Chapter 46 Stan
FORTY-SIX
STAN
“You’re endlessly surprising, duci,” I growled upon crossing the threshold of the bedroom in the suite.
A smile played on her lips. “I hate surprises.”
Carefully depositing the case on the console dresser by the door, I grabbed her hand, dragged her into me, then cupped her chin so she had nowhere else to look but at me.
“Why the change of heart?”
She knew precisely what I was talking about.
“Because some people deserve to die.” The words were uttered flatly. “And some people don’t deserve access to basic healthcare.”
“Hardcore.”
She hitched a shoulder. “Undoubtedly to our enemies, you’re no better, but you’re mine.”
Our enemies?
And a claiming?
Never more enamored with my liunissa, I released my hold on her only to hook an arm around her waist. “You’re full of compliments.”
“That’s me. Full of surprises and compliments. Better than being full of shit.” Her grin hovered between malicious and self-deprecating as she pressed her hands to my chest. “Are they really the bracelets you were looking for?”
Leaning back, I snagged the case then handed it to her.
Her beatific smile warmed my heart as she accepted them into her possession and opened the box. “You recognize them?”
“I do. I’d be surprised if Sofia would lie about something like this anyway. There was no need to even give them to me…” Shaking my head, I smoothed a finger over the cadre of diamonds that surrounded the large cabochon rubies. A design that made them obscenely gaudy.
“She gave you these for free,” she whispered dazedly.
“Nothing’s truly free in this world, duci. I think you’ve learned that by now.”
“You’ve done a lot for me for free.”
I’d done plenty more than she even knew about.
“You’re mine. Of course I have. That’s different.”
“I like hearing you say that.”
“I like hearing you say it too.”
Trickling my fingers down her shoulders, I captured her hand before slipping first one cuff then the other over her knuckles and palms until both sat on a future Valentini’s wrists.
The bracelets, as well as the rest of the string of rubies, weren’t to any modern taste, but that didn’t take away the significance of them. In that moment, Kitty, already the sexiest woman I’d ever seen in my whole life, was infinitely more beautiful.
She wore the security of our reign.
Those rubies signified our longevity.
Now, we just needed one more piece.
“They’re heavy. I don’t know why I didn’t think they would be.” She maneuvered her wrist this way and that. “I don’t think I’ve…” She shook her head. “These must be worth more than my entire street.”
“Something like that.”
“Just the necklace until the curse is over. What will you do with them?”
“Bury them in a safety deposit box so that no one can ever steal them.
“Once we have the full set, we’ll get them out once a year, to remind people that we’re richer than Croesus and… well, superstition.” My smile turned sheepish. “The Valentini queen has to wear the collection for it to hold true.”
“That’s your brother’s wife.”
Nodding, I leaned into her so our noses were brushing. “Do you mind being only a Valentini princess?”
Her laughter lit up my soul. “Does the job come with perks?”
“Orgasms, designer shoes, and a man who’ll kill for you.”
She grew still, but before I could smack myself upside the head for the reminder of what I was, she surprised me again.
“I enjoyed that.”
I read between her lines. “The meal?”
“Yes. I didn’t think I would but… You shaped the future.”
The glint in her eyes should have warned me. Except it didn’t. One second she stood in front of me, and the next she was slithering to the floor.
When she stared at me, her blown-out pupils betrayed her arousal. She spread her legs for better stability, but her tight pencil skirt didn’t have much give.
Reaching into my pocket, attention fixed on her, I pondered the smorgasbord of delights in front of me. Then, coming to a decision, I swept down, grabbed her so fast that she yelped in my ear, and I plunked her on the bed.
There was something about seeing her on the floor… It didn’t do it for me. I wanted her to be comfortable. I craved her pleasure, not her aches and pains.
Once she settled on the mattress, her round eyes found mine again as I enacted my second decision—I handed her my knife. “Cut your skirt, liunissa. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
Tone coy, she teased, “I might be wearing panties.”
“Cut them off too.”
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth but accepted the knife. Her fingers stroked over the shaft like I wanted them to be stroking my cock.
“What will I wear tomorrow?”
“I packed extra clothes. Luigi will bring them in later.”
“How did you know—”
“I’m always prepared.”
“That’s fascinating. You were a Boy Scout?”
“I was.” My head tilted to the side. “My knife skills are well earned.”
Both of us hissed as, gazes locked on one another, she set the tip of the blade to the taut central line of her bodice. It slipped through the fabric like butter, slicing the thick material to unveil her new ink to my fascinated stare.
With her tits free, her brand on display, a brand I couldn’t wait to trace with my tongue once it healed, she moved the blade to the skirt of her dress and copied the motion.
Once it gaped, her throat bobbed as she spread her legs wider still. Somehow, the image was a thousand times more powerful thanks to the wrist cuffs she wore.
Another brand.
One only women in our line could and would ever wear from this moment on.
And she was precisely that.
My crest proved it.
Even if we didn’t share last names.
Yet.
Beneath the skirt, in the shadows between her inner thighs, she delighted me by plucking the crotch of her panties away from her slit. I saw it was darker than the rest of the silken fabric—wet for me. I moaned in delight, hungry for the taste of her, desperate for the sight…
My new favorite knife did the work for me. One second, silks and laces covered her from my starved eyes. The next, she revealed her pussy to me. But that wasn’t the best part—she turned the hilt toward her slit and slipped the leather shaft over her clit.
Nostrils flaring, I watched as she rubbed herself with my knife, hips pumping as she caressed the sensitive bud.
“Does it fill you?” I rumbled, wondering if she’d even try.
She settled so that, somehow, her knees rolled inward while her thighs angled outward. That had to be Pilates because one second she knelt, and the next her ass was close to the mattress.
I groaned when she slid the knife farther down and thrust the thick hilt into her cunt until she hit the quillon—the wider crossguard.
“How does it feel?”
“Not as thick as you.” She whimpered. “Cold.”
I took control of the knife, pulling it free from her clinging folds and, before she could mewl a complaint, stabbing it into the mattress. Her eyes widened, but I noticed the stutter in her breathing, the way her pupils swelled, how her tits flushed.
“Fuck my knife, àncilu mia.”
A keening cry escaped her as she arched higher on her knees then slipped the hilt into her cunt. When she rocked her hips like she was fucking my cock, I knew I could come from watching her do this. Only the promise of getting inside her helped me control myself.
Swallowing, she arched her head backward and I lost eye contact for a few seconds as she carried on pumping it into her.
I’d seen some shit in my life, had watched some sexy as fuck scenes play out, but I knew, point blank, nothing could compare to this. Nothing would ever beat it.
“One moment, liunissa. Stay still.”
Her dazed eyes found mine, but that moue of disapproval had me unfastening my fly and pulling out my cock.
“Keep that mouth and pussy busy, Kitty,” I ordered, grinding my teeth when she dove on my dick like a starved woman.
“That’s it. Fuck, duci. What you do to me.”
I cursed as she licked me up and down like a popsicle, getting me wet. Mouth pursing as she drizzled a long drop of saliva over the tip.
Her tongue circled the mushroom head, dipping in and out of the small slit that was already releasing pre-cum for her.
My hands cupped her cheeks before I smoothed my fingers along her jawline, bridging them at her nape.
Her hips bucked with every inch I conquered until she rocked in time to my thrusts.
Every single one let me sink in deeper.
She took more of me each time, making me moan in agony because this was truly painful. This much pleasure hurt.
Kitty swallowed around me, taunted me with her tongue, shaped the underside, stroking my veins, making me hyperaware of every inch she feasted on.
When she mewled, it only amped up the sensation, and it was the trigger I needed to grate out, “Are you touching that little clit, Kitty? You’d better be. I want you to get off on my dagger. I want you to fuck yourself on it. I want to smell you over the leather.
“That’s going to be my favorite knife now. I’ll always carry it on me and I’ll remember this moment.
“The moment my woman embraced the power of her position.”
She released a keening wail, one that shifted into a whimper that had my hips bucking, leaving me feeling strung out on the pleasure she gave me so freely.
My hands in her hair and at her nape encouraged her to take me deeper while offering support.
Then, she rocked my goddamn world—her hands tugged my pants farther down, one rose to grab a hold of my balls, and the other drifted close to my leg, dragging the ornate but chilled Anjou rubies along my thigh.
The dual touch, the gems rubbing over me, and the tangled silk knot in my fists combined as she yanked down on my balls, forcing a yowl out of me that’d have done a goddamn tom cat proud as I blew my load.
So much that she choked on it, that it spilled from her lips, oozing over her chin as my cum fell onto her lap, sliding along her inner thighs and onto the mattress.
When she scooped up my seed and rubbed it into her clit, I felt like my skin was too tight for my body.
She drove me crazy.
She made me mindless.
She turned me from a man into a beast.
And I loved her for it.
The freedom that came with her touch, the liberty in a submission that tasted of her, all found within her.
My woman.
Mine.
Her lips remained tight around my cock, cosseting it as she fucked my knife, finally finding her own release.
I felt that too.
Her scream made her throat pulse around my shaft, the ultimate chef’s kiss to a night I’d never forget.
And not because we’d shaped the future…
But because, once again, I was reminded that she’d always be a part of mine.