Chapter Twenty
It was so good to see Flavia again. She looked pale, and her cheeks were tearstained, but her face was alight with relief and love while she stroked Luciano’s hair. He was still fast asleep, but when he woke, he’d be ecstatic to see his mom.
“How are you?” Flavia whispered as she scanned my face.
“Fine, now that Luciano is safe.”
She smiled briefly before her expression became serious again. “I’m talking about you and Nestore. He kidnapped you, and you’re his wife, right?” She glanced at the ring on my finger.
“Yes, we married. I wish you could have been there.”
“For the happiest day of your life?” Flavia said bitterly.
I shrugged. “I never stopped thinking about Nestore. I don’t think I could have ever moved on.”
“One day you would have, but he kidnapped you and forced you to marry him.”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about me. You and Luciano have to rebuild your life here.”
Flavia’s lips thinned. “I don’t like it, but at the same time, I’m glad for the extra protection. I won’t survive if something happens to Luciano.”
I put my hand on hers. “Nothing will happen to him. Nestore will protect him.”
Flavia tilted her head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you love him.”
My chest tightened. “I think I do. Not his monstrous side, but the rest.” Something deep inside me protested, a dark whisper that scared me. “Both. I love both sides.”
“Is there a rest?”
I swallowed hard. “He saved Luciano, and he can be kind to me.”
Flavia shook her head, then worry overcame her face. “Is he like your father?”
I bristled at the comparison, even if I understood her reasoning. She hadn’t been with Nestore in the basement. She hadn’t witnessed his suffering and his rebirth. “He’s not, not to me.”
Nestore fought an internal battle when it came to me. Maybe part of him wished he could treat me like everyone else, but that part would never win, and he knew it.
Luciano let out whimpers and began to thrash.
“Sweetheart, Mommy is here,” Flavia crooned as she wrapped him into a tight embrace and kissed his swollen cheek. “You’re safe.”
His eyes flew open, and he rolled over and curled up against her. His whimpers turned to heart-wrenching wails as he clung to his mother.
I sat up, feeling torn between the happiness of seeing them reunited and utter sadness over his terror.
Flavia reached for me. “Don’t leave.”
I glanced at the door, then I lay back down even though I worried that Nestore would be waiting for me to join him. He would survive one night without me.
“I’ll stay.”
Flavia and Luciano were still fast asleep when I snuck out of the room around eight in the morning.
When I entered the primary bedroom, the bed was untouched.
I moved into the bathroom, but didn’t find Nestore there either.
I stepped into the shower to wake myself fully before I went in search of him.
The warm water felt good on my body as I soaped myself up.
A cry ripped from my throat when I noticed a dark figure from the corner of my eye before I realized it was Nestore. He was barefoot, only dressed in low pajama pants and his fur coat. Had he been outside?
I turned the water off and opened the glass door. “You scared me.”
Nestore’s hungry gaze raked over my naked body, making my nipples pebble and my core tighten with need. After the adrenaline and anxiety rush of yesterday, I needed an outlet for all the pent-up emotions.
Nestore’s expression promised he knew how.
He stalked toward me when I wanted to grab the towel and took it away. He raked his fingers into my hair, then tipped my head back and kissed me deeply. “I’ll lick every drop of water off your body.”
I shivered at the raw need in his voice.
His lips descended on my throat, and his tongue darted out, lapping at the droplets gathering there.
His tongue followed more droplets down to my breasts, licking up the water before he chased more drops down to my navel.
I giggled when he dipped his tongue in. His fingers clasped my hips and turned me around so I had no choice but to press my palms against the glass to catch my balance.
His tongue caressed my tailbone, then higher, making me shiver with need.
The wetness gathering between my legs had nothing to do with my shower.
His tongue followed a rivulet from my wet hair down to my tailbone, then along the crease between my ass cheeks. I gasped and arched my back.
He turned me back around so I faced him and licked a hot trail along my pussy. I trembled as my clit throbbed with need. “That’s not water I taste,” he rasped before he took another lick.
I sank my teeth into my lower lip and leaned back against the shower, parting my legs for better access.
Nestore surprised me by pushing to his feet and cupping my cheeks.
His lips crashed down on mine for a deep kiss that left me breathless.
His palm cupped my pussy, and he dipped one finger into me, making me moan. “Wet for me.”
I nodded. How could I deny that my body craved his sinful touch?
His eyes seemed to darken. “I want to submit to you, to show you who holds the power, but on days like yesterday, I realize you’re the powerful one. And it makes me so very angry.”
I frowned, not sure where he was going with this. All I knew was that I needed his touch.
“Kneel on the bed. I want to prove to myself that you’re worth it.”
“Are you in doubt?”
He smiled darkly. “Kneel.”
“I should dry myself.”
“You’ll wet the bed with your release. Don’t bother.”
I blinked, my core tightening at the prospect of pleasure. I backed away as Nestore stalked me like a predator. With a thick swallow, I turned around and climbed onto the bed on all fours.
“Get down on your elbows and part your legs.”
I did as he ordered, even as my pulse picked up at the exposed position. Steps came closer, and I caught sight of his pant legs.
Nestore’s lips brushed my ass, then he parted my cheeks and pushed his tongue into my back opening.
I exhaled as his tongue pushed in deeper while his fingers massaged my cheeks, nails scratching over the skin.
He slid his tongue out, and I mourned a touch I never knew I’d like.
His tongue swirled over my asshole, circling the tight muscle over and over.
Only Nestore’s raspy breathing and my soft pants filled the darkness around us.
I sank my fingers into the mattress, marveling how I could feel every stroke of his tongue on my ass in my pounding clit.
Wetness trickled out of me and soaked the linens under me. Nestore began to suck on my back entrance, making me mewl, and my eyes rolled back. A finger parted my pussy lips, testing how wet I was. I prayed for his touch on my aching clit, but he pulled back, resuming his ministrations to my butt.
“Nestore,” I pleaded.
“Be silent, Amelia. This is your punishment. I don’t want to hear another word from you, or I’ll leave you chained to the bed so you can’t find relief by your own hands. You will follow my command.”
Punishment for what? Not that I cared if this was Nestore’s understanding of punishing me.
His tongue returned to its teasing of my tight hole.
I dug my fingers into the bedsheets. “Soon,” Nestore rasped, “I’ll claim another first.” Before I could ask him what he meant, he pushed his tongue into my back entrance.
“Oh,” I breathed out, my fingers sinking deeper into the sheets until my knuckles ached from the pressure. Nestore began to fuck me with his tongue while his fingers opened me wide for better access.
This felt so depraved and almost wrong, but no part of me wanted him to stop.
“I need—” I gasped, my eyes flying open when Nestore moved his tongue inside me.
“I decide what you need and when you’ll get it.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. My clit screamed for touch. I shifted my weight and reached down between my legs, but one of Nestore’s hands snatched my wrist.
“No,” he growled. With a whimper, I returned my hand to the bed. Nestore resumed his teasing of my back entrance, and I tried to be patient, hoping I’d be rewarded if I behaved. “Turn around and lie down on your back.”
I rolled over, hoping this meant he’d finally fuck me. I was soaked and wanted nothing more than to feel Nestore’s cock in my pussy. But he didn’t get out of his pants despite the huge bulge tenting them.
Instead, he gripped my ankles and pushed my legs all the way back until my feet rested beside my ears. “I love how flexible you are,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with hunger as he regarded my exposed state.
Years of private ballet lessons to improve my posture were the reason for my flexibility despite not having trained in years. Nestore locked gazes with me, gripped my ass, and bent low. He extended his tongue and slowly pushed it into my back entrance.
“Nestore,” I moaned. The sight of Nestore’s tongue entering me almost tipped me over the edge. He kept his eyes on me as he slid back and forth, and then finally, he slid his pointer and middle finger over my pussy lips and pushed them into my opening very slowly.
I arched off the bed at the friction in both my channels. He found a rhythm with his fingers and tongue that had me mewling and panting. I rocked my hips, needing more yet aware that begging wouldn’t get me what I needed.
Without warning, he pulled away and straightened. I remained as I was, completely overwhelmed and desperate for release.
He shoved down his pants and kicked them away. His cock was rock hard and covered in precum. “Fuck, I’m desperate to sink my cock into your ass, but I have other plans for this last first of yours.”
He positioned the head of his cock at my pussy and slammed in with one hard stroke.
I cried out at the feeling of utter fullness.
He was so much deeper than before. My walls tried to handle the sudden intrusion, but Nestore didn’t give them time to adjust. He dropped to his palms beside my head and feet and began to pound into me.