Chapter 40
Tiziano Constanzo
I woke before the sun rose over the horizon, the room still shrouded in darkness.
The gentle warmth of Bianca’s body against mine warmed my chest. She slept with her back to me, her hair spread across the pillow.
Her sweet scent still lingered in the air, and my breathing grew heavier as I looked at her.
My cock was hard, throbbing with desire.
It was hardly surprising to wake up like this beside her.
I moved closer, wrapping my body around hers.
My fingertips slid along the curve of her waist, slowly traveling upward to her chest. When my hand found her soft breast, I squeezed it gently, feeling her nipple harden beneath my touch.
She moaned softly, a sound that sent a shiver through my entire body.
Her hips instinctively pushed back, rubbing against my erection.
A smile tugged at my lips as I explored every curve of her, teasing her slowly.
I leaned in, leaving a trail of kisses along the curve of her neck and down to her shoulder.
My other hand moved lower, gliding over the softness of her skin until it reached her pussy.
She was wet, so wet that a rough groan escaped my throat. I slid a finger between her folds, exploring her heat as she moved her hips, matching the rhythm of my movements. I pulled back slightly to give myself more room, gently lifting her leg.
“So perfect like this, asleep and ready for me,” I murmured in her ear as she stirred, slowly waking.
“Tiziano,” she moaned my name, her voice still thick with sleep.
I slowly pushed one finger inside her, feeling her clench around my touch. I added another finger, moving them in a rhythm that made her body arch against mine. She spread her legs wider, offering herself completely.
“Good morning, my wife,” I teased, rubbing my cock against her ass as I continued moving my fingers.
She moaned again, her head falling back, her eyes half-closed as her body surrendered to the pleasure. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled back just enough to position the tip of my cock against her entrance. With one slow movement, I began to push inside her, feeling her mold around me.
“Fuck, Bianca. You’re so tight,” I murmured, gripping her waist as I fucked her from behind. Her moans grew louder throughout the room. I increased the pace, gripping her hips firmly as she moved against me.
“Tiziano!” she screamed my name, and it only encouraged me to go deeper, faster.
My hands moved slowly over her, exploring every curve, squeezing, pulling her closer as I felt her hot skin against mine.
“Ahhh...” she moaned, the sound sweet and desperate.
“So fucking good, so perfect,” I murmured hoarsely, lightly biting the curve of her neck as my fingers slipped between her legs. “I love the way your little pussy responds to my touch.”
She arched her body, pushing her ass even harder against me, teasing me.
“You like this, don’t you? When your husband’s cock fucks you until you scream.
You’re going to come, aren’t you?” I pulled her hips hard against me, driving my stiff cock into her pussy as she let out a long moan.
“Now you’re going to take me all the way in, inch by inch, like the delicious little slut you are. ”
She moaned again as I thrust into her harder.
“Ahhh, you’re so tight.” I moved inside her faster, deeper, until I heard her cries muffled by the pillow.
“So good... so... ahhh!” she screamed, completely losing control as her body trembled around me.
“That’s it, come on my cock, my perfect little whore,” I growled, feeling my own release getting closer.
When I finally came, burying myself deep inside her, a rough groan escaped against her neck as I felt the last tremors of her body tightening around my cock. I stayed there for a few seconds.
Bianca turned her face to look at me, her lips slightly parted, and I couldn’t resist kissing her, slow and possessive.
“This delicious pussy is mine alone,” I murmured against her lips, running my fingers through her messy hair.
“And you’re mine,” she replied, her voice hoarse, a soft smile appearing on her face.
I slowly slid out of her, and she let out a small sigh. I ran my hands along her back, caressing her before pulling her closer.
“I’m going to leave you like this every day,” I said teasingly. “Every time you wake up, I’m going to fill you with kisses and cum.”
Bianca rested her head on my chest, her breathing beginning to settle as my hands continued caressing her skin.
Enzo stormed into the office without even knocking, an unusual gesture that immediately told me something serious was happening.
“We caught the man from the event, Don,” he announced.
I looked up from the document I was reviewing.
“Is it really him?” I asked calmly.
“The same man who held the knife to Bianca’s throat.”
I dropped the pen onto the desk and immediately stood.
“Prepare the place,” I ordered. “I’m going there.”
On the way to the warehouse, the thought of someone daring to touch Bianca, or even speak to her, was already reason enough to justify a slow execution.
When I arrived, the sound of a chain being dragged backward echoed through the warehouse. The bastard was thrown onto the metal chair in the center of the room. He looked like a cornered animal, but his mocking smile proved he still had enough nerve to play with danger.
“Lift his head,” I ordered coldly.
Two men yanked him up brutally, and his swollen, bloodshot eyes met mine. Even then, he smiled.
“Don Tiziano himself. I thought you’d send your dogs to talk to me,” he taunted.
“I don’t waste my time on garbage,” I replied, picking up a glass of whiskey from a nearby table. “But for you, I can make an exception.”
I took a sip, savoring the burn before hurling the glass against the wall.
“You thought you could touch something that belongs to me and walk away alive?” I asked, approaching him slowly.
He laughed again, coughing up blood.
“Your wife? I didn’t realize she was so valuable. She must be damn good in bed to make you lose your mind like this.”
The baseball bat in my hands slammed straight into his shoulder. The impact was followed by a scream of pain that echoed through the warehouse.
“Shut the fuck up!” I shouted, raising the bat again.
He tried to pull himself together despite groaning in pain.
“Vittorio Bellini would have been proud.”
My blood ran cold.
“Vittorio Bellini is dead.”
“Ah, but his son is alive. And it looks like he has a special interest in your woman.” He smiled, spitting out more blood.
The bat struck his ribs, breaking more than one bone. He screamed, yet still had the audacity to smile.
“Where is he?” I demanded, gripping his shirt tightly.
“I’m not giving up my boss, Don. But he’s watching. He sees everything, especially you and your woman.”
“You said something to her in the bathroom. What was it?”
“Enough to make Bianca question who she is.”
I dropped the bat and grabbed him by the collar. My face was close to his, my eyes locked on his.
“And who is she?”
He laughed again, though with difficulty.
“Ask your wife, Don. Maybe she knows more than you think.”
My patience evaporated like smoke. I pulled the knife from my waist and drove it into his thigh, twisting it slowly.
The scream that tore from his throat echoed through the warehouse, but that damned smile still hadn’t completely disappeared.
It was as if he wanted to provoke me until I reached my limit, and it was working.
“What the fuck are you smiling about?” I asked, leaning over him as I pushed the blade even deeper. “Enjoying the feeling? Or are you just trying to make me lose control?”
He drew in a deep breath, fighting the pain, but still stared at me mockingly.
“It’s funny.” He gasped. “You think you’re in control, but the truth is, you’re dancing to someone else’s tune.”
“Am I?” I shot back, yanking the knife out in one swift movement before driving it in again, this time into his other leg. “You have the nerve to suggest that someone like you could manipulate someone like me?”
He laughed, the sound weak and broken by pain.
“Not me. Bellini. His son. He’s closer than you think, Don.”
My hand, still gripping the knife, rose to his face, and I struck him with the handle, breaking his nose. Blood streamed down, but he kept looking at me as though he knew something I didn’t.
“What do they want with my wife?”
“And if I don’t tell you? You’ll kill me?” He laughed again, spitting blood onto the floor. “Wouldn’t it be easier to ask her directly? Maybe your wife knows more about her past than you think.”
My patience was already gone, but that final provocation was enough to make me lose whatever control I had left. I punched him in the stomach so hard he nearly lost consciousness.
“I asked what they want with her.”
He coughed, spitting up more blood, but still managed to laugh again.
“She’s beautiful. Innocent. But not as innocent as you think.”
I stomped down hard on the leg where I had buried the knife, twisting my foot to increase the pain.
“You’re not answering my questions. And I can guarantee you’ll regret it if you keep this up.”
He groaned loudly but still managed to murmur:
“Vittorio Bellini may be dead, but his legacy lives on.”
I let go of the knife and replaced it with the barrel of my gun, pressing it against the side of his head.
“You have ten seconds to tell me everything you know. Or your legacy will be that of one more idiot who died because he challenged the wrong man.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, appearing to consider my threat. When he opened them again, a faint smile still played across his bloodied lips.
“Good luck, Don Tiziano.”
Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the warehouse, followed by the silence left behind.
“Clean up this mess,” I ordered, tossing the gun to one of my men.
My breathing was uneven, and his words hammered relentlessly inside my head.
“What should we do?” Enzo asked, approaching me.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to organize my thoughts.
“I want every word he said investigated. Don’t overlook anything. I want to know if there’s even a grain of truth to this story.”
“What story?” Enzo pressed. “About my sister-in-law?”
I turned sharply toward him, narrowing my eyes.
“Bianca has nothing to do with any of this shit,” I growled. “But I want to know why they’re interested in her. I want to understand what they think they can gain from this. Because at the end of the day, they answer to me. And God help anyone who dares touch her.”
Enzo remained silent for a moment, considering my words.
“But don’t you think it’s strange that they’re so interested in her?” he finally said.
I took a deep breath, controlling the rage boiling inside me.
“No, I don’t. They want to destabilize me, Enzo. And they think going after Bianca will do it. It’s a dirty move, but a predictable one.”
Even as I tried to remain logical, something didn’t add up. Why had her name come up? Why this specific interest? I needed answers, and fast.
“Increase her security,” I ordered. “I don’t want any openings. If anyone dares get near my wife again, I want to know before they even have a chance to breathe.”
Enzo nodded. I knew he wasn’t entirely convinced, but it didn’t matter. Bianca was my priority. And anyone who dared put her in danger wouldn’t live to tell the story.