Chapter Twenty-Five
Anger. Lust. Admiration.
I've been drowning in these feelings for the last two days. Anger because I don't have the bastards blood on my hands, lust because my wife is now my biggest crave, admiration because she's the strongest person I know.
The hunger in me increases and the need to have their heads disconnected from their body is killing me. My hands tremble and I can't get Althea's words out of my head.
"My father did a bet with me as a prize."
"He lost the bet."
My palms turn white at the power I'm holding the corners of the desk with.
Kill him, my mind tells me.
Kill them all.
And I fucking will. They will beg me to kill them when they see what's coming for them. And I'll start with that motherfucker Enrique.
Ivan can wait a few days like a little good boy. But the men who have tortured my wife can't. They've been free for far too long.
Suddenly, a strong feeling takes the breath out of me. A feeling that hasn't let me sleep since that night.
Guilt.
All I needed to see was a flick of her eyes, a chance to know her. Before becoming my wife, Althea was my soon to be sister-in-law and I could've prevented it or even be there for her. She kept that pain inside her for so long. I have no idea how she didn't die.
Keres died thinking her sister hates her when in fact, Althea tried to protect her from a life full of guilt and tears. Even in pain, Althea thought of someone else's benefit.
My head hurts when I remember the night before we were married. When I accused her of being a bad sister, when the truth is so much different.
Althea Seraphina Moretti has a heart of gold that she likes to keep hidden. Her hard, serious face gets soft only around Vincent, but her loyalty stays with people who believe in her and show her that they are with her. She's honest, not afraid to say what she thinks, even if she might start a war between mafias.
But it's alright, I know how to fight.
"What are you thinking off?" I move my gaze to an almost naked Althea. Her body is wrapped into a black bathrobe and her hair is wet.
I lean back on my chair and admire her like the goddess she is. My cock slowly hardens and my body is relaxing under her eyes. I bite my lower lips when she walks with little steps toward me.
My body is screaming for her touch like a teenage boy, but she teased me enough. It's time I take what belongs to me. She can curse me in the time too.
Whatever makes my wife happy.
"Such a temptress." I say to her with a rough voice.
She smirks and comes in front of me.
"Don't change the subject." She whispers as she climbs on top of me, her bathrobe rising, letting me see her chocolate tights. My hands automatically lean to her ass cheeks, moving her until she touches my hard on.
"But you're like a wet dream." And I mean it. With her long, wet hair and drops of water on her chest, she looks like she came to torture me.
I bury my head into her chest and I lick the hot water springs, feeling her heart beat faster against her ribcage. I hear her moan slowly but my wife behaves like the thing she likes to be.
A tease.
She tangles her fingers into my hair and pulls my head back until I feel like her ripping my scalp off. Her green eyes are locked on mine and I hold back the need to bite her delicious lips.
"What are you planning, dear husband of mine?" She asks me with a sexy voice.
"To fuck you again." I murmur and move her hips against my cock, who is screaming to be released.
"Try again." She doesn't seem interested in my offer.
"I love it when you're angry at me." I squeeze her butt. Jesus, I really behave like an unfucked teenager.
The fire in her eyes makes me groan and rise my hips to meet her uncovered pussy.
"Keaton," She grits her teeth and I sigh.
Knowing how she'll react; I take my time to gather my thoughts. She'll be angry. She'll want my balls into Scarface's mouth and I know she'll enjoy it way too much. I have to choose my words carefully because I don't want her to jump to conclusions.
"I'll make Hanibal come in Chicago. In our house." I
watch her eyes widen and I feel her fingers pull my hair. Her body tenses and she looks at me with uncertain eyes.
"He doesn't leave Italy. It's his safe place." Althea says sure at herself.
"He will, for the right reason." I say carefully. I will make him exit that country even if I'll die in the moment.
Makhim waits this for decades.
"He won't," And she stops. Something clicks in her head and she looks frustrated at me. "Vincent." I nod and she pulls her fingers out of my hair just to smack the leather chair.
Right in the spot next to my head.
"I don't want him tangled in this fucked up situation, Keaton." She hisses at me and her knees tighten around my waist. That's one of her first conclusion.
"And he won't be. Vincent is the bait I need to make your father come on my territory." I explain calmly but she won't have it. Her face is just as frustrated and angry.
I look at her and I all want is to take the anger out of her. I want her to live the life she was supposed to live. Happy, with Vincent and her dogs, painting.
With me.
Because I'm a possessive asshole and now that she's truly mine, I can't let her go. Althea messed with my head so much that now I can't even sleep without her. I'm addicted to her little smiles, her dirty Italian curses, the way she treats Vincent like he's her son, not brother.
And fuck, that's scaring me.
I proposed to Keres because she was the girl who
saved me from dying, but her sister is the one who makes me lose control over my own mind.
"I didn't tell you about my past because I want you to fix it." She snaps at me and this time, I look at her with wide eyes. "I want them to suffer, of course I fucking want that, but don't try to be my knight in shining armor because I gave you my virginity." I feel my hands tense on her ass and in a quick move, I lift from the chair and slam her on the desk.
Althea is on her back on my large desk and her bathrobe is almost falling off her. I lean over her, catching her chin with my right hand while my left one goes inside her robe and tease her nipple.
"I'm not your knight in shining armor, little fox. I'm the beast who craved and tasted your pussy like it was holy wine. I licked your virgin blood off you because I'm hungry for everything that means you." I say angrily.
Angry because she thinks I pity her for what happened.
I untie her robe and let it fall sideways, letting my eyes devour her sinful body. I let go of her chin and move my hand to cup her full breast, squeezing until my hand is imprinted on her skin. Her brownish nipples are hard and her skin has goosebumps.
I lean forward to bit her other nipple, making sure I leave marks.
"I'm not killing these men because I pity you. I'll torture them because they touched what's mine." With my tongue out, I go lower until I reach her belly and taste her there too. Her stuffed moans make me dig my teeth harder into her soft skin.
"That's right, you vixen. You were mine even when we wanted to kill each other." I go lower and my mouth
meets her wet clit. I massage it with the tip of my tongue and Althea tenses. Her hands aren’t touching me the way she likes to do when I go down on her. I smirk at her stubbornness and without warning, I bite her clit.
Althea screams and arches her back, but doesn't make a move to stop me.
Tired of foreplay, I stand tall in front of her, seeing her cheeks flare and her chest moving fast. I unbuckle my belt and lower my pants along with my boxers until my cock springs free.
"I will torture them because they abused a twenty-one-year-old girl who had her whole life ahead. I will skin them alive because they took her happiness away, or... what was left of it." I whisper and I stroke my cock a few times.
I lean again over her until our noses are in inches away and I kiss her closed lips. She can act as tough as she wants, but I know that as soon as my cock is stretching her, she’ll be moaning my name like her life depends on it.
“And stop pretending like you didn’t beg to shove my cock into your tight little pussy.” I push my cock into her in one slide and the pleasure takes possession over my body. I tremble in satisfaction when I feel her walls squeezing me, almost snapping my dick in half.
Althea’s mouth is a round, perfect O and her throaty moans fill the room. Her pussy is so wet that I’m sliding out of her without trying. I pump inside her with hard thrusts, feeling her pussy contract each time. I let my own groan vibrate against her skin as the pleasure build in my lower back.
Damn, she’s so sexy and cunning. Her breasts move with each powerful pump and her legs wrap around me
like a monkey. Her moans turn soon into whimpers and them alone can make me come like never before.
It’s something in the way her pussy grips me like she never wants to let go. Her hot canal sucks me greedy into the soft walls until I reach the resistance that makes me see stars. I feel her wet, hot clit on my pelvis and I can feel it pulse with hardness. My thrusts become more harder, slower and her inside is on fire. It feels like I’m into the sweetest hell ever. If the possibility of remaining into her forever is put in my hands, I’ll never leave this tight place again.
I can see the pleasure on Althea’s face and the way her eyes roll each time I hit that spot inside her. She can lie, but I know that the first time I was inside her was uncomfortable. And like the first time, I’m holding so much in me because I don’t want to hurt her. My cock screams in pain each time I don’t let him devour her sweet pussy. Feeling thousands of tingles in my lower back and balls, I grab her left leg and throw it over my shoulder, feeling my cock going deeper.
“Dio Mio,” Althea throws her head back and moans like crazy. Her hands go quickly to her nipples and she stars tugging them until they’re red. The show she’s giving me makes me hit harder in her and the desk starts moving uncontrollably.
“Keep sucking me in like that and I’ll come sooner that I intend to.” I warn her but the vixen does the quite opposite. The wet sounds our bodies make are like angelic voices trying to say that we are now united for life. My hips hit a deep spot in her because I see her startled by the feeling.
Fuck I really don’t think I can last much longer.
Being a celibate for four years is no help. All I want is to spend hours buried into my pussy until we’re both
sore and our bodies reject each other.
I grab her hips, making her meet my thrusts and my world collides when she stands and grabs my face, kissing me with the same need as mine for her. We suck each other tongues and her body begin to tremble. I feel her walls squeezing me and I let my head fall down on her shoulder, my pumps becoming messier and messier.
A scream from outside the office makes us flinch and I groan when I identify the source.
“Thea? Where are you? I’m hungry and I can’t sleep!” Vincent’s angry voice makes me pump faster.
“Keaton,” Althea warns me but I interrupt her when I slide completely out of her and then shove myself back in. I thrust fast and hard because I know we both need to come.
“I need to make that kid adjust to Chicago’s timeline faster.” I murmur, feeling like I’ll explode if I talk louder.
“What are you going do? Watch all Marvel movies?” Althea whimpers at the speed of my thrusts.
Yes.
“Or make him do ten laps around the mansion.”
Althea’s desperate whimpers are bringing the climax closer and with a last hard thrust I whisper, “Come on, baby, let it go.”
Althea comes with a powerful tremble that rocks her body into exhaustion and I follow her seconds later.
With a light kiss on her lips, I groan internally.
I’m so fucked and I’m not even mad about it.
The night’s cool breeze takes away the smoke from
the cigarette. After the rendezvous with Althea earlier, I’m now back to my thoughts.
Althea is in the garden with Vincent and her dogs, trying to make Vincent to go to bed. I watch her like a hawk how she lifts Vincent in the air, pretending he’s Iron Man. Her smile is the thing that makes me pull my phone from my pocket and dial the number I’ve been craving to since she first told me about her father.
I wait for a couples of seconds, giving him the chance to come in Chicago before I drag him here. He won’t escape.
Not this time.
The dialing sound stops and a weird muffled noise comes from the other side of the call.
“You have some courage, kid.” His thick accent makes my blood boil.
“So I’ve been told.” I answer dry feeling my body tremble. Can’t wait to show you what kind of courage I have.
“Where’s my son?” He asks and I can feel his anger. Good, everything will be more fun if he’s angry.
I look over at Vincent and I let my eyes linger him. He finally looks like a kid and not like an adult. His smile and his Marvel pj’s are definitely make him look normal. The first time I met him I thought I was looking at an old man stuck in a child’s body. He talks like he’s been born to do that, he walks straight and runs even straighter. Althea took care of him and she still does that, but I can see Hanibal’s interventions.
“Playing with dolls.” I rather say.
“Don’t play with fire, boy. You don’t want to cross me.”
You already crossed me , I want to snap at him.
“I called you because I want all of Vincent’s stuff
delivered in the next few days at my address.” I inhale a big smoke. I hear Hanibal laughs and his anger is about to snap.
“Fuck you really want to die.” He’s still laughing.
“Not my intention, I need to raise Vincent.” And somehow that’s true. I won’t let go of that kid even when he needs to take his rightful place as Capo.
Hanibal laugh stops and I smirk. Here it comes.
“If you’re not giving my son back, I’ll use your head as a decoration for my office.” He grits and I laugh.
“If you want him, you have to come get him. And I assure you he won’t leave his sister’s side for a second.” I look at the pair that’s currently eating my days. Vincent is in Althea’s arms, falling asleep on her shoulder and she swings him slowly.
Like a mother.
“You better start begging because the second I put step in your country I’ll kill every single one of your people. Starting with that daughter of mine.” He snarls and ends the call.
I lean over the chair feeling my blood fill with adrenaline. The beast in me already starts laughing at the prospect of having him on his knees in front of me.
With the phone still in my hand, I send a quick text to the only person who wants him dead more than me. And while I love torturing, the Bratva leader loves to kill.
Come at me, Hanibal Luciano. I’ll be waiting.