17. Arianna
17
ARIANNA
I watched as Massimo did an elaborate twirl of a knife as we stood in a large room filled with weapons. I’d been in awe when we walked in. The fact he so willingly showed me it surprised me, all things considering.
I was still reeling from the time with him. Sure, he’d been cruel with the spanking and how he behaved in the living room, but he’d done a one eighty on me in the bedroom, showcasing an entirely different type of monster.
It confused me even more because I’d responded, taking all he gave me eagerly.
Shame washed over me as the memories of fucking him flooded me. Whenever I thought I was getting ahead with my feelings, I was bombarded with new ones and dragged back. It wasn’t fair. One girl against four guys. Well, three because Sever still didn’t want anything to do with me.
“Focus,” Massimo called out, jolting me back to the moment.
I nodded, trying to focus on what he was showing me.
“What are you thinking about?” He stopped in front of me, a curious expression on his face.
My mind darted to the night in the woods with the twins and how Renzo had pushed the handle of his knife into my backside.
“Tell me.” He ran the knife’s blade along my jaw gently.
“Uh, I-I was thinking about the woods. With the twins.”
“What about it?”
“Renzo pushed a knife handle into me,” I mumbled, looking away from him as my face heated with embarrassment.
“Where did he push it?” He turned my face back to his with the knife.
“My ass,” I said softly.
“Did he fuck you with it?”
I nodded muted.
“Did you like it?”
I hated to admit it, but I nodded again.
Massimo threw the knife suddenly. It embedded into the wall behind my head. My heart jumped in my chest at the move.
“Well, we’ll just have to one-up him, won’t we?”
He grabbed me roughly by the throat and put me on my back on a table in the room so fast it made my head spin.
I stared up at him, wondering what I’d done wrong. Instead of fury on his face, a tiny small graced his lips. I hadn’t even noticed he’d pulled a gun out of his waistband on me.
He ran it lightly down my thigh before bringing to to my face to show it to me.
“It’s loaded. Safety off,” he murmured. “If it goes off, it could kill you.”
I swallowed hard, scared about his plans of one-upping the twins.
“Open your mouth,” he instructed.
“What? No?—”
“Do you want to be punished, little daffodil?”
My ass was still tender from his punishment from earlier.
I parted my lips, my body shaking at what he was going to do.
He insert the barrel of the loaded gun into my mouth.
“Suck,” he whispered, his gray eyes dark like a stormy night.
Nervously, I sucked the barrel of the gun. My panic rose. The last thing I wanted to do was have a panic attack while he had a loaded gun in my mouth.
“Breathe,” he said gently. “Suck for me, Misery.”
I sucked as instructed, the tangy taste of metal in my mouth.
He pulled it free from my mouth much to my relief before he pressed it between my legs
“I’m going to fuck you right here with it,” he commented, pushing my legs apart.
“I’m scared?—”
“Good. Scream for me, little daffodil.” He shoved the barrel deep into my pussy, the cold metal making me jump and cry out.
He was relentless, not taking a moment of it slow as he pumped the barrel in and out of my wet confines. I squirmed, terrified of the gun going off.
“Don’t move. My finger might slip,” he said thickly.
I stopped squirming, my breathing ragged as I tried to control my fear.
With his other hand, he rubbed my clit. I moaned softly, torn on screaming or bellowing for help.
The pressure and pleasure grew until I was coming hard, my release rushing out of me like a geyser.
“Good girl. Such a dirty little thing,” Massimo cooed, pulling the gun free from my tender pussy.
I watched as he licked the barrel, collecting my juices, before he swallowed.
The move made heat sweep over my body. The man was so hot without even trying.
He tucked the gun back into his waistband and leaned over me, his lips meeting mine.
“You still want to learn how to kill a man?”
I nodded wordlessly.
He kissed me gently again before sitting me up. I hesitated when I stood.
“What’s wrong?” He turned back to me.
“I-I’m a mess.”
He smirked, knowing what I was talking about. His come was still dripping out of my pussy and the latest orgasm hadn’t helped.
“I’ll let you shower when we’re finished. Sound good?”
I nodded and let him lead me the arrays of weapons hanging on a wall. He went through every single one of them and answered all my questions. I learned more in the next two hours than I’d have learned in a class dedicated to it.
“Which weapon would you want to kill someone with?” he asked as he watched me run my finger along a display case housing all sorts of shiny knives.
I kept coming back to the black one with the blue jewels in the handle. The way it glinted made me smile.
“Knife,” I answered softly.
“You’d have to be strong to kill with a knife. You’d need to be able to get close and not be disarmed,” he said, eyeing me as I continued to stare at the knife.
“Will you teach me?”
“Are you planning on killing me and my brothers?” He raised his dark brows at me.
“Maybe.”
He let out a genuine laugh at my answer, seemingly not afraid at all.
“Well, I welcome the encounter.”
And that was it. He showed me for hours how to use a knife. I couldn’t twirl them like he could, and he admitted he wasn’t as good as the twins, but I was able to replicate the moves for attacking. He taught me to be quiet. How to pick a lock. He even took time to show me how to properly use a gun. I liked the way his gray eyes lit up as he watched me. It made my heart skip and soar all at the same time. Hours later, he took me by the hands and led me back to his room. We passed Sever’s room, and I caught a glimpse of him bent over his desk, a pencil in his hand as he drew.
He was an amazing artist in high school. It looked like he hadn’t stopped. That made me smile a little, despite our current relationship.
Massimo closed his bedroom door behind us and brought me to the attached bathroom where he started his shower.
The steam filled the room quickly. He came back to me and wordlessly pulled my t-shirt over my head.
“Undress me,” he instructed.
I did as he asked, removing his clothes slowly, taking in the expanse of taunt muscles and colorful tattoos. He shuddered as I traced my fingers along a pretty tattoo of a black rose.
“You’re like a piece of art,” I murmured, drinking him in.
“Sever does my tattoos,” he answered back just as soft. “Maybe you should tell him what a good job he’s done.”
I swallowed at Sever’s name. “Does he do the twin’s tattoos as well?”
“He does,” he said, watching as I lightly traced a tattoo of a skull. He was quiet while I explored his body.
“Do you like touching me, little daffodil?” His voice was thick and husky.
I licked my lips, knowing the answer immediately and wondering what the hell was happening to me.
“I do,” I answered.
He tilted my chin so I was staring into his gray eyes. Massimo Saconne was devastatingly handsome. He knew it too. There wasn’t a bone in my body which could convince me otherwise. He could have anything in the world simply by snapping his fingers.
He leaned in and brushed his lips along my jaw.
“I like touching you too.” He pulled away from me and took my hand before leading me to the shower.
Once inside, he washed me like I was the most fragile thing in the world. Every now and then he’d plant a tender kiss on me.
We stood facing one another. He reached out and lightly traced over his initials he’d cut over my heart. It was still tender and was definitely going to be a deep scar.
“I like this,” he said. “My name carved deep into your flesh.”
“It hurt,” I admitted.
“I know.” He cradled my face. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I like it.”
He truly was a monster. But there was also something about him that was so damn appealing. It was just like the twins.
We were quiet again as he gently explored my body beneath the warm spray.
“What did you want to be when you grew up?” I asked.
“A cop,” he commented, meeting my stare as he thumbed one of my nipples. “I wanted to put my father away and never look back. I became a killer instead. Weird how that works. What did you want to be?”
His words hurt. They reminded me of Sever because countless times he’d spoken about what a nightmare his father was and how he wanted him dead and how he’d done nothing but ruin his life. I guess that was across the board with all his siblings.
“Free.” I looked up at him.
“Guess none of us got what we wanted, huh?”
“Guess not.” I looked down again, feeling sad. This might not have been such a terrible experience if the threat of death didn’t loom over me each day. If the violence didn’t.
He turned the water off and led me out of the shower without another word. I let him dry me and dress me in one of his white t-shirts this time. He led me to his bed and crawled in beside me after brushing my hair and leaving it to hang loosely around me.
“I like it like this,” he commented as he pulled me against his chest.
We were quiet for a moment.
“Massimo?”
“Yes, little daffodil?”
“I really won’t get to leave here, will I?”
He was silent for so long I thought he’d not answer me. When he did, his voice was low.
“No.”
I let out a soft sigh.
He reached out and lifted my chin and place a gentle kiss on my lips.
“It wouldn’t be safe for you outside our home now. Not with our father alive and knowing you’re currency. If we aren’t collecting, he will be. In the end, he expects us to have our fun and kill you.”
“Are you going to?” The words were acid on my tongue, hurting as I said them.
“Go to sleep, Misery. Tomorrow is a new day.”
I sighed, hating he wasn’t going to answer me. It made everything that much more confusing.
He spoke again.
“Do you want to stay here? With us? I was under the impression you wanted to go home.”
“I do want to go home,” I answered. “My whole life is there. It feels like everything I’ve fought for has been in vain.”
“It hasn’t,” he said firmly. “I promise you that.”
“I don’t want to die, Massimo.”
“I know,” he said simply. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure you live.”
My heart jumped at his words.
“And I’ll get to go home?”
“Home is where your heart is. If I have to, I’ll cut yours out of your chest just to keep you here.” He kissed the top of my head fiercely, making my heart sink.
I had my answer.
This was it.
I made a silent vow in that moment.
He wanted freedom just as much as I did. Once I got the chance, I was going to kill both our fathers.
Then we’d finally get to live.
At least that’s what I told myself.