her sigh of pleasure has me hardening so much in my pants that I think my fly might burst. I don’t mind, though.
We’ve had sex before, but this feels new and real—filled with spontaneity, passion, and the weight of unspoken words.
I don’t think the day could get any better.
I pull my fingers out, wet and dripping with her essence. Bringing them to my mouth, I suck on them. Her lips part, but no words come out—only an almost strangled cry at the back of her throat.
I plunge my fingers back inside her tight pussy, fucking her faster as she writhes and cries in her seat. Without a word, she parks the car by the side of the road and tilts her head back, dragging her hands up to mine, urging me not to stop the pleasure building inside her.
“The sounds you make… drive me wild, baby.”
She grinds her hips again, and I feel a fever burning in my chest.
“I fucking need you, Vittoria.”
“Whatever you want me to… to… do, I’ll do,” she breathes.
“I want you riding me right now. I need to fill your perfect pussy with my cock.” I unzip my pants, slide out my swollen cock, and rub the head, covering it with dripping precum. “See what you do to me, baby?”
She unbuckles her seatbelt so quickly it almost makes me laugh, if not for the intensity of my need for her. Without speaking, I pull her from her seat and help her climb onto me. She shifts and nudges a couple of times before sliding down fully, gasping loudly.
“I can’t stop wanting you… can’t stop wanting this,” she says.
“Good. Because I’m going to make sure this is the last cock you’ll ever have in your goddamn life. Now ride me like the dirty slut I know you are.”
And that’s exactly what she does, thrusting her pussy down on me with her arms wrapped around my shoulders. She’s dripping on me, heightening the pleasure, and the wet sounds of our bodies meeting fill the car.
“The way you feel…” How can I want something so much? “You’re so tight; it feels so damn good, baby.”
She begins to let out short, strangled cries. “Oh… oh… oh…”
I grip her hips and slam her down hard on me. Her gasp is loud, as are her moans. “Dario…”
“Yeah, baby?” I slam her down again, but before she can respond, I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her with every pent-up emotion I can muster.
When we pull apart, I swear her lips are swollen. “I’m… so… close, Dario.”
I reach down between us and rub her clit as she rides me faster.
With my other hand, I grip her throat and slam even harder into her, making her eyes roll and her breathing uneven as she takes my cock like it’s her only sustenance for life.
I push on like a mad man, the obscene sounds of me sliding in and out of her drenched core creating a dirty symphony that intensifies every fucking sensation.
She rides my dick shamelessly, her nipples perky and poking out from her top, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth, eyes wide and teary as she struggles to scream around my tight grip on her throat.
She feels like a glimpse of heaven in the hell I’ve made my home.
The closest thing to salvation I’ll ever touch.
And yet, I still want to pull her into the abyss with me.
I fuck her hard, afraid I might break her, but every time I ease up, Vittoria lets out a low, warning growl that has my lips curling with satisfaction and dark amusement.
And in the same depraved way, that’s what tips her over the edge, sending her spiraling. Her cries in the car aren’t loud, but they’re so hot… so delicious that it doesn’t take long for me to spill my load inside her.
I kiss her neck and cheeks. “You’re so beautiful, Vittoria.”
She places her hands on my chest and swallows. “How can something so bad feel so…”
“Shhhh.” I let her rest her head on my shoulder, my hand moving in slow circles along her back. Her breath evens out, her body finally relaxing against mine. “Don’t speak again, just stay like this.”
And that’s exactly what she does.
I’ve had her and there’s no going back.
Now, on to what’s been gnawing at me all night.
Why the hell would a husband send his men after his kidnapped wife— and not to save her?
***
I don’t believe in coincidences. Every move is calculated. Every lie is deliberate. Every betrayal is premeditated.
Enzo made his choice the moment he sent men after me that night, and I intend to return the favor tenfold.
But before I burn his world down, I need to understand why he did it.
Why would he risk everything—not just his business, but his own wife?
The woman he paraded around like a prize, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered to him.
And yet, he threw her to the wolves.
I don’t buy it. People don’t betray what they love unless that love was never real to begin with.
That’s why I’m here, digging into Vittoria’s past. I had one of my guys in the department pull what he could.
Official records, sealed reports, anything with her name on it.
I had all of this done before I decided I wanted it deeper, down to the fucking name of her first-grade teacher.
If she ever owned a goldfish, I wanted to know how long it lived and where it was buried.
Nothing was too small, no detail insignificant.
If she sneezed in a classroom when she was seven, I wanted to know who handed her the tissue.
What I got in return wasn’t just a file—it was a goddamn revelation.
A different life. One I never saw coming.