Chapter Seven
Vanessa had always tried not to imagine her wedding night. When she was old enough to realize what was expected of her, she’d asked Maureen what happened between a man and a woman. Maureen hadn’t sugarcoated it, and told her bluntly what was going to happen.
At first, she’d been terrified, but then her nanny had also told her that when the time came, if her husband was the right guy, it was going to feel like the best thing in the world.
Diago’s mouth on her body had felt incredible, especially when he went between her thighs. She didn’t think it was possible to feel that way, but the pleasure had been out of this world.
When he’d finally taken her upstairs and told her it was going to hurt, she figured most women wouldn’t be happy about that. In fact, she could imagine most of them being somewhat pissed. Then, of course, the pain that came when they finally did have sex.
But … it hadn’t lasted. It hadn’t been this awful feeling that made her feel split in two. Yes, it had been uncomfortable, or maybe that was now the third orgasm talking, but it hadn’t ruined it. Vanessa lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling her husband at her side.
They had already changed the sheets. Diago had taken them, said he needed them, for what she didn’t know. She didn’t care either. If it was to show her father, it didn’t matter.
“How are you?” he asked, and she slowly turned her head toward him.
“I’m fine.” Which also seemed odd to her, considering she was now married to one of the scariest men of the mafia, probably of the whole world. “How do you do it?” she asked, rolling over to face him.
“Do what?”
“Make people afraid of you? How did you do it? Was it some kind of magical gift?” She wasn’t a fool and knew deep in her soul that magic didn’t exist, but if he had any way he could help her, then she was all ears.
“You know the answer to that.”
“No, I don’t.”
His gaze looked past her shoulder.
“I’m not afraid of you. I know you’re not going to hurt me, unless I do something that means you have to. I get it. You don’t have to worry about what I’m going to do or say, or any of that.” She quickly pressed her lips together and then took a deep breath. “I’m not trying to be difficult. I promise. I just … I … how do you make people so afraid of you like that? Everyone ignores me, or talks behind my back, laughing and sniggering.”
“And you think I don’t get that?”
“You do?”
“I don’t get the laughter and the sniggers, but I certainly get the whispering behind their fingers, but that’s what I like, as it does half the job for me. It’s simple, Vanessa, and you are not allowed to have nightmares after this.” He stopped and she felt his hand on her hip. It felt so good when he touched her, and the truth was, she didn’t want him to ever stop. “I do whatever it takes to get the job done. I’m not afraid to get killed. There is no situation I’ve had to run from. I go toward the danger and pain, and I laugh at it. Mainly, I kill it, and after a while, people know what you’re capable of. I’ve killed men and women who were considered indestructible, and yet with a bullet, a swipe of my blade, or my fist, I’ve taken their lives. They’ve seen me covered in blood, and I haven’t gotten so much as a scar.”
“So you are some kind of super being?”
“No, Vanessa, I simply don’t lose, and I make people pay for their disrespect.”
She couldn’t resist reaching out and placing her hand directly over his heart. “Why haven’t you killed my father yet?”
“Because sometimes you need to know who all the players are before you make the first move. I needed to know if your father was working alone, or if he had someone with him.”
She hadn’t even thought of that. “What did you find out?”
“Your father was working alone. I don’t even know if your mother or brothers are part of his schemes.”
“Why does it matter if they are or not?” she asked.
“So I know exactly who to kill, and how painful to make it.”
“Why does it matter to you what they did to me? If they all worked together to try and get money, why does it matter?”
The hand at her hip slid up, and it was like a path of pleasurable fire worked its way up her body, making her so hungry for him as he cupped her cheek.
“Because you were not part of it, and for what they did to you, and what my father was willing to let happen, all in the name of money. I find that unacceptable, and I am going to do what it takes to make him pay.”
Vanessa couldn’t help it. She just had to kiss him. No one in her life had ever given a shit about her long enough to care, other than Maureen. It was strange, because this coldhearted, ruthless man did seem to care. She didn’t want to ask him, because she couldn’t take the answer, especially if it was entertained, and he was going to call her a fool.
Lifting up, she pushed against him, moving over him.
Vanessa didn’t have a clue what she was doing, but she’d seen enough movies to know how to start sex. She didn’t even care that she was a little tender. All she wanted was to be as close to him as possible.
Diago didn’t fight her as she moved to straddle his waist. At first, she kept kissing him, but hovered over, right at his crotch. She felt an answering need pulse through her, to feel every inch of him against her, so she finally gave in and pressed her naked pussy against him.
She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips. It felt so good to feel his cock against her. His hands, just as she knew they would, felt so good, and she didn’t want him to stop touching her.
Vanessa had no idea why she suddenly felt this bold, but she was going on pure instinct, on what her body wanted, and feeling him surround her is what she craved.
Reaching out for his hand, he didn’t fight her, and she placed his palm directly over her breast, then took his other hand. Diago knew exactly what she wanted, as he stroked and teased her, cupping the weight of her tits in his palm, and then pushing them together, dancing his thumb across each nipple.
His name spilled from her lips, and she couldn’t keep quiet anymore. It felt so good, and the way he stroked her nipples sent an answering quake straight to her core. He’d already brought her to orgasm, but she felt the need to have another, and she didn’t stop wriggling on top of his cock, feeling him start to thicken. Another moan left her lips, and she closed her eyes.
“If you’re going to wriggle, then do it properly.”
She opened her eyes just as he pulled his hands away from her breasts. She missed his touch, but she didn’t have to wait long, as he moved her into position, lined his cock to her entrance, and Vanessa didn’t hesitate. She knew what she wanted to feel.
Even though Diago was meant to be some kind of monster, she couldn’t help but feel completely safe when she was with him. He wasn’t like any other man she’d ever known. He was … amazing.
Inch by inch, he started to fill her, and she had no choice but to reach out and hold onto his shoulders, for fear of losing him. He was her man. She knew she couldn’t say these things aloud, in case he laughed at her, but this is how she felt. She wanted to belong to Diago, and after what he’d said, she knew she did.
Her loyalty was now to her husband, and if he wanted to kill her father, then he had her complete support.
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The following morning, Diago had intended to give his wife a break, to allow her body the chance to rest and heal, but Vanessa seemed to have other ideas. He’d gone for a shower, intent on making her breakfast, and at least attempting to try loving this woman. Diago had never tried with anyone, never needed to.
There had always been one rule—he went after what he wanted. He’d never raped a woman. But he had killed women, lots of them, all of whom had been part of murderous plots, or had simply been in the way.
Vanessa was different. He’d known that seven years ago, when he rescued her and she’d not recoiled from him in fear. He also knew she’d been delirious from the pain and the infection that had started to spread over her body. She’d curled toward him.
Vanessa had been the only woman to seek comfort from him, and it was a memory he’d kept all these years. It is what had stopped him from killing her father so many times, after discovering the truth and what the man was capable of.
“Is it deep?” he asked.
She whimpered in response.
He’d tried to take a shower, then planned to make her some breakfast—do the romantic thing—only it hadn’t worked that way. Vanessa had followed him into the bathroom, and he had not been able to push her away from the shower.
He’d banded an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. He was going to kiss her, wash her body, and hold her.
He should have known he wasn’t going to be successful in his mission to try not to touch her. Every time she was close, his cock paid attention, going hard as a fucking rock.
Diago knew he should have some self-control. He was a hardened killer with multiple deaths under his belt—he had simply lost count of the number of people he killed.
He should be able to resist the temptation Vanessa posed, but when she was within arm’s reach, he just couldn’t take it.
It was why he’d gone to that fucking party to begin with. He’d grown tired of hearing her father try to sell her off, as if she was nothing more than a piece of meat. He wasn’t interested in any of that bullshit.
Diago had known it was only going to be a matter of time before someone saw the value in “fresh meat” and decided to take her father up on her offer, which is why he’d swooped in when he finally did. For seven years, he’d gotten lucky, but he knew it would run out soon, if he wasn’t careful.
He pushed that bullshit out of his mind, and looked down at where his dick was balls-deep inside her.
Her hands were pressed against the tiled walls of the shower, and he ran his hands down her spine, cupping them over her hips, and then toward her ass. He couldn’t get enough of her curves, and he loved feeling her body beneath his hands, and seeing her as he stroked her body.
She was stunning.
He loved her full hips, her thick thighs. Again, he was aware of her weight being a problem to her family, but he found her addictive.
Diago didn’t want some slender little thing who was terrified of the size of his cock. No, he wanted Vanessa, who was quite content to wriggle and take every inch of him without complaint, which was exactly what she was doing now, and driving him crazy.
The sounds she made were sweet music to his ears.
The water cascaded around them, keeping them nice and warm, even though it was summer.
Pulling out of her tight warmth, he saw her pussy open wide. He eased all the way out of her, and then fed that warm cunt, his cock, gripping her hips as he seated himself to the hilt. Her moans echoed off the walls, and he slid one hand between her spread thighs, stroking her clit, feeling her pussy tighten around his cock.
Leaning over, he pressed his lips to her neck, and he had already started to learn what his wife loved, what drove her to distraction, and made her putty in his hands. Her neck was certainly one of those zones, and he was more than happy to exploit it now. He bit down, not enough to cause a mark, but certainly to make her cry out, and her pussy squeezed him so tightly, he thought he was about ready to explode inside her.
“Do you want to come, baby girl?” he asked.
She whimpered, and he saw her sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, but then nod her head. “Yes.”
“Are you going to be a good girl and do exactly as I say?” he asked.
“Yes, please, Diago, I need you.”
No one had ever needed him.
Well, people had needed him, but not to allow them to feel pleasure. This was a new experience for him, and he stroked her clit, keeping his dick in the same spot and feeling every inch of her as he worked her pussy.
He couldn’t let her go, even if he wanted to. Diago had never felt this possessive over a woman, over anyone.
People—men and women—were nothing more than targets.
Vanessa had changed all of that.
He heard the hitch in her breath as well as felt the pulse between her thighs, as she started to climb the precipice that would take her to new heights. He was tempted to torment her, to play with her on that cliff edge, to hear her beg and plead with him, but there would be plenty of time for that.
Diago sent her hurtling into orgasm, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and wait for the pleasure to subside and hope he could control his cock from coming balls-deep inside her pussy.
She screamed his name, and Diago knew he could get used to the sound spilling from her lips.
He waited as long as he could, and then he returned his hands to her hips, and this time, he didn’t let up. Pulling out of her until the tip of his cock was inside her, he stared down at his cock, which was covered in her release. She was sodden, and he slammed to the hilt within her. He didn’t go slow, nor did he give her a chance to become accustomed to the feel of him. He fucked her hard and fast, feeling that point in her body that was so deep, she wouldn’t know if her body was sending signals of pain or pleasure, which was exactly how he wanted it. To have her completely mindless to what was happening.
“Diago, please.”
“Do you want me to stop?” He didn’t know if he would be able to stop.
“No!”
She pushed back against him, and he marveled at the beauty of this woman.
Seven years he’d waited to take her back, and that had made him the fool, because this woman was a dream come true. To him, she was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. And he wasn’t going to let her go.
The pleasure rode him hard, sending him hurtling toward his own orgasm, and as he did, he didn’t pull out but held her tightly, as wave upon wave of his release spilled out, into her waiting womb. Diago knew he should be more careful, because every time he soaked her cunt, there was a risk of pregnancy, and he never intended to have any children.
Vanessa had a way of making him forget.
He leaned over her, kissing her neck, at that point he knew she loved him. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Amazing.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“No.”
“Good.”
He kissed her again, and then slowly began to ease out of her.
Vanessa began to stand up, but he kept her into position, because he wanted to see his seed at the entrance of her lips, and he didn’t have to wait long. Several milky drops spilled from the lips of her pussy onto the shower stall’s floor, washing down the drain.
If he made her pregnant, she would be at risk. Diago knew the moment he had taken her, it had put her at risk, but this was different. He knew the most sensible thing for him to do was to let her go, but he couldn’t do it.
Vanessa stood up, and he knew more of his cum was sliding down her leg. Vanessa didn’t even seem to notice, as she reached for the sponge. “It’s time for me to wash you.”
“This shower has already taken longer than it was meant to.”
She giggled. “And do you regret it?” she asked.
He stared at her and knew there was no way he’d ever regret putting a smile on her face.
“Never.”
“Good, so now it’s my time to wash you.”
And he wasn’t going to deny her. He wasn’t a total monster.