Chapter 55
Tiziano Constanzo
Enzo walked into my office with the same insolent look as always, setting a piece of paper on the desk.
“Here’s your wife’s address,” he said, as though it were nothing.
I picked up the paper calmly and recognized Bianca’s handwriting.
“You saw her enter that address?”
“No,” he replied, crossing his arms. “But she said she’s staying in Italy for two more days, then going back to Lisbon. That’s where she lives now.”
My eyebrows rose.
“She said that?”
“She did. She recognized the cars following her and came out to talk to me,” he replied sarcastically.
“Really? How generous of her.”
Enzo burst out laughing, amused at my expense.
“Isn’t it?” he taunted. “She even mentioned that you don’t know what you want. First, you send her away, then you have her followed.”
“And now you’re her little messenger boy?” I growled, crushing the paper in my fist.
Enzo shrugged, that irritating smile still plastered across his face.
“I only did what you told me to. Or would you rather I didn’t tell you how it happened? She isn’t worried about you at all, Tiziano. Now, the address is right there. Your choice: kill the bitch or drag her back into your bed.”
My hand tightened around the paper.
“Get out of my sight, Enzo.”
I stood in front of the property listed on the address, the car engine still running. I should kill her and put an end to this disgrace. But I couldn’t move. I’m a weak son of a bitch, or maybe there was something about her that inexplicably bewitched people.
Ant?nio had told me he couldn’t kill her when she was just a baby. How can I blame myself for being unable to do the same now, after tasting every inch of that body, after becoming addicted to the taste of her pussy?
I took a deep breath, trying to push the thoughts away. She was a Bellini, my sworn enemy. And yet, here I was, hesitating before the chance to end this once and for all.
I pulled forward a few more feet and stopped in front of the gate. The house was surrounded by security guards, clear proof she wasn’t as safe as she wanted to appear. The gate opened seconds later, as though they had been expecting me.
Bianca sat at the table on the veranda, looking relaxed. I parked the car and walked toward her.
“Care for some?” she asked, gesturing to the lavish spread of fruit and bread on the table.
“I’m fine, thanks,” I replied coldly.
“Sit,” she said, indicating the chair across from her. I ignored the gesture and pulled out the chair beside her, settling into it.
“What do you want, Tiziano?” Bianca asked, her voice calm. “Because if you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already.”
“Where did all that courage come from?” I shot back, leaning slightly toward her. “I’m genuinely curious, Bianca. It took so little time for you to change so much… or maybe nothing changed at all?”
“Sorry to disappoint you,” she replied mockingly.
“I’m not disappointed, just curious,” I countered, narrowing my eyes. “Is it that Marco? Did he promise to protect you?”
“I don’t need protection,” she snapped with conviction.
“Your splendid house says otherwise,” I observed, vaguely gesturing toward the guards around us. “That’s a lot of men.”
“They’re not here for me. They’re here to take care of the property and the vineyard.”
“Can you show me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Show you what?” she shot back suspiciously.
“The vineyard, the cellar, the winery,” I specified.
“You’ve never been a wine connoisseur,” she replied, frowning.
“Depends on how it’s served,” I answered, a slow, calculated smile spreading across my lips.
She scraped her chair across the floor and stood, staring at me indifferently.
“Where do you want to start?”
“The cellar.”
She let out a quiet laugh before walking away.
“Where else would we serve wine? In glasses,” she answered herself, as if it were obvious. “But if you prefer grapes, I can give you some.”
I followed her in silence, watching her every movement as she led me to the cellar entrance. As we went down the stairs, the cooler air and scent of aged wood enveloped me.
“We’re still at the beginning, so there’s nothing here to surprise you,” she commented, stopping beside one of the shelves.
“Really? Because I’m pretty surprised,” I retorted.
“By what?” she asked, lightly furrowing her brow.
I moved closer like a predator. I pressed her firmly against the wall, my cock throbbing at the closeness of her body. My hands went straight to her breasts, squeezing them hard over her dress. Her broken moans were music to my ears.
“I want you to serve me the best wine, wife,” I murmured in her ear. “And then I’m going to lick it off every inch of your body.”
She tried to pull away, pressing her small, fragile hands against my chest, but her resistance only fed my desire.
“You’re an asshole, Tiziano,” she spat, trying to sound firm, but her voice trembled.
“And you’re a whore who loves it when I fuck you,” I shot back with a mocking smile, biting her earlobe. She shuddered violently, her moans slipping out before she even realized it.
My hands slid down to her waist, gripping her as if she were my property. In one rough movement, I pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing her thighs and the delicate lace of her panties. My hands wasted no time, slipping beneath the fabric and finding her hot, soaking pussy.
“Your pussy is dripping, Bianca,” I whispered with a wicked smile. “You pretend you don’t want it, but you’re dying to be fucked.”
“Fuck you…” she tried to answer, but her voice faded when I rubbed my thumb over her clit, tearing a loud moan from her. Her hips moved instinctively, seeking more contact.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled, yanking down her panties and dropping to my knees. My tongue found her wet, throbbing flesh, licking and sucking without mercy. She moaned loudly, her nails digging into my hair as I indulged in her taste.
“You bastard…” she whispered, but her legs trembled, spreading farther apart, begging for more.
“That’s it, spread your legs for me,” I murmured against her pussy, my words vibrating against her skin. My fingers slipped inside her, matching the rhythm of my tongue.
Her moans intensified, her entire body trembling as I brought her to the edge of orgasm. But before she could come, I rose to my feet, turning her to press her face-first against the wall.
“You won’t come until I decide,” I hissed, hurriedly unbuttoning my pants and freeing my hard cock. Without any warning, I positioned myself behind her and thrust into her hard, wrenching a hoarse cry from her lips.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growled, gripping her hips as I drove into her hard. “Say you’re mine, Bianca. Say it now!”
“Go to hell, Tiziano!” she gasped, but her pussy clenched around my cock with every thrust, her body surrendering despite her words.
I increased my pace, fucking her so hard that the barrels around us vibrated. My body was on fire, every thrust driving us deeper. My lips found the curve of her shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave marks.
“Say you’re mine, you whore!” I demanded, my hands gripping her hair as I continued thrusting.
Finally, she screamed. Her body clenched violently around my cock, and her orgasm made me come with her. With one final deep thrust, I released inside her, my head dropping against her back as I breathed heavily.
“No wine in this world tastes as good as your pussy,” I murmured, kissing the nape of her neck while she still trembled in my arms.
Without giving her time to recover, I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to face me. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes half-lidded, still drunk on pleasure. My cum slowly ran down her thighs, a sight that made me feel even more in control.
“I love seeing you like this, Bianca,” I murmured. “Panting, with my cum running down your legs.”
She opened her mouth to answer, but before she could say anything, I gripped her face tightly and pulled her into a rough, hungry kiss. Our tongues met, every movement of mine demanding more, claiming her as mine.
I released her lips and slid my hand to her neck, squeezing lightly as I stared into her eyes.
“God help any man who dares touch you, Bianca,” I growled.
She looked at me angrily, but before she could protest, I shoved my hand between her legs again, my fingers sliding easily into her wet pussy.
“I’m going to mark every part of you so you never forget who you belong to,” I murmured, my thumb finding her swollen clit again as my fingers slid in and out of her in a torturous rhythm.
“Tiziano…” she moaned, her hands gripping my arm, trying to hold herself together as her body arched.
“What? Want more, Bianca?” I taunted, increasing the intensity. “Tell me what you want.”
She bit her lip, her body trembling beneath my touch.
“Say it, damn it!” I demanded, my free hand rising to squeeze her breast, my fingers pinching her sensitive nipple.
“I… I want you…” she finally gave in, the words slipping from her between moans as she surrendered completely.
“Good girl,” I praised, leaning in to suck her neck, leaving another mark on her delicate skin. “Now I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
Before she could react, I lifted her by the waist, pressing her back against the cold wall again. My erection was already hard, and without wasting time, I thrust into her once more, drawing another hoarse cry from her lips.
“Fuck, you squeeze me so good,” I groaned, beginning deep, slow thrusts and pulling a louder moan from her than before.
Bianca threw her head back, her hair spilling against the wall as her eyes closed in pure ecstasy.
“Tiziano, faster,” she begged.
I granted her request, increasing my pace until the sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the cellar. My hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her in place as I fucked her deep.
“And I’m going to make you come again and again, until I’m all you can think about.”
Her moans turned to screams as her body arched again, the spasms of her orgasm pushing me to the edge. I buried myself deep one last time, giving in to the wave of pleasure that consumed us.
When it was over, I let her slide slowly to the floor, her knees giving out as she tried to catch her breath. I knelt beside her, running my fingers through her sweat-dampened hair.
“You’re the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever had,” I whispered, my gaze fixed on her parted lips. “And I’ll keep fucking you until the day I decide otherwise. You’ll never belong to another man.”
She was mine, and I wouldn’t allow her to belong to anyone else.