Chapter 87

CESARE

Orgasms make Rosalind weak. Powerful ones make her especially docile. Maybe the endorphins flooding her system cloak her usual resistance, or maybe it's the sense of euphoria she can only get from me.

Whatever the reason for her current state, I have her utterly under my control.

She flops forward, trying to disentangle her arms from the ropes, but her body won't cooperate. All she can do is tremble from the aftershocks of the best climax of her life.

I grab her throat and force up her head. She pants hard through reddened lips and stares up at me through glazed eyes. My cock hardens, and my chest swells with pride at having conquered a woman so powerful.

But I'm not done with her yet.

My gaze drops to her nipples straining through her cropped top. "You're wearing too many clothes."

Without waiting for her to comment, I push up the fabric, exposing those glorious tits. Rosalind whimpers as I uncap the bottle of baby oil and pour a generous amount on my hand.

She trembles as I glide my slick hand over her breasts, coating her already glistening skin. My fingers find her hardened nipples, and I twist one followed by the other, then revel in her pretty little gasps.

My hand roams her belly, and she releases a soft sigh. Her chest rises and falls with each labored breath, and she trembles under my touch. Pouring the oil directly on her belly, I move my hand lower, caressing every inch of her bare skin, enjoying how she quivers under my touch.

I slide my fingers down to her still slick pussy. She bucks her hips and moans as I stroke her, wanting to make it purr. When she tries to close her thighs, I pull back.

"You don't get to hide my cunt."

She groans, desperate for my touch. I set down the bottle to grab her right calf and entwine it between the ropes before moving onto her left. Once she's completely restrained, her body goes limp.

Note to self. Rosalind loves bondage as long as there's a chance for her to escape.

"You're so beautiful like this." My fingers return to her pussy. "Bound and spread open like a feast."

I grab my shaft, lining up my cock head to her entrance and relishing in her helpless mewls. For a woman who claims not to like being called a pet, she's certainly playing the part.

"Eager?" I ask.

The noise she makes is an unintelligible sound of raw need. She tries to arch off the ropes to speed things along, but I take hold of her waist.

"Eyes on me, if you want me to feed your hungry little cunt."

Lashes fluttering, she raises her gaze to meet my eyes. Her pupils are blown with flames burning within those hazel orbs. A flush blooms across both cheeks, in a perfect contract to her pale skin.

Sensation surges to my cock at the sight of her vulnerability, making me lightheaded. There's only so much of this desperate display a man can withstand before something inside him breaks.

"Tell me how much you want this cock," I growl.

She cries out. "Cesare."

"Tell me, or I'll stop,"

"I want it," she says through gasping breaths.

"Now, tell me how much you want me."

She swallows hard, her throat bobbing as though I've finally pushed her too far. It was a dick move to ask while I'm edging her, but I want to hear her say the words just once.

In a voice barely above a whisper, she says, "So much... Cesare, I want you so much."

Triumph punches through my chest, breaking through the last of my restraint. With a forceful thrust, I slam into her tight heat, making her body jerk against the ropes and her eyes to fly open with shock. She inhales a choked gasp, like she's feeling my cock in the back of her throat.

"That's right, pet," I growl. "Feel me. All of me."

Tremors wrack her limbs as she strains against the ropes. Maybe a small part of her body still rebels against the bondage because her cunt tightens around my shaft with a punishing grip.

Groaning, I try not to think about how she gained this level of control over her pelvic floor muscles, and pull back, only to snap my hips and reenter her with a hard thrust.

I pick up the pace, thrusting into her with every ounce of strength I have. She makes breathy gasps as her body jerks back and forth within the ropes, the momentum deepening the penetration. It's almost like she's fucking me back.

"Fuck, Rosalind. Your greedy pussy is aching for this cock."

"Oh, god," she cries.

"I know, pet."

She squeezes extra tight, making me growl, "Good girl. Such a good little pet. You're taking it so well."

Tension coils behind my balls, but I refuse to let go. Not until she's convulsing around my cock. I clench my teeth, my mind going blank as I drive into her again and again, making sure my piercings graze her most sensitive spots.

Her eyes are feverish and wild, and her tits bounce with every shuddering breath. She's close, but I'm not sure if I can last.

"Come for me. Scream so loud that they can hear you at the gates," I growl, my hand sliding between our bodies and finding her clit. "Now."

Rosalind cries out, and her limbs thrashing within the ropes. Her pussy trembles around my shaft, pumping, squeezing, demanding more. The sight of her, open and vulnerable beneath me, pulls me deeper into her abyss.

The room spins, and my entire world disappears until it's me, my little vixen and her tight, wet heat.

I'm both invincible and exposed, feeling like I don't know if I've conquered a goddess or if she has finally conquered me. All I know is that if she ever left me, I would surely die.

Blood roars between my ears as pleasure radiates across my midsection, before concentrating on my cock. It intensifies until I reach a point of no return where I couldn't stop coming, even if Matty Galliano charged in here with a militia.

Pressure builds up, and my muscles contract. My vision turns white in the heartbeats it takes for my release to surge with unstoppable force.

Rosalind's pussy continues to contract, draining every last drop from my balls before I collapse on top of her, gasping for breath.

"Fuck, baby, you were made for me. My perfect little pet."

She makes a noise that may or may not sound like agreement. It's definitely not a protest.

Once my limbs stop trembling, I pull out of her and disentangle her limbs from the ropes. Rosalind falls into my arms like a rag doll, breathless, limp, and all mine. I gaze down into her dazed features, marveling at how I've subdued her with my cock.

Later, we soak in the hot tub, where I place her on my lap and massage feeling back into her limbs. She's everything I ever wanted in a dangerous little package, and I resolve to continue proving to her that she's going to need me in her life even after she's destroyed the Moirai.

When I return upstairs, there's a message from Roman, confirming that the Moirai have agreed to call off the hit in exchange for the ten hostages. They've even agreed to make the exchange on the same day as their graduation.

I drive Rosalind to Newtown Crematorium, where we meet my cousins, Aria and Elania, who are always ready to let us use their cremators. The twins are Roman's age, but they always made a beeline for me when they visited the house. I used to love how they pampered me and treated my brothers like shit. They used to be identical back then, but now it's easier to tell them apart.

People make the mistake of thinking Elania is the pushover because of her long black hair and pretty silk dresses, but I've seen her knife a man in the heart. Aria wears her hair shorter than any of my brothers and doesn't have a single feminine bone in her body. She would look like a dude if it wasn't for her delicate bone structure.

She guides us to a visitation room, where they've dressed Britt in a black pantsuit and laid her in a coffin.

Rosalind chokes a sob. "It looks like she's asleep."

Thank fuck my cousins are geniuses at making the dead appear lifelike. They've added color to the blonde's sallow features, making her look at peace.

"Do you need a moment alone with her, pet?" I ask.

"Thank you." Rosalind turns to me with a watery smile.

Pulling her to my chest, I place a kiss on the top of her head and exit the room to give her privacy.

As I walk down the marble hallway and pull out my phone, the click-clacking heels approach me from behind. Turning around, I spot Elania hurrying toward me with a scowl.

"Where's Benito?" she snaps.

My brows pull together. "Last time I saw him was a few days ago. Have you checked the casino?"

"He isn't returning my calls. That asshole owes us for two days of lost business for using up all four of our cremators."

"Have you called the house?"

"He's ghosting us," she says as though I haven't spoken.

"Take it up with Roman," I reply with a shrug.

She huffs. "That bastard owes me, too. I broke a heel at that party that turned into a gunfight and ripped the hem of my dress."

My lips quirk. "Tell Maria from Dolce Vita to put a replacement outfit on my tab."

She rocks forward on her tiptoes and gives me a kiss on both cheeks. "Next time your brothers want to use our crematorium for bulk disposal, we're going to charge you double. And demand payment in advance."

Chuckling, I watch her disappear down the hallway, and then exchange a few texts with Miranda. I let her know Rosalind has lost her best friend without giving specifics and ask her to send a message of condolences.

After that, I check my phone for messages from unknown callers. Matty Galliano has gone silent since the incident at the graveyard. Maybe Sofia shot something critical. With any luck, the bastard is dead.

Two text messages pop up from Dr. Cortese. The first says the mercury nitrovolucite is now stable enough for transportation, and the second confirms that it just arrived at the Parisii Cemetery.

I slip the phone in my pocket and exhale. Everything is going as planned. Xero's people will leave the crystals at strategic points within the Moirai HQ, and our bombs will reduce their underground hideout along with their senior management to dust.

Footsteps approach. I crack open an eye to find Rosalind hurrying toward me with her cheeks flushed.

Pushing off the wall, I walk toward her with a frown. "Are you alright, love?—"

She cuts me off with a kiss.