42. Villains
CHAPTER 42
VILLAINS
A ntonio
Those brilliant sapphire eyes sear to mine, and I’m powerless to deny her the very thing I want more than any other. Despite the consequences. This woman already has me by the balls and another night of devouring her will only serve as the final nail in my coffin. But if I’m going to die, I might as well enjoy my damnation.
And sinking my cock into Serena Valentino is like savoring a slice of paradise.
“Get on your knees and put your hands up on the headboard.” Raw desire laces my tone, and my pulse skyrockets as she stirs beside me.
When she sits up, I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy beneath my undershirt. Cazzo , this woman will be my absolute ruin. And I’m about to jump off the ledge just to get there sooner.
I drag my boxers down, and my cock springs free, already hard at the sight of her splayed out on the bed. Then I lift to my knees and move behind her. I run my nose across the back of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent, then I lick my way to her earlobe. She melts into my touch and fuck, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Serena is as feral for me as I am for her.
What that says about our sanity is questionable, but tonight, logic gets thrown out the window.
I press my body flush against hers, my cock straining against her ass which is still partially covered by my t-shirt. That will not do. I reach for the hem and lift it up and over her head, exposing perfectly tanned skin beneath. There’s something about tan lines that drive me crazy, as if getting to see the patches of milky white flesh is reserved only for me.
Now that she’s completely bare, I lace my arm around her middle, drawing her back so my cock fits between her ass cheeks. Her body trembles with each sweep of my crown, and she pushes her ass against me, begging for more. Cum glistens on my tip, and from the feel of it, she’s already soaked for me.
But I need to know for certain.
I slip my hand between her legs, forcing them apart and trail my finger up her inner thigh. Slick heat coats my fingers, and her head falls back on my shoulder.
“Mmm, Antonio,” she groans.
“Do you like that, tesoro ?” I run my fingers across her wet folds, and she grinds into my palm.
“Yes, so much.”
“Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
“For starters.” She cants her head over her shoulder and grins.
“That’s my greedy little girl.” I thrust two fingers inside her, and a gasp fills the air between us. I start to pump and her hips rock into the demanding pace. She removes a hand from the headboard and tries to reach for me, but I cluck my teeth. “Uh, uh. Keep your hands still or I’ll stop. You can’t touch me yet.”
She mutters a curse but returns her hand to the velvet bedframe, and I’m thankful for another pass. It’s only a matter of time before she asks about the scars on my back. I know she’s seen them or at least felt them. And I’m not ready to relive that nightmare just yet.
“This is all about you, tesoro ,” I murmur.
As my fingers work her inside, my thumb circles her clit just like she likes it. Then I slide my cock through her arousal, finding her asshole, and tease the delicate nerves. Just a little pressure…
“Oh, fuck, Toni, that feels good.”
“I’m going to fill you up, tesoro , with my cock, my fingers, my tongue. You’ll have all of me, and I’ll have all of you.” One last time . The bitter thought is suffocating.
“Umhmm, yes…”
I thrust harder, my fingers diving deep inside her sweetness, and my cock is so hard it hurts. I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait much longer to sheathe myself inside her. I can’t decide if I want to take her in the ass or the pussy first. I want to claim all of her tonight. She’s right, it’s our last chance, and I won’t miss out on any of it.
With my free hand, I find her breast, then her nipple, and she arches into my touch as I tease the sensitive tip. My head dips to the crook of her neck and I lavish her skin, devouring that sweet strawberry taste. I want to mark her as mine. Even if this is the last time, I need everyone to know. If I die tomorrow, at least she’ll have something to remember me by.
I draw her flesh between my teeth and bite, gently at first. She moans, her hips moving more quickly now, begging for release. “More,” she pants.
I toy with her clit, alternating between fast and slow circles, my fingers curling inside her to reach that mystical spot. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Antonio.”
I lick the spot I just bit then increase the pressure. “Is this okay?” I mumble against her skin.
“Yes.” She thrusts her hips to meet each of mine, my cock nudging at her back entrance.
I’ve found that sometimes just the tip is enough to bring a woman to orgasm, a precise combination of stimulation between both holes and the clit.
“I’m going to come… don’t stop.”
I bite harder, circling her clit faster and she cries out, her pussy constricting against my fingers but I don’t let up the pace, driving harder still until the waves of pleasure consume her.
“Oh fuck, Antonio, yes, yes.” Her pussy grinds against my palm, her ass against my cock and I don’t stop until the torrent of ecstasy completely subsides, and she’s boneless in my arms.
Her head falls back on my shoulder again, and she glances up at me, the haze of satisfaction glittering across those beautiful eyes. “Not bad for round one.” She smirks.
“Turn around and spread your legs for me, tesoro . I want to watch this time as I fuck you, as my cock sinks so deep inside you, I kiss your spine. I want you to see my face when I coax this next mind-blowing orgasm out of you. So that you’ll never forget how good this was. Even long after I’m dead and buried.”
Her expression darkens, the excitement and lust from a second ago waning. “I won’t let you die, Antonio. I would never allow Papà to do that…”
I nod slowly, pressing a finger to her lips because I don’t want to ruin this moment. I’d rather we both pretend until the sun comes up because our future is inevitable. Like the moon, our paths are bound by forces beyond our control.
Taking her hand, I lie her back on the bed and wedge myself between her thighs. It’s a perfect fit, as if we were actually made for each other. If I believed in all that soul mate shit, I would be certain she’s the one. But this isn’t a fairy tale and villains like me don’t get happy endings.
But I can have a happy now.
Her hands drift to my neck, then down my back and I tense as she glides across the puckered skin. Her eyes lift to mine, and I see it. Pity. Dio , she knows. She has seen the scars hidden beneath the canvas of tattoos.
“What happened?” she whispers.
I heave out a breath, dreading this conversation. “Fire…”
“Well, I guessed that much.” Her hand dives deeper, gently massaging the sensitive flesh. “But how?”
“I went back into Papà ’s villa after Raf and Isabella?—”
“You were there that day?” Her eyes widen as they regard me.
My head dips slowly, as I draw lazy circles across her bare shoulder. “They didn’t see me. I arrived as they were running from the blazing inferno.” Leaning my chin against Serena’s chest, I lock my gaze to hers. “I went in to look for my father. That’s how much of a hold that man had on me. He fucked up our whole lives, and still, I ran into a burning building to try to save him.”
“But he was already dead?”
I nod again. Clearly, she’d heard the story from my brother.
“I carried his body out…” I shake my head, the weight of the confession pressing in on me. “Then I got the lex talionis tattoo, so I’d never forget.”
“Kind of like the violets I got for my Nonna.” She squeezes her mouth into a tight line. “Shit, Antonio, I’m sorry, that was a really shitty comparison.”
“No… it’s sweet. And anyway, I’m not sorry. It had to be done.” A rueful grin tugs up the corners of his lips. “And if it hadn’t been for that hellish escape from the fire, in which I cursed my brother and his Isabella every step of the way, I never would have found you.”
A soft laugh escapes through Serena’s lips. “So you’re saying you’re glad you endured a horrible fire because it pushed you to the edge of insanity and forced you to abduct me?”
“Well, when you say it like that, I do sound crazy.” A chuckle vibrates my own chest. “But I guess you must have already known that.”
“And still, here I am.”
I guide myself to her slick entrance with those mesmerizing orbs still staring up at me. “Everything will work out as it’s supposed to, tesoro ,” I whisper against her lips before I roll my hips back and thrust, sheathing myself to the hilt.
Our moans echo in unison across the room, and for the first time I can remember since being with a woman, I keep my eyes locked to hers the entire time. I drive into her deeper, longer, slower, and with every part of my being. Until I can no longer tell where I end and she begins.
And the longer it lasts, the more terrified I become.
Because suddenly, I don’t want to die, and I don’t want this to be the last time with Serena. I want to spend the rest of my life fucking her, claiming her, maybe one day even loving her.
Dawn breaks, spilling light into the dark room, and overwhelming dread fills my chest. Serena lies on top of me, her soft breaths escaping in time with the rise and fall of my chest. Our time is up. I didn’t sleep all night, or what little was left of it after we’d had enough of each other. Well, that isn’t entirely true as I don’t think I’d ever have enough of Serena.
Four times and we were spent. She was too sleepy to keep her eyes open, but still she held onto my cock like it belonged to her. And I think it does.
With her laying on top of me all night, I’m ready for round five, despite the exhaustion. I don’t need sleep, I don’t need anything but that hot, wet pussy welcoming me home. Worse, it’s more than just my physical desire for her. She’s all I think about, her safety, her happiness, all the shit I’ve put her through. I can’t get any of it out of my head.
I’m completely fucked.
What if I don’t take her to the airport? What if I force her to run with me? This all started as an abduction anyway. How much more could she hate me?
She stirs above me as if she’s heard my thoughts or maybe she feels my raging erection poking her in the stomach. Her head lifts and hooded lids meet mine as her lips slide into a smile. “Morning.”
“Buongiorno, tesoro.” Only there’s nothing good about this morning.
“Is it time to wake up?” She yawns and stretches out on top of me, grazing my cock. Her eyes brighten, and the hint of a smile flashes across her face. “Or do we have time for one more quickie?”
I can’t help the chuckle from rumbling my chest. “I wish we did, but unfortunately, we’ll have to leave soon, and if I have you just one more time, I’m not certain I’ll ever let you walk out of here again.”
The slight line between her brows deepens. “It doesn’t have to be the last time, Toni. I’ll be back in Milano before long and maybe?—”
I shake my head. “Let’s just play it by ear, okay?”
She must misunderstand my reluctance, and her lips screw into a pout as she rolls off me. I want to explain, to tell her it’s not that I don’t want to see her again, it’s that I can’t bear to disappoint her. How can I give her hopes of a reunion I’m certain won’t ever happen? The moment she’s safe aboard that jet with her cousin, I’m a dead man.