15. Von
W hat was with this man?
Why the fuck was he trying so hard to get me to trust and accept him? None of it made any sense. You didn’t have a one-night stand and fall in love with the woman. Yeah, the sex was mind-blowing, but not enough to warrant the bastard to stalk me, dig up all my secrets, and then calmly stand there gripping a knife poised to kill him if I didn’t claim him.
“I don’t understand you, and I can’t figure out how your twisted brain works,” I blurted, then kicked myself for admitting it out loud.
“Place your mark on me and I’ll happily explain my fucked-up life which turned me into the man I am now,” Apollo said softly. “For you, I will flay my soul open so you can see all there is to know about me.”
My jaw clenched as my hand shook, trying to keep my frustration under control. “Out of all the men and women you’ve fucked over the years, why pick me?”
Apollo’s expression softened and shifted into something I’ve only seen when people look at a puppy or kitten. No one but my mother had looked at me in such a way, and that had been ages ago. It made my skin itch and heart race, and filled me with the need to run or fight. Running had never been my style, but I knew if I didn’t walk away from Apollo now, I’d be caught in his trap.
He must have sensed my need to flee because a moment later I felt his hand wrap around my throat, trapping me in this moment.
“My treasure,” he purred. “The moment you walked into my club the first time you held my attention like no one has before or since. You stalked through the dance floor like a woman who knew she was the scariest person in the room. Lesser humans scattered, fearing to get close, but this only helped you find someone willing to risk the danger and dance with you. None of them were worthy to look at you, let alone touch you, so I knew what had to be done. I approached, and you turned to see what scared your dance partner away. Do you remember what you did when you saw me?”
I shook my head as snippets of that night played through my mind, but I couldn’t picture that moment.
“You flashed your fangs at me like any dominant feral wolf would. I surprised you when instead of showing any signs of fear or intimidation, I reached out and pulled you close. We danced for what seemed like hours before I enticed you back to my office. It was rather fun pretending to break in, steal my boss's liquor, and some of his drugs,” Apollo recounted, his tone dreamy as if he was lost in the memory. “Once the high took over, you threw off all the shackles that held your demons back, which allowed me to drop my mask, if only for a short while. I was already in lust with you, but watching you fall apart on my cock as I had you bent over my desk was where you stole my heart.”
Hearing this gave me something to latch on to. “Just as I thought, you don’t love me, you just want to keep me around so you can fuck me,” I scoffed. “That makes you no better than the man who forced me to call him Master.”
Rage ignited in Apollo’s eyes as his hand around my throat tightened. “Don’t ever compare me to that vial sack of shit who didn’t deserve to be killed by your hands. It would have been better to slice open his gut, let his entrails spill out, and let the animals feast on him as he begged to die.”
“Damn, if I could bring him back to life so I could kill him again, I’d absolutely try your idea,” I grumbled as I saved the suggestion for another time.
Apollo tossed back his head and laughed. “Fuck, if I didn’t already have a million reasons to fall in love with you.”
Before I could react, Apollo pulled me close as his mouth fused to mine. He nipped my bottom lip hard enough I tasted blood. I moaned as I felt his tongue swipe over the broken skin then dive into my mouth to deepen the kiss. Lost in lust, I didn’t realize we were moving until my back slammed into the counter. Without missing a beat, Apollo hoisted me up so I was sitting on top of the counter. My legs wrapped around his waist pulling him close so I could grind my pussy against his cock.
Apollo jerked back, which had me snarling.
He cupped my face and tried to calm his breathing. “Do it, Von, claim an heir of the Accardi Family, because once you do, it will be as if you killed me. No longer will I have any ties to the bastard who donated his sperm to create my existence. The only allegiance I vow my life to is you, Evonnia Zuccaro, the Wolf, the gunrunner princess of the criminal world.”
I didn’t know if it was my libido, the pull of his words, or if I’d gone temporarily more insane than I already was, but I did as he asked. Buttons flew through the air as I ripped open Apollo’s shirt and shoved it down enough that it left his chest bare.
“Last chance, Polly,” I warned.
Apollo simply grasped the hand holding the knife and placed it back on his chest. With his shirt removed, it was easy to see the path of where the blade sliced into Apollo’s neck. It started just under his jaw and trailed all the way down to his heart. Seems like as good a place as any.
I placed my hand on his chest for balance as I focused on creating the mark this idiot had been begging for. On a good day, I wasn’t skilled at drawing with paper and a pencil, let alone using my boot knife as the tool to leave this artwork that would last forever. Apollo stood like a statue, with the barest flinch here and there when I might have cut a little too deep. Luckily for him, it didn’t take me long since I couldn’t really do much more than an outline. Sitting back, I admired my artwork, smirking at the crude image of a bloody wolf paw print I’d left behind.
"Hmm, I feel like it’s still missing something,” I mused out loud. “Ah, I know.”
With a swift flick of my wrist, I added two final lines to make a V in the middle of the paw. “Done,” I announced.
Quick as lightning, Apollo grabbed my wrist with the blade and pinned it to the cabinet behind me. I flinched as my wrist hit the edge of the wood and reflexively dropped the knife. Anger flared as I realized this whole thing had been a stunt so I’d let my guard down. Just as I was going to make my next move, Apollo dragged me forward, hugged me tightly, and lifted me off the counter. The choice was so unexpected, I decided to wait and see what he was going to do next. Damn my curiosity.
Metal, wood, and some kind of pottery crashed to the floor as Apollo swept to clear the surface of the kitchen island. Next, I was dropped onto the thick wood to then have my legs hoisted up and tossed over Apollo’s shoulders, which forced me onto my back. Deft hands grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked them off, along with my underwear.
“You have no idea how I’ve dreamed of this moment, my treasure,” Apollo murmured as he pushed up my shirt, exposing most of my stomach.
I felt his hands as they drifted over my skin, then paused at the fresh puckered scar where I’d been impaled with glass from the car bomb.
“If there wasn’t already a list long enough to circle the world as to why I loathe Serena, this would have been more than enough for me to want her dead,” Apollo stated as he met my gaze. “No one is allowed to harm you and remain breathing. It’s one of the reasons I refused to show myself to you until I’d found the judge.”
“Please tell me you didn’t get me half-naked to stand there and talk,” I challenged.
With the flip of a switch, Apollo’s serious attitude vanished and was replaced with a cheeky grin. “Oh? Did you want something else to happen? I thought I was told I’d never be allowed to give you any kind of orgasm.”
“I’ve changed my mind. Besides, I claimed you, didn’t I?” I said as I reached out and smeared the blood which was oozing from my mark. “Now I suggest you show me that I didn’t make a mistake in doing so.”
“Oh, my beautiful gem, I plan to spend whatever life I have left ensuring you never regret your choice,” Apollo vowed, then dropped to his knees and proceeded to suck my soul from my body through my clit.
“Fuck,” I groaned as my back arched with the onslaught of pleasure.
“What in the world is going on in here?” Edda demanded as she started to open the door between the kitchen and the dining room.
Halfheartedly, I lifted my head enough to see the woman I considered as family step into the kitchen. Seconds before Edda’s gaze would have landed on me splayed out on the kitchen island Beppe had made for their thirtieth wedding anniversary, Erik rushed in.
“Edd—um, Mom, you promised that you’d leave cleaning up to Von and Piero,” Erik reminded as he blocked her view of the kitchen. “Besides, Dad mentioned something about needing your help with the hens, they won’t let him collect the eggs.”
“He’s always in too much of a rush, those ladies need a soft touch,” Edda said, frustration in her voice. “All right, let's go help your father. Oh, and you two, when I come back, the kitchen better be spotless.”
I opened my mouth to answer but the words were lost as Apollo used his teeth to tug on my clit piercing. A loud moan burst out of me which had Erik looking over his shoulder with an expression full of surprise and confusion.
“Don’t worry, Mother, this kitchen will be so clean you’ll be able to eat off any surface,” Apollo reassured as the kitchen door started to close.
Standing, Apollo shoved my legs as wide as they could go then freed his cock from his pants. The bastard didn’t even bother to remove them, just used the zipper hole to get the job done. This cock had lived in my brain rent-free for roughly two years, so it wouldn’t be odd to remember it wasn’t pierced the last time I saw it. Not only was it pierced, but this arrogant bastard had a magic cross of all things. A piercing known to be one of the most painful but brought immense pleasure to both partners.
“Tell me something, Polly, are you a masochist?” I inquired as he rubbed the tip of his dick against the opening to my pussy. “Not many people go back to finish the cross once they’ve experienced getting the vertical piercing done.”
Apollo gave me a slightly feral smile, showing off his perfect teeth, and slammed into me. There was no chance I was gonna be quiet if this was how Apollo planned for this to go.
“I’m only a masochist when it comes to you, my treasure,” Apollo cooed. “After I saw the way Bear could make you come squirting and screaming with his enhanced meat hammer, I knew what had to be done.”
I was no longer able to follow the conversation as my pussy was stretched in a way few could achieve. His hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he pounded into me. It was clear to me this wasn’t about being romantic or in a hurry, no, Apollo was a starved man who’d finally been given the one thing he’d craved and gone without.
The kitchen was filled with the sound of our labored breathing and the slap of skin on skin as Apollo tried his best to split me in half. Unlike many men I’d been with, he wasn’t afraid to throw caution to the wind and take what he wanted from my body. To keep from being thrust off the island, I held onto the edge and wrapped my legs around Apollo’s waist. I could feel my climax building as his magic cross battered my G-spot in a manner that was almost more pain than pleasure.
“Don’t try to silence your moans, my treasure,” Apollo urged. “I want to hear if I’m doing my job to bring you only pleasure from my body.”
“My clit, rub my clit,” I blurted as his hips snapped forward, thrusting in as deeply as he could.
There was no hesitation to my request, and seconds later, I felt a well-lubed finger swirl around my clit. I loved rough down and dirty sex, but for me to come as quickly as the men usually did, I needed a little extra stimulation. Women’s bodies were complex beings that needed to be coaxed into waking or slapped in the face with overwhelming amounts of stimulation before you became numb and the big O wouldn’t ever arrive.
As a rather self-aware person, I found the right mix to ensure I’d see stars no matter who I was with. Well, as long as they could follow simple directions, that was. Those men who didn’t take me seriously learned just how big of a mistake it was when they left with one ball less than they arrived with. I suppose you could say I considered it my personal contribution to making the world better for all women-kind.
“Holy shit,” I gasped as Apollo’s fingers brought me back to the present. “Do that again.”
His rhythm faltered momentarily as I wriggled closer to the island’s edge. “You can only pick one, my fingers in your ass or rubbing your clit?”
“Ass,” I answered even before he finished asking.
“A woman who knows exactly what she wants is unbelievably sexy,” Apollo shared as he abruptly pulled out.
Snarling at the loss of his cock, I shoved myself up into a sitting position. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Apollo murmured as he grasped my chin and slammed our lips together.
I gave as good as I got, refusing to let him think he was in control of this situation. With a hard yank, Apollo removed me from the island, set me on my feet, then spun me around before pinning me to the island. Now my ass was in the air as if I was begging to be fucked—which I was, but I’d never admit it to his face.
All further thoughts came to a screeching halt as Apollo buried his cock back in my pussy. After a few strokes, I felt something warm and wet land on the crack of my ass. Using his thumb, Apollo smeared the spit over the tight ring of my back entrance. With far more care he worked his thumb into my ass until I was keening and my nails dug into the wood under me.
As my climax was once more stoked, it brought me to the edge, but it wasn’t enough. Apollo must have heard the desperation in my cries because he pulled out and slipped in two fingers, only to remove them. Nearly delirious with need, having had my climax denied once again, I slumped against the island.
“Don’t fret, my treasure, I will never leave you wanting,” Apollo promised, which was quickly followed by those two slicked-up fingers stretching my ass as he slid his cock home in my pussy.
In a true show of skill, Apollo had me screaming as I came. It was so intense the edge of my vision darkened as if I was going to pass out, but I didn’t. While I reached the finish line, Apollo hadn’t, but his focus had now shifted to his own pleasure. Slightly frenzied, his cock pounded into me at a speed that would impress even the Energizer bunny. His hand cracked over my ass which caused my eyes to roll back in my head.
“Do it again,” I ordered.
A dark chuckle was followed by another two slaps on my ass. Oh, he’s going to be so much fun to play with. It didn’t take long before both of us were coming and our legs gave out, causing us to crumple to the floor. My body twitched with aftershocks as every breath he took shifted his cock which was still buried in my pussy.
“If it’s at all possible, I think that was even better than when I bent you over my desk,” Apollo said as he nuzzled his face into my neck and wrapped his arms around me. “There’s no question, this is exactly where I belong and where I’ll stay until my last breath.”