16. Sin on Screen
Sin on Screen
The camera shook out of focus as he positioned it on what looked like a nightstand, his long, muscular arm stretched out from where he lay flat on his stomach on the bed.
From this angle, I could see every beautiful slope of his back, where tanned skin stretched over solid muscles.
He fiddled with the camera angle, which must have been on a phone stand, then tilted it until his entire naked body came into the frame.
I held my breath as my eyes locked on the firm globes of his muscular ass and those powerful thighs.
His face was turned to the side, half hidden by a pillow, his hair falling lazily over his forehead and one visible eye. He gave the camera that irresistibly infuriating smirk that said everything he didn’t need to.
This is for you.
In one smooth motion, his biceps bunched the pillow beneath his head, and he turned his face into it slightly.
His back curved as he dragged his hips upward, rubbing his dick against the mattress.
His ass cheeks clenched, then relaxed, letting his hips drop back to their original position.
My cheeks flamed as my breathing became erratic at how insanely hot he looked.
I couldn’t believe he was giving me a personal performance.
He slowly repeated the action a few more times, forcing me to imagine him sinking into me with slow, delicious ease, then lifted his head from the pillow to look directly into the camera.
Every nerve ending in my body set alight at the look of pure sex on his face.
His full lips were parted as he exhaled shallow breaths, and his dark, hooded eyes burned straight into mine through the camera.
He started rocking his hips into the mattress, and when the first deep groan slipped past his lips, I gasped.
This was… the hottest damn thing I’d ever seen.
Better than any porn I’d watched. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way the light hit his back muscles as they rippled with every movement, and his biceps bulged around that pillow as he dragged it lower beneath him until it looked like a body he was pounding into.
And that ass and those thighs… oh my God.
They clenched with every thrust, and all I could think about was how it would feel to grab on, dig my nails in as he fucked into me, like he was now humping that pillow.
I’d never been this turned on in my life, and no amount of money could have stopped my fingers from finding my clit when he started moaning and panting my name, telling me what a good girl I was for him.
He knelt up, and I had a different view, one of him from the side as he rubbed the length of his dick against the pillow in his hands. He looked at the camera, sweat coating his skin and making him look even more delicious as his abs contracted with every roll of his hips.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he groaned, his fists clenching around the pillow as if he were digging them into my hips.
I moaned, imagining myself beneath him, legs spread as he dragged that pierced dick in and out of me.
I pushed two fingers inside myself with a gasp, needing to feel filled, but it wasn’t enough.
He was in full role-play mode, showing me exactly what being fucked by him would be like, and my fingers weren’t cutting it.
“Cazzo… mi fai sentire così bene. You’re taking me so well.”
I reached into my bedside table and pulled out my biggest dildo, pushing it inside me in time with his thrusts. I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out at the delicious fullness, knowing Callum was down the hallway.
“Fuck,” Sani moaned, falling forward onto the bed and bracing his weight on his elbows.
His hips snapped forward, then rotated, grinding against the pillow.
I made the same movement with my dildo, panting hard at the brewing pleasure.
“You’re close, aren’t you, beautiful? Don’t you dare come yet.
I need to fuck you hard. Mm. Can you handle it? ”
“Yes,” I gasped without even thinking.
My fingers circled my clit as he growled, “Yes, you fucking can. You’ll take all of me, so fucking deep, and love it, won’t you, Bella Ribelle?”
And then he started smashing his hips into the pillow, thrusting hard and fast. I tried to match his rhythm, fucking the rubber dildo in and out of me at the same pace, but I could barely manage it.
He was swearing, groaning, and panting so loudly that every vibration of his voice through the phone only heightened the experience.
Within seconds, I was right on the edge, wanting to hold off to watch him come, but I wasn’t sure I could.
I loved how unashamedly vocal he was. It was such a turn-on.
“So fucking needy. So fucking beautiful,” he groaned, dropping his head to the mattress as he rolled his hips twice in a circular motion and then started pounding the pillow faster. “You’re going to make me come, Aria. Merda. Come with me.”
The deep, feral groan that rocketed from him shoved me over the edge, and I turned my face into the pillow, coming for what felt like an eternity.
I panted through the aftermath, dropping the dildo on the bed beside me, and blinked at the video as Sani lay flat on his stomach, spread-eagle, his face buried in the mattress.
His back was heaving with ragged breaths, and after a few seconds, he lifted his head and looked at the camera.
A devastating smile was plastered on his sex-sated face, and it took my breath away.
He reached for the phone, taking it with him as he rolled onto his back.
“I didn’t touch myself once. That was all you. Next time, I won’t have to imagine you coming on my dick, will I, Rebel? Sweet dreams.”
The screen went black. The messages disappeared along with the videos. Suddenly, I wondered if I’d imagined it all. Was I dreaming again? Or had he really just fucked a pillow, pretending it was me? And had I really had the best orgasm I’d ever given myself over it?
I switched my phone off and threw it on the floor, covering my face with my hands.
I felt like crying. I didn’t know why I felt so emotional.
Maybe it was the orgasm. Maybe it was the fact that I had fallen down that rabbit hole once again.
Or maybe it was the complete lack of control I seemed to have when it came to that man.
This was so ?toxic. I felt like an addict, and my drug of choice was Santino Buccini. I needed to get him out of my system and out of my life before I did something I could never come back from.
I woke up feeling like I’d been hit with a brick, and I knew it wasn’t just a wine hangover.
It was a Sani hangover. After showering and dressing in a miniskirt and an oversized shirt, I cracked open my bedroom door to listen for Callum.
I wasn’t sure if he’d still be here, but I hoped I’d be able to make a coffee before I had to interact with anyone.
I paused when I heard low, aggressive arguing from the kitchen. I recognised Papi and Callum’s voices, but I was too far away to make out what they were saying. I slipped out, tiptoeing closer, then stopped before they could see me.
“How did you not know?” Papi hissed. “I don’t believe you.”
“Watch how you fucking talk to me, Piero,” Callum said calmly but with an edge of ice in his tone. “If I say I didn’t know, I didn’t know.”
“He sent me his bloody ear. His ear! It’s sick! And with all of this shit. I can’t believe this. And I can’t even go to the police or use this against Buccini because of who Damiano was. What am I supposed to tell Aria?”
“The truth.”
“No. No way.”
“She needs to hear it. She needs to see who Buccini really is. We made progress last night, but she’s still holding back. I can tell it’s because of him.”
My papi sighed. “I just want her to be safe through this mess. She’s all I have left. Can I trust that you will actively ensure she is safe? That you’ll be good to her? I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Once Buccini hears we’re married, he’ll leave her alone, losing his leverage over you.”
“I’m not so sure he will.”
I stormed down the corridor, causing them both to turn around in alarm. Callum plastered a fake smile on his face, while my papi stared at me with a pale, stricken complexion. He quickly grabbed the papers from the kitchen top and shoved them back into his briefcase. What was he trying to hide?
“What’s going on? What was all that?”
“Coffee?” Callum asked, turning his back on me and pouring me one without waiting for my answer.
I looked at my father as he stepped forward, trying to hide the anxiety he was wearing.
“I brought you a new phone. Here.”
I took the box from him. “Grazie, but don’t change the subject. What aren’t you telling me?”
He gulped and glanced back at Callum, who held out a mug to me. I shook my head, refusing to take anything until they told me what the hell was happening.
“Damiano is still missing,” Papi said carefully. I frowned.
“Missing?”
“He’s most likely dead,” Callum added, and I blinked back at him.
“What?”
“Aria.” Papi placed his hand on my shoulder, guiding me into the living room so we could sit. Callum joined us. “We believe Buccini might be behind his disappearance.”
“You think Santino has hurt Damiano?” I asked, my brain taking too long to process what they were really suggesting. “Why would you think that?”
“Because Damiano was your chief bodyguard, Aria,” Callum interjected, resting his elbows on his knees. “He was the biggest obstacle in Santino’s way. It’s clear he’s about to strike.”
I swallowed, remembering Santino’s text yesterday telling me not to worry about my bodyguards stopping him from taking me on a date. “Strike? What do you mean?”
“With Damiano out of the picture, you’re left vulnerable.
Damiano’s skills were highly specialised.
There aren’t many bodyguards we know who could hold their own against Buccini.
We can, of course, make sure you have another bodyguard, but if Santino has taken out Damiano, then there isn’t much hope for the rest.”
My papi glared at Callum, and it was clear there was something he wasn’t saying or didn’t agree with.
“Taken out?” My jaw dropped. “As in killed him?”
The two men glanced at each other, then Callum nodded at my father, insisting he tell me something he clearly didn’t want to share. Papi sighed, rubbing his hand down his face.
“This morning, a package was delivered to my office. It was a human ear. It had a small silver hoop piercing, the same one Damiano wore.”
My eyes bulged as all the colour drained from my face. I couldn’t speak. I was too worried that the bile lodged in my throat might spill out.
“It came with a typed note,” Papi continued. “The note read, ‘This is who you chose to keep your daughter safe? Bad choice.’”
“Bad choice?” I whispered. “What does that mean?”
My papi opened his mouth to speak, but Callum jumped in ahead of him.
“Obviously, he meant that Damiano was a bad choice if it was this easy for him to take him out.”
I couldn’t wrap my head around it. It couldn’t be true.
Santino wouldn’t kill Damiano, cut off his ear, and send it to my father as a threat.
Oh my god, listen to me. They kept warning me about what he was capable of, but I couldn’t see past the brain fog of lust. I literally orgasmed over a murderer a few hours ago.
“Have you told the police?” My voice sounded so quiet and frail as I looked between them.
“We’ve reported Damiano missing. They’re looking into it, but I doubt they’ll ever find a body,” Callum said. I twisted to face my father.
“But… you just said.”
“It’s complicated, luce mia. We know it was Buccini, but we have no evidence to prove it. The note could have been from anyone.”
I dropped my head into my hands, pushing away the little voice that told me there was a possibility this wasn’t Santino’s doing. That Damiano might still show up for work in a few hours with both his ears attached.
“Aria, you need to live with me for a while,” Papi said, placing his hand on my knee. “It’s not safe for you to be here alone.”
“Or you can come and live with me,” Callum offered. I stared at him as he gave me a soft smile.
I stood up, taking them by surprise.
“I need a minute.”
Before they could respond, I stormed back into my room and frantically searched for my old phone under my bed. I turned it back on with shaky hands and locked myself in my ensuite.
My knees bounced as I sat on the toilet seat, waiting for it to come to life. As soon as it did, I prayed he’d sent me another text so I could respond, because if he hadn’t, I had no way of contacting him.
And there it was.
Buongiorno, bellissima. I’m sorry, I have to cancel our date tonight. I’m in Verona for family matters. But I’ll make it up to you.
I shook my head, brushing aside the complex feelings that the message provoked.
Where’s Damiano?
It was a few minutes before I got a reply.
Away from you. That’s the most important thing.
A shuddering breath passed through my lips. That was practically a confession.
Is he dead?
Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to, beautiful. Let me handle the monsters in the dark.
I dropped the phone, burying my head in my hands. Oh my God. Oh my God.
Another text came through, but I couldn’t even read it. I felt too sick. I’d been such an idiot. No more. I turned the phone off and rushed back into the living room.
“Okay,” I breathed before I could change my mind.
“Okay?” Papi asked, his brows furrowing.
“I’ll marry Callum. The sooner, the better.”