Chapter 12
Mario Luciano
My scars burn and muscles ache , but I accept the pain and stalk from the cathedral with Valentina over my shoulder.
She performed so well. A spot of wetness clings to my leg from my leaking tip and my balls throb in pain.
This is only the beginning of my revenge.
The Denaro family, both father and daughter, owe me a debt they can never repay. Nothing will stop me from ruining Valentina. Not her perfect body, sweet voice, or wide, vulnerable eyes, and certainly not the emotions they evoke in me.
I stomp down the stairs, jostling her on purpose to enjoy her squeak of alarm, and cross the sidewalk. The line of black SUVs waiting to ferry us away gleam in the evening sun.
I yank open the back door of the vehicle I parked not long ago and deposit my bride inside. Her flush and heaving breasts threaten my control. I buckle her in, snatch the knife from her skirt, and slam the door.
Noah drops into the driver’s seat as I stride around the liftgate and slide into the seat behind him.
Valentina keeps her face pointed out her window. With the memory of her orgasming fresh in my mind, my cock remains painfully hard.
Our first fuck will not be in the backseat of a vehicle no matter how tempting her curves may be. The things I want to do to her require more space. More leverage. More privacy.
I already shared an orgasm with every man in the cathedral. Even though she was fully clothed and clinging to my arm, possessive fury roars through me. It was my fault—I could have stopped her at any time—but I sought to humiliate father, daughter, and betrothed with her wanton behavior.
I didn’t expect the beast within me to turn feral with jealousy.
Valentina’s destruction will only happen behind closed doors from now on. Anyone who dares touch her will suffer a worse fate than the man who stabbed me in the back and left me for dead.
Noah pulls the SUV up to the curb and hits the unlock button. I rise from the backseat and stalk around the back bumper.
Valentina opens her door and swings her legs out as though she intends to stand. I growl, lift her to my chest in a cradle hold, kick the door shut, and turn toward the townhouse.
She avoids my eyes as I carry her up the front steps, unlock the door, and step over the threshold to her new hell on earth.
If she knew the debauched things I want to do to her, would she come so willingly?
When I shove the door closed with my heel and prowl through the living room without setting her down, her grip on my nape tightens and tension coils through her.
I take the stairs with menacing confidence and turn down the hall to the bedroom. The moment my foot crosses the threshold and she realizes my intention, her entire body stiffens.
“Mario, wait, I—”
I toss her on the bed and let her bounce against the mattress in a cloud of white fabric before covering her with my body.
“Does mia paperotta need more playtime even after she came in front of her daddy and her ex-fiancé?” I snarl.
She shakes her head and pushes against my shoulders, but I unsheathe her father’s blade and press the tip between her breasts. Horror shines from her eyes, but she doesn’t submit.
“Too bad, because I don’t. I’ve waited long enough,” I snarl.
Half defiance, half fight response, she wriggles and pushes harder against my chest.
I slit the neckline of her dress, careful not to nick her creamy flesh, and toss the knife onto the floor before ripping her bodice from top to navel.
Her breasts need help escaping the torn fabric, so I reach inside and groan at the silky softness.
She gasps and shakes her head, but her nipples harden against my palms. I knead and pluck, enjoying her jerking and writhing as I free them from her dress.
Pillowed around the fabric, her luscious mounds beg for teeth and tongue, so I gather her wrists into one hand and pin them to the mattress above her head before feasting.
She’s so responsive. So needy. So perfect.
Too perfect.
I reach into my pocket, retrieve the vibrator remote, and shift my eyes up to hers with my lips hovering over her left nipple.
“No. Please, I—”
Her pleading ends on a sharp inhale when I turn the vibrator on full blast. She arches her back and whines. I open my mouth and take her entire breast inside, suctioning my lips and scraping her soft flesh with my teeth.
Precum sears the inside of my shaft and fresh wetness stains my trousers.
As I swirl and flick my tongue over her hardened peak, I gather her skirt around her hips and cover her sex with my hand.
“ Mio Dio , you’re soaked,” I murmur against her breastbone.“You’re ready for me, aren’t you, paperotta ?”
She shakes her head.
I pull the buzzing vibrator out of her drenched pussy, chuckling as she contorts and trembles, and toss it aside as I rise to devour her mouth and free my cock.
She bucks and tugs her arms, but I nip her lip and plunge my tongue between her teeth as I grind the underside of my cock through her sopping pussy.
It’s too much.
I fit my tip to her entrance and thrust.
Hot. Tight. Wet.
Too tight. Her entire body stiffens as she struggles to accept me. She bites my tongue and clamps her thighs around my hips.
I snarl, work a finger into her mouth, and force her jaw open. With my tongue rescued, I cover the bottom half of her face with my hand and lower my lips to her ear.
“I’ll forgive you just this once, paperotta , since you’re taking my cock so well, but bite me again, and I’ll return the favor. Capisci ?”
She sobs against my palm. Her tears wet my cheek. She arches her back and tries to push me away with her legs.
I lose control as her tight, wet heat grips my cock. With savage thrusts of my hips, I bury myself balls deep before pulling almost all the way out and plunging back into her.
Needing to conquer every inch of her, I lick the tears from her temples, nip her ears, and suck her throat like a man possessed as I angle my thrusts, searching for the perfect spot.
I know I’ve found it when she yelps and whines every time I seat myself. After a few relentless strokes, I lift my head and watch her expression as she launches into full-body contortions.
Her pussy clamps around me in an epic orgasm. I bury my fists in the sheets and pound into her a few more times before giving in to my release.
Liquid fire rushes from my balls and spurts from my tip, filling mia paperotta with my seed.
With my forehead pressed against the mattress, her hair clings to my face and fills my nostrils with her scent as I release months’ worth of frustration deep into her body.
Euphoria spreads throughout my senses. I sag, but Valentina’s heaving breasts flatten against my suit coat, reminding me of how easily I could crush her, so I rise onto my elbows and brush her hair back from her face.
The shocked, vulnerable mix of betrayal, pain, and wonder shining from her glittering blue eyes steals the breath from my lungs.
With the worst of my lust satiated, I review the last few minutes with a clear mind. Shame pierces my heart, but I shove the useless emotion away and trace her delicate features with my fingertips.
She pushes my shoulders and turns her face away.
“Get off me.”
Her voice trembles and pussy flutters around me.
I don’t know what kind of game she’s playing, but she won’t fool me. I draw lazy designs over the bite marks on her throat.
“You’re hurting me. Get off,” she demands.
“Don’t act wounded now, paperotta . I told you I’d hurt you and we both know you came all over my cock,” I murmur.
She balls her hands into fists and digs her knuckles into my chest.
“It hurts . Take it out of me,” she says through gritted teeth.
I tilt my hips.
She breaks. I watch in horrified fascination as she sobs and pummels me with her tiny fists, her desperation and misery an instant, sadistic addiction.
Her pussy clenches around me, trying to force me out. My semi-hard cock becomse a rod of steel so quickly my head spins.
I kneel up, bracketing her ass with my thighs, and push her knees to her shoulders.
Crimson smears circle the joining of our bodies. The blood in my veins freezes. I tighten my grip on the back of her thighs and force my lungs to expand.
The sight of her pussy lips stretched around my cock sends fissures of pleasure down my spine even as concern sharpens my senses.
It’s not much blood, but the thought of injuring her over my lack of control sickens me.
I lift my gaze to hers, but she covers her face with her hands. She stiffens when I abandon one leg to grab her wrist.
“Please just take it out.”
The misery in her tone is too much. I snarl, wrap my long fingers around both of her wrists, and tug her hands away from her face.
“You enjoyed it,” I accuse.
“I orgasmed, but I hated it. I hate you. Get. Out. Of. Me.”
I scoff as understanding dawns.
“The little princess didn’t get what she wanted, so she’s pitching a fit. Are you mad I’m not wrapped around your finger like Daddy?”
Her glare intensifies. If looks could kill, she’d have murdered me already.
“You’re pathetic,” she hisses.
I tilt my hips and enjoy the clenching of her pussy.
“ This is pathetic? Baby, I’m so big you bled trying to take me, but I made you want it so bad you drenched us both.”
“I was a virgin, you asshole!”
My ears process her exasperated words, but my mind struggles to comprehend their meaning.
“You were a virgin,” I repeat.
It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. Everyone knows she went off the rails for a few months after her mother ran off with another man, until her father nipped her bad behavior in the bud. She’s been trying to bury her sordid past by being the perfect daughter ever since.
But the proof is smeared between my legs.
She was a virgin.
I took my wife’s virginity less than an hour after we tied the knot. Mia paperotta was pure when I made her orgasm in front of her father. She wasn’t acting when I tossed her on the bed and ignored her pleas.