Chapter 58
Lorenzo
“I’m sorry.” Isabella sobbed, face pressed against my chest. “I’m so sorry. Don’t hate me, please.”
She was covered in Santino’s blood, but I wrapped my arms around her tight, cradling her against me. The smell of pennies wafted up into my nose, and I breathed it in like it was the sweetest of bouquets. “I could never hate you,” I assured her, rocking her gently.
“I was never going to leave,” she said, and although I had known that, it was good to hear.
Still, I couldn’t let her off the hook that easily. “You betrayed me,” I said, “and even worse, you dragged my brother into it.”
Isabella sobbed all the harder, clutching at me. “I know,” she said. “I never wanted to hurt you, and I’ll accept whatever you do to me...but I couldn’t let you hurt her. She’s the only blood family I have left.”
There were so many reasons why that wasn’t a good enough excuse, but it was hard to hold on to my anger right now. “They won't come back?”
She shook her head. “Cristian understands what would happen if they did, even if Gemma doesn't.”
“And you have no idea where they went?”
“I sent them to Connecticut,” she said. “But that was only their first destination.”
Tracking them could take months, especially since Cristian had the same upbringing I did.
He knew how to disappear. I pressed my face into Isabella's hair.
Gemma was gone, Santino was dead, and I had Alfie to turn over to Miriam.
The world already thought that Artem Volkov was dead.
No one was going to come looking for him. I could handle all of that.
“I love you, dolcezza.”
Isabella whimpered against me. “I love you too.”
I tipped her face back to look into her warm, honey eyes. “Let’s go home,” I said and pushed a lock of hair, tacky with her father’s blood, behind her ear. “You need a shower.”
I let Isabella shower alone. “Turn it up as hot as you want, dolcezza,” I had told her. “I'll jump in after.”
When she came out of the bathroom almost forty minutes later, her skin was a soft pink from the heat and all the scrubbing. “I would wait a few minutes,” she said sheepishly. “It was starting to go cold as I was finishing up.”
Considering how large of a hot water tank we had, that was impressive.
“Dolcezza.” I motioned for her to come to me, and she did without question.
She had just put her hands on my shoulders when she went rigid.
She had seen the collection of toys that I brought out for us.
“Tell me you know that I love you,” I commanded gently.
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, she said, “I know that you love me.”
I tugged her close and kissed her, soft but deep and insistent. I licked my way into her mouth and danced our tongues together until she sighed against me. When I slid back, she chased after me, but I eluded her. “I need you to hold on to that,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because tonight I'm going to fuck you like I hate you.”
She sucked in a shocked breath. “Why?”
I smirked, adopting that cold, mean aura that I knew made her wet. “Playing with me like this is your punishment,” I told her. “It’ll serve as a reminder to never cross me again.”
Isabella shivered. “Okay.”
I stared at her, detaching myself from the emotions that welled up in my chest every time I so much as looked in her direction.
I let myself go into that headspace that allowed me to focus on her body, on what I could do to make her scream and cry and beg without mercy. “What do you say if you want to stop?”
“Red,” she replied.
“And what's your color now?”
She swallowed hard. “Green.”
I smiled wolfishly and stood up from the bed. Leading her around to the other side, I helped her to lay on her side, positioning pillows so that her belly was cradled. Then, I secured her arms over her head. I touched her belly. “Nothing feels wrong here?”
Isabella shook her head. “I’m fine.” I cocked my head, eyebrow raised. “Green,” she said after a moment. “I’m green.”
I hummed and then reached for the first of the toys at the bottom of the bed. “I’m not going to edge you today,” I told her, and I watched her body relax just the slightest bit. “Instead, I want you to come as many times as you need to.”
She giggled, high and just a little afraid. “That’s a punishment?”
I smirked. “I guess we’ll see.” I situated a wireless wand vibrator between her thighs, barely touching her clit, and switched it on to the lowest setting.
A moan wrenched itself out of Isabella’s throat.
Initially, she bucked into the vibration, whimpering as she chased the pleasure that it was giving her.
I sat back and watched, content to see her squirm.
I watched her first orgasm crest over her, and she whined through it.
But then I didn’t move the vibrator. It kept buzzing away between her legs, and her breathing picked up.
She looked over her shoulder at me, eyes wide. “Lorenzo.”
I hummed, sounding bored despite how hard I was in my jeans. She never looked more beautiful than when I had her stretched across our bed. “What, dolcezza? Is it too much?”
Her second orgasm crashed over her, and she cried out, louder now. Her hips tried to buck backwards now, away from the stimulation. I reached out and pressed her forward, holding her against the bulbous head of the vibrator more firmly. “It's too much,” she gasped out.
I hummed again. “I don't think so,” I told her.
“I think you can take some more.” I let her go, letting her move the tiniest bit away from the buzzing sensation for now.
Instead, I reached for the small plug that I had ordered with Isabella in mind.
There was a small, red jewel on the end of it that was going to look beautiful against her skin. I also grabbed the small tube of lube.
I dripped the lube between her ass cheeks, and Isabella jerked, looking back over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Do you trust me?”
She stared at me and then down at the plug in my hand. “Green,” she murmured, and then let out a sharp cry as the vibrator pushed her over the edge for a third time. Tears sparkled in her eyes, and I cooed.
“Beautiful, dolcezza.”
She tossed her head, struggling against her bonds. “No more,” she pleaded. “I can't.”
“You can,” I said and, after spreading lube on the plug, pressed it against the tight furl of her rim. “Yes?”
Her cheeks turned a bright, brilliant red. “Yes,” she whispered. “Green.”
I groaned with her as I pushed the plug into place, seating it in her ass.
She sucked in a deep breath as she adjusted to the stretch.
When she got her breath back, I reached over her to the wand vibrator.
She let out a breath of relief, thinking I was going to take it away, but instead, I turned up the intensity.
Isabella’s back bowed, and she screamed as she was wrenched into another orgasm. “Please!” she begged. “Please, make it stop.”
I laughed, feeling high from her pleasured misery. “You know how to make it stop, dolcezza,” I teased.
But she didn’t say it. Instead, she writhed in her bonds, tears running down her face, as she came again.
And then again. When she started to breathe too quickly, I tugged the wand away and turned it off, and then, opening my jeans just enough to get my cock out, I wrapped myself around her.
“Lorenzo,” she mumbled, shuddering against me.
I hushed her softly. “It’s over now, dolcezza,” I assured her.
I gripped my cock, groaning as I stroked myself.
She made a sound of protest, but there was no way I was going to fuck her now.
Not when she was this out of it. Instead, I lost myself to my own hand and the soft skin of her ass cheek.
I came with a grunt, and Isabella made another sad sound.
“I thought you said the punishment was over,” she slurred out.
I chuckled and reached up to untie her wrists. I brought them back down, rubbing at her arms to help her circulation. “You couldn’t have handled me right now,” I said. “Even if you think that you could.”
She hummed, sleepy. “Sounds like you love me or something.”
I buried my face against her, kissing her throat. “More than life, dolcezza. Don’t ever forget it.”
Isabella twisted enough so that she could look at me. “Never,” she parroted. Then, her nose wrinkled. “I need another shower.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Come with me this time?”
I kissed her, soft once more. “Of course.”