Chapter Twenty #2
My eyes rolled back after a few deep thrusts, and pleasure coursed through me with blinding intensity.
My channel spasmed under wave after wave of pleasure.
I screamed out my release, unable to keep the sounds in.
Nestore’s face twisted with concentration as he drilled into me over and over again until I felt a new orgasm building.
I wasn’t sure if I could take much more. “Too much,” I gasped.
“You take what I give you,” he growled and slammed even harder into me as one of his hands cupped my breast and twisted my nipple.
Stars erupted in my vision, and I clenched around his cock, causing him to growl low in his throat.
He shuddered, and I felt his release spill into me as the waves of my second orgasm crashed over me.
He pumped into me in jerky moves, his eyes closed and face twisted in utter pleasure.
He was gorgeous.
Nestore lowered his head for a kiss, and when his eyes opened, my throat tightened at the look of adoration in them.
It lasted only a heartbeat before he shut it off.
He kissed me again, then straightened. He held my thighs as his cock twitched inside me and slowly softened.
With a deep groan, he pulled out and stroked my pussy. “Red and dripping. My favorite sight.”
I shuddered, then winced when I tried to lower my legs. They ached from their awkward position, and my pussy felt slightly sore, but I felt utterly sated when I stretched out on the bed.
Nestore moved into the bathroom and returned with a towel. I held out my hand, but he shook his head. “This isn’t to clean yourself. I want my cum to stay inside you. Lift your butt.” I did as he asked, and he put the towel under my ass.
Nestore lay down beside me and pulled me against his body, then kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms tightly around me. “Every time I lay claim to your body, I feel like I could make up for the time we lost because of your running.”
Amelia pressed up against me, her breathing ragged.
Exhaustion filled her gorgeous face. The night had been way too short, and yesterday had been hard for her.
She needed to rest. “Sleep,” I said as I pulled the covers up over her body even though I hated to deprive myself of the view.
Knowing my cum was in her pussy made it a little easier.
“It’s nine o’clock. We need to get up.”
“Who says that?”
She blinked, then gave me a small smile. “I suppose no one.”
I nodded and stroked over her soft hair. “I make the rules, and I tell you to sleep.”
“Only if you try to rest as well,” she said. She placed her palm over my heart, which beat calmly. Despite the events of the previous hours, I felt relaxed and at ease, something I could only attribute to Amelia’s presence.
“I’ll try,” I said. “You could help me.”
Amelia’s eyes crinkled with confusion. I reached for the drawer in my nightstand and pulled out the blood-covered copy of The Tale of Peter Rabbit that I’d saved from my cell after my escape.
I hadn’t touched it in a long time. Without Amelia to read it to me, it had harbored too much pain to see it.
Her expression lit up. “You still have it?”
“Of course. You reading the book to me is one of my favorite memories from the basement.”
Amelia sank her teeth into her lower lip. “There weren’t that many good memories to pick from.”
I shook my head. “I cherish so many moments with you down there, even if they were painful. Without my captivity, I would have never gotten you.”
Amelia sat up and took the book from me.
I put my head down on her chest and listened to her heartbeat.
She pushed her fingers into my hair and ran her fingernails over my scalp in a way that made me want to hum.
When she began to read, I closed my eyes.
Her words spoke to a calm place deep inside me, a place I could rarely access.
Soon, my limbs felt heavy with sleep. Amelia’s words drifted away, and darkness claimed me.
Pain erupted through my body, and merciless blue eyes brimmed with laughter as Lamorgese pressed the branding iron against my chest. A scream ripped from my throat. I thrashed, but the bindings kept me down.
“Nestore, wake up.”
The voice that had kept me alive filtered into my mind, and I followed it out of the darkness and away from the pain.
My eyes shot open to peer up into beautiful, kind blue eyes.
Amelia’s lips were parted as she breathed raggedly, her expression stricken.
“You had a nightmare.” She stroked my hair as if I were a little boy, and I allowed myself to lean into the touch.
Amelia made even the dark moments appear a little lighter.
“I couldn’t wake you.”
“But you did. You led me back into the light.”
Her eyes softened, but the concern remained on her face.
Concern for me, despite what I’d done. I’d kidnapped her and forced her to marry me, and now I forced her to stay in the very house she abhorred.
I sat up and cupped her face, then brought my lips down on hers.
I needed to feel her warmth, to taste her sweetness.
I needed to remind myself of the good. We kissed for a while until the shrill sound of my phone ripped through the peaceful quiet.
I pulled away and slanted a look at the screen to see whom I’d have to punish.
Remo
He was one of the people I couldn’t punish. Dammit.
Amelia leaned back against the headboard with a look of trepidation. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and lifted it to my ear. “Remo, to what do I owe this call?” I had an inkling of why Remo was calling me today. The news of my spectacular exchange must have reached Las Vegas by now.
“I’m currently watching helicopter footage of police shooting chimps after they ripped apart as of yet unknown victims in the Port of Los Angeles.
” He paused for effect, and I waited patiently for him to continue.
“I remember these crazy apes distinctly from my conquest of the manor. Nino recommended we shoot them as they were obviously out of control. I thought this should be your decision, considering the manor was yours. I reckon you didn’t kill them. ”
“Indeed,” I said. I motioned for Amelia to go ahead to the bathroom. I had a feeling Remo was calling with a purpose in mind. Often, when I acted too volatile, he liked to remind me of my standing in the Camorra. His word was law, even in California.
“Apparently, a few rats kidnapped Achille Lamorgese’s son, and you staged a risky exchange?”
I wondered who had leaked the information.
Several of my men had known about the kidnapping and my plan.
I doubted Niccolo had gone behind my back.
He preferred to be honest with Remo, as did I, but he would have told me if he thought we should call our Capo.
“It wasn’t very risky. Chaos was on my side. ”
“It always is, and so is madness.” Remo was one to speak. My chaos and madness were why we got along so well, or as well as one could get along with my bloodthirsty Capo. “I assume the boy is safe and our enemies died brutally.”
“The chimps were very vengeful.”
“Given their abrupt end, you probably failed to obtain any information regarding possible supporters.” The strain in Remo’s voice revealed his anger, but I could handle it. It was my friend, not a foe.
“These men are the last of a dying species. We’ll burn them out of their dank holes even without the unreliable words out of Corvin’s mouth.”
“Considering your adept torturing skills, he would have revealed the truth eventually.”
I didn’t deny it.
“I enjoyed seeing their torn apart bodies. I’ll give you slack for that. And I’m glad those apes are finally out of the picture. I always worried they’d eat you one day. That would have been a shame.”
That probably meant he didn’t want to kill me for my actions.
“As you might have guessed, this circus spectacle isn’t the only reason I’m calling. I told Nino to schedule your next cage fight in Las Vegas for tomorrow evening, so you should probably grab a flight tonight so you have some time to acclimatize.”
“I expected an invitation from you, and I’ll be there tonight.”
“I assume Amelia will join us?”
Protectiveness reared its furious head. “She’ll be with me where she belongs.”
“Good, good. I booked a hotel suite for you in the Palazzo. Nino and I will join you for dinner at their steakhouse restaurant tonight.”
“I haven’t had a good steak in a while.”
“You’ll get one. I hope Amelia likes hers bloody?”
Remo was trying to get a rise out of me, but with him, I rarely felt the urge to snap. Maybe his volatile nature spoke to mine on a deeper level. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate her food either way.”
“Then I’ll see you tonight at eight.”
He hung up. I got out of bed and followed the sound of the shower into the bathroom.
Amelia stood under the running water stream, looking absolutely breathtaking.
I tracked the rivulets cascading over her ample tits and the dip of her waist down to the beautiful triangle.
The moment she spotted me, she turned off the water and poked her head out.
Her hair was plastered to her head, and a few droplets caught on her lush lips and lashes.
“What did he want?” The anxiety in her voice told me she had the necessary respect for Remo.
“He wants us to come to Las Vegas tonight so we can have dinner together and I can prepare for my cage fight tomorrow.”
Amelia’s face fell, her mouth falling open. She grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her body, and tiptoed toward me. Small puddles marked the spots where her wet feet had touched the marble, and her wet hair soaked the fabric of the towel, but she didn’t seem to care.
“A cage fight?”
“Most men of power in the Camorra have to do them, and it’s my turn.”
She threw up her arms. “He’s punishing you for saving Luciano!”
“If he intended to punish me, he’d do so. A fight is hardly a punishment for me, only for my opponent.”
She touched my chest. “Is it…is it a death fight?”
“They always are,” I said. I grabbed a smaller towel and carefully wrapped it around her hair.
“How can you not be scared?”
“Because I know I’ll win, especially since you’ll be watching, and I want to return to you.”
She closed her eyes and put her forehead against my chest. “I don’t like this. I don’t want to watch you get hurt. I saw too much of it already.”
“This is different,” I murmured. “We need to get dressed and pack. In order to make it to dinner with Remo and Nino, we have to grab a flight in two hours.”
“What about Luciano and Flavia? We can’t leave them alone.”
“They’ll be fine. Niccolo and our staff will take care of them and help them settle into their new home. We’ll be back in two days. They’ll survive.”
I worried about how Amelia would handle seeing me in a death fight. She had always suffered so much when I’d returned after torture, but she had to watch. Remo wanted it, and I couldn’t deny Remo.