CHAPTER 33
Lana comes into the dining room alone, her steps clumsy. I frown as she slides onto the table, knocking my plate aside. It’s almost empty, so I don’t bother arguing.
She giggles.
I don’t lift my eyes from the newspaper, not even when she starts to undress. My breath catches as she opens her legs and places her hands on the table, leaning towards me so that her hair spills across the pages.
She’s been doing this for a week now, but there’s something even stranger today. She’s flushed and unsteady, and I’ve already asked Javier to watch over her more closely because of it. If Angelo isn’t getting near her, then I don’t know what the hell is going on. Javier wouldn’t betray me.
“Now you want me to touch you?” I ask.
“No.” She slurs the word, as if exhausted. “I can do that on my own.”
“Then leave me alone, or you’ll make me angry.”
“Maybe I want that so you’ll end this nonsense!”
I narrow my eyes at her and toss the newspaper aside.
Leaning back in my chair, I cross my arms, trailing her body with my gaze.
This is the first time she wears something so revealing—only a ribbon covers her nipples and cunt, held in place by the usual lace of a bra and knickers.
I’m thankful she at least used a dress over it while coming down.
She wanted me to see it. That means I was always right, despite her denials.
She only wants me.
I lick my lips with an arrogant smile. She shifts, rubbing herself subtly against the table in search of friction. Her skin is already flushed with heat, her chest heaving fast—and fuck, I want to touch her so bad. She only needs to ask, and I’ll be on my knees.
“I didn’t peg you for someone who reads the news.”
I smile.
“I like to do the crossword puzzles. You could try it now and then.”
“In your dreams. They’re boring. Why do you like them?”
I huff.
“I had a Nonna I loved very much. I used to do crossword puzzles with her.”
She tenses, and her eyes fly wide.
“Then you grew up and killed her?”
What the fuck?
My chest tightens. Where on earth did she get that from?
“What do you want, Lana? I can send food to your room.”
“I’m just testing your limits. I told you.”
This is it.
“It wasn’t enough stabbing me? Kissing another?
What’s next—will you sleep with someone in front of me just to prove you don’t want me?
Go on! You can use your body however you like, but your heart is still mine, no matter how hard you try to deny it.
” I pause. “Or is it that you want me to pretend I’ve reached my limit so I can use your body as I please? ”
Her eyes glint. Her lips part, and her breathing grows heavier with each breath.
Something is not right at all.
“Maybe I want to stab you again. Now I know where.”
I shake my head and smile faintly. If I tell her there’s something wrong, she’ll panic. Better to play along with her game until she frightens herself.
“We’ll do it your way, then.”
I unbutton my shirt, keeping my gaze locked on hers. She licks her lips—until she notices the wounds on my chest. In that instant, I see my Lana again, and the question in her mind is clear.
“What happened to him?”
Before the wedding, my chest was barely wounded. Now I’m covered with cut marks in more than one direction—some bigger than others—and cigarette burns.
If she only knew…
She stares at the spider I tattooed over my heart, right beside the statue and lilies she had already seen.
Our bodies are pulling towards each other, but she remains firm with her decision.
“You think you’re going to provoke me or something?”
She can fool around as long as she wants, but she’ll end up burning sooner or later.
Not today, though.
I unbutton my trousers and pull my cock out. Lana licks her lips and rubs herself again, this time with her fist.
“Don’t be silly, ragnetta.” I stroke my erection, staring at her flushed face. “You think I don’t know you remember how good I felt inside you? Or did you forget how you adored being my pretty little slut?”
She keeps moving against her hand, each time more desperate. Her breath quickens, and when her eyes meet mine, her pupils are wider than ever.
If she asks me to touch her, I’ll be the one saying no. I’ll only play with her mind until she gives in to her desires.
Lana takes her bra off, letting it trail slowly down her arms, and throws it over my lap. Air leaves my lungs, and I stroke myself a bit faster.
She has to back down any moment. She must, or she’ll end up even more disappointed.
“Ask for it. We both know you want it.”
“I can get someone more… qualified, thank you very much.”
I roll my eyes and stand, pulling my boxers up.
“I doubt it.” I lean in closer, forcing her to spread her legs. I look down. The little bow is the only thing covering her. “Look at this sweet little pussy. It’s weeping, begging me to make it mine again.”
She lets out a breath.
“Not in a million years.”
“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart. Your pussy would welcome me in the most pleasant way…” I approach her ear. “What do you say, ragnetta? Just a movement and I’ll fill you up.”
She presses both hands to my chest and shoves me away. A shiver runs through my spine.
I miss her heat so much.
“You lost your chance,” she hums.
I smile and press my chest to her palms, resting my hands on the table without touching her. She shivers and lies down.
She looks beautiful, and it drives me insane every time she acts like a brat.
“You’ll never find someone who fills you up as I did.” I get closer and whisper in her ear, “Someone who fulfils your dirtiest desires.”
She shoves me again until I’m sitting back in the chair. I spread my legs as she kneels in front of me, looking up with big, shiny eyes, taking my cock out.
“You wanted this?” she asks. “To have me on my knees again?” She grips me at the base, moving closer without breaking eye contact. Then, she licks the whole length until she reaches the tip. “To have my mouth making you mine—”
“I was okay with only your kisses, but if you insist…”
She licks again, slowly. I clench my fists and let out a deep breath. Lana smiles. When she takes me fully into her mouth, a moan slips from my throat.
Fuck her rules.
I reach for her head to shove her away, but she pulls back abruptly.
“No touching.”
So stubborn.
She squeezes my thighs to get up. She grabs something from the table and turns to me with a dark smile.
“What are you—”
Kissing me, she climbs onto my lap. She almost falls, but I catch her just in time and hold her on top of me. I frown when I look into her eyes.
Why is she behaving like this? What did she take?
She trails her hand over my hair, rubbing herself against me, searching for her pleasure, provoking me in the process. I groan from the back of my throat. I won’t make a move. Lana isn’t coming back, and I’m afraid she’ll end up doing something stupid.
I brush her face, and I’m about to ask what’s going on when she snaps something around my wrist.
“What—”
She handcuffs me to the chair. What the fuck?
“What are you planning, amore?”
She trails her hands down my neck, kissing my body.
“I want to play with you,” she purrs as she keeps going down. “Just like you played with me.”
“I didn’t—”
“You have no idea how I hated you all those months.” She licks the tip of my cock and spits on it. “How I cried, picturing you with someone else.” She chokes on me but pulls back fast. “How I cried remembering your fucking message.”
With one hand, she plays with my balls while the other moves up and down my erection.
“Cazzo.”21 I groan through gritted teeth. “Lana, get away from me, please.”
If she doesn’t remember anything tomorrow, I’ll feel disgusting.
She touches her breasts, pinching her nipples while she sucks me off. As she moans around me, saliva drips from the corner of her mouth, sliding down over her tits.
It doesn’t matter how hard I try to break the handcuffs, or how many times I ask her to stop—she doesn’t listen.
It’s driving me mad because she has no idea how badly I wished to be back together like this, for her to accept her attraction, but not this way.
She smiles at my futile attempts to break free.
“Lana, stop,” I groan. “Look at me!”
She takes me deep into the back of her throat. I close my eyes and arch my neck, groaning.
She finally does look at me, panting; but then she covers my erection and stands up.
What the hell?
“What are you doing?”
She slips her hand into my trousers. I think she’s reaching for my gun, but instead she pulls out a condom with a mocking grin.
My heart plummets.
“Not like this, sweetheart. Please, look at me.”
She rubs her eyes. She’s shaking.
“I’ll end what you started when you decided to ruin my life. But first…”
She hits my forehead with the condom and starts to—tries to open it. She ends up biting the edge of the package, struggling with it. She’s too focused on it to realise Angelo is walking through the door with a fucking smile plastered on his face.
I fucking knew it.
Notes:
21. Fuck.