Chapter 4

I’d been in this massive fucking house for almost two weeks now and I was slowly biding my time. The night I had accompanied Stefano home, he had tied me up once more and used a whip on me. I supposed I had it coming seeing as I was actively plotting his demise all while fantasizing about his son. Speaking of Nazario, I had heard raised voices in the hall that first morning, then both father and son mentioned something about Geneva before they left on a trip. It was for the best as it allowed my body to heal in Stefano’s absence.

Now, it had been two weeks and I had barely seen either man since they arrived home a few days earlier. They had been gone exactly ten days, ones I mentally marked off on my calendar. If everything went according to plan, I would be able to secure myself enough cash so I could do what I came there to do and flee. I’d live the rest of my life off on some island somewhere until my own sins caught up with me and my life was cut short like Donna’s had been.

I still had no idea what had happened that night, and I supposed that was the hardest part of it to swallow. She’d been so excited about a party at a club, yet she ended up dead in an alley from obvious signs of trauma. I used to drive myself crazy with worry about whether they killed her swiftly or tortured her. The latter kept me up more nights than I could count. Just imagining that she suffered for even a single second made me physically ill. It also fortified my resolve to make the others feel the same way.

I’d been able to piece together a lot of the partygoers that night, and two had met their early demise after I’d gotten everything that I could from them. I used my newfound sexuality to my advantage. My body was a weapon that I flaunted and wielded, and one that had even landed me the prize of all prizes. Stefano wanted me, but unlike those whores he surrounded himself with, I was the only one in his sheets. Outside of them, I possessed class and dignity, two things he hadn’t had in a woman since his wife was murdered. During a blow-job one night, he’d told me the entire sordid history and even claimed it had been at the hands of a rival family. That might be true, but it wouldn’t have shocked me if I later learned it had all been a lie.

The nights here were lonely and if it wasn’t for my aimless wandering and fantasies of revenge, I would truly hate it more than I did. “I’m going to get payback for you, Donna. I promise you that with every fiber of my being.”

I pulled my robe tighter as a chill passed over me. I had explored a lot of areas of the estate, except for the ones I had been warned to stay away from. I assumed it was where the killings I often heard about actually took place, but I wasn’t adventurous enough to defy him in order to find out for sure. There was plenty of other real estate to explore, including a secluded area covered with trees. It overlooked the Gulf and also was a favorite landing spot for hummingbirds.

A few days earlier, I had been sitting on a blanket and enjoying the view when what had to be about ten of them converged in my safe space and flittered wildly as they drank nectar from some of the vibrant flowers. They were absolutely amazing and proof that something so beautiful could survive in a place so cold. They had green iridescent feathers that glimmered in the sunlight, and long smooth beaks. They were impressive to watch and something I now found myself looking forward to seeing.

It was nearly night now, so I would see nothing but stars in what would eventually be pitch darkness. The sun had recently set, and it would only be a matter of time before all semblance of light, outside of the moon and stars, would disappear until sunrise. I was too restless to sleep though, so I knew I had to do something. Gathering up what was left of my waning energy, I headed to the other wing of the house where I knew Nazario lived.

“You must have a death wish or something,” I’d told myself the first night that I ventured over there.

It’d been a while they had been in Switzerland. I had found his bedroom and I was slightly disappointed to learn that it wasn’t the same as I had once imagined it would be. I had this image of him in my head at school and I was quickly proven wrong when I saw his space in person. Still, I tended to go there a lot. Maybe I did have a death wish, or maybe he fascinated me that much. I was truly demented to even harbor any feelings for him, especially of the sexual kind, but here I was walking down the hallway to his room where I’d open the door to have a peek inside.

When I reached it, I pressed my face to the door to see if I could hear any sounds. When no noise was detected, I quickly looked around before slipping inside. The space was very sparce, and I actually wasn’t surprised because it matched the cold sterility of his heart. Just in the short time I had been there, combined with the stories I’d heard about the father and son, I honestly couldn’t decide which one was worse. Well, I knew Stefano killed Donna, but how many like her had Nazario taken out all in the name of family honor, or shits and giggles.

I moved closer to his bed and ran a hand along the silk bedspread. I already knew he liked silk sheets underneath because I had stupidly rolled around on them the second time I had come inside of his bedroom. I was about to leave before I got caught, but that proved to be for naught.

“Not exactly how I pictured you on my bed, but it’s a start,” came the gravelly voice from the doorway.

I flashed a guilty expression at him, before feigning innocence. “I didn’t know this was your room.”

My voice creaked slightly, and I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I couldn’t allow either of the Vaccaro men to detect any weakness in me. “I will see myself out.”

Nazario had already stepped inside, so I had a clear path to the door. Walking casually to it, I was about to flee when I found myself pressed face first against it. “You’re lying.”

“A-about?” I asked a hell of a lot more breathily than I’d intended.

“You came here because you feel what I do.”

His answer was correct, but I certainly couldn’t let him know that. After all, I was his father’s mistress so I was off-limits to him. Stefano would kill us both and not bat an eye. Despite knowing that, I allowed Nazario to trace the shell of my ear with his tongue, then moaned as he nibbled on the lobe.

My thong was getting damper by the minute, and I suspected he knew that too because his hands moved to the front of me while he kept me imprisoned with his body alone. They found the strap to my robe, and I could barely even remember to breathe, much less tell him to stop, because the truth was that I didn’t want him to. Stefano had told me he would be at the club late, and I knew what they meant. He would expect me to be up waiting for him, and tonight, there was no telling what type of depravities he wanted to take out on me.

“I need to go,” I managed to eek out just before his hand slid between my legs. I squeezed my thighs closed, but he was able to wedge them apart enough to find what I wanted to hide from him.

I flinched at the feel of his fingers sliding along my slit. His mouth was still wreaking havoc on my self-control, and now his fingers were threatening to weaken me further. “You’re so wet.”

I had learned how the Vaccaro men talked, and dirty was at the very top of that list. “Tell me something I don’t know,” I finally replied to his obvious statement. Of course, I was wet. He was stroking my pussy while biting my neck.

I had planned to play coy, but what was the use. His father could physically get me off, and usually after I imagined his son instead, so there was no need to act innocent. I was a sensual woman, and while only here for vengeance, it didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun on the side. I didn’t love Stefano Vaccaro. Hell, I didn’t even like him. I hated him. There were never any promises made nor did I plan to have a future with him. I didn’t intend to allow him to live much longer. What harm would there really be in giving in to passion.

“Cazzo, you’re also so tight,” he told me the moment he thrust two fingers inside of me.

His were longer, and a little wider than Stefano’s and remembering him that night at the bar, I had to ask, “Did you wish that it was you?”

“Me, what?” he asked as he trailed kisses from my neck to my shoulder.

“Did you wish that it was your fingers inside of me? Did you want to trade places with him, especially when I came all over them. So wet... so hot... so—”

Before I could get another word out, his fingers were gone, and I was in his arms. He carried me over to his bed and dropped me on top of it. I could see how dark both of his different-colored eyes had gotten and when he removed his shirt, I stared up at the most glorious sight I had ever seen. Hard chiseled muscle as far as the eye could see. There were some noticeable scars which I assume came with his lifestyle, and the dark ink that crept up his tanned arms. There was a lion from his wrist to elbow, and something else just below his shoulder that I couldn’t make out.

His muscles rippled, especially when he tore at his sweats. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock as it bobbed against his stomach once his pants were gone. I wasn’t even the slightest bit surprised that he went commando, but I was glad that he did. He leaned over me, and in a flash, my thong was gone. My bra soon followed, and I shook my head when he went to take my robe, too.

I didn’t know why I was even concerned about it when I should’ve been ending whatever this was between us. There was something there, however, and maybe in a different world or a different life... No, I stopped myself from thinking about that at all. If there had been something other than this nightmare I’d been in over the last decade, I would be the doctor that I had always dreamed of becoming and more focused on healing people than the bitter, revenge fueled woman dead set on ending lives, instead of saving them. Oh, how the na?ve had fallen.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard and give us both what we’ve been wanting,” he warned and that promise made me whimper.

Nazario covered my body with his, but he didn’t thrust into me as I had hoped. Instead, he smirked as he teased me. I was too far gone in this moment to give a damn, though. He was incinerating my control and I loved every second of it, rubbing myself wantonly against him. He could distract me with just a kiss and weaken me with his touch. The longer I allowed this charade to play on, the more he’d destroy me in the end.

I knew it. And, he knew it, too. Yet, when the tip of his cock pierced my opening, I welcomed him, and the world of hurt that would follow. “Yes, Naz. Fuck me!”

Those large hands of his spread my thighs even farther apart and held them roughly causing pain to skyrocket down each of my legs. Still, I pushed forward needing to feel every inch of him inside me.

“Damn, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned.

I felt his shaft as it split me open, the pain morphing into a pleasure I’d never felt before. Did I actually think he’d destroy me afterward? I underestimated him because once he was fully seated and I looked into eyes as dark as coal, I realized that he already had.

Our eyes stay locked together even when he started to move. Enter. Retreat. Enter. Retreat. It went on forever and every second that passed only unraveled me that much more. I was lost in the moment. Every nerve ending in my body was aflame, and when his dark shadow fell over my body once more, he stopped.

“What are you d—” I went to ask, only to be interrupted.

“I want you to promise me something,” he said, his voice low and terse.

“And I want you to fuck me,” I told him, grinding my hips trying to make him move. He was as impenetrable as the concrete walls surrounding this estate.

“First, a promise,” he responded.

“What,” I whimpered in frustration.

“I want you to promise that when we’re done, you’ll go anywhere but here.”

Suddenly, I realized what he hoped to accomplish with this seduction attempt. My own need to climax could easily be remedied by myself so I pushed at his chest. He was unmovable and when my eyes reached his again, I saw the amusement in those darkened depths.

“No,” I told him, insolently.

“No?” he asked, slowly pulling out. He kept my gaze pinned to his, then slammed forward.

“N-no,” I stammered as I repeated myself. Fuck! He felt so good inside of me.

Nazario pulled out again and although I was bracing for the next thrust, he slid back inside me so slowly, making me groan. “His undoing is all mine, Viviana. You don’t want to challenge me on this.”

I once again tried to push at his chest, this time moving him possibly an inch at the most. My own frustration, sexual and mental, was growing. “No, I’ve come too far to turn away now.”

There was no way I would agree to this. His growl of displeasure made me shiver but I held firm.

“He’ll hurt y—” he began to say.

“I’m going to kill him, Naz.”

“It’s too dangerous,” he hissed.

I’ve had enough of this conversation. There was no way in hell I’ll simply forget all the time I put into exacting vengeance and just walk away. There was no dick on the planet good enough for that.

“Either make me come or get the hell off of me,” I spat out.

A grin spread across his lips, making him even more devilishly handsome than before. “That’s what I’m doing, Viviana.” He started moving with a little more urgency, but he never took his eyes off of me. There’s an intensity inside them and it was as if he was trying to save my face to memory. I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to the punch. “Whether I allow you to come or not depends on whether you answer correctly.”

“We’re back to this again,” I asked between pants. His speed increased, and each thrust had me catapulting closer to the edge. I only needed a little more. As if he recognized that, he lowered his head to my neck and chuckled, the vibrations from the sound sending goosebumps up and down my arms.

His wicked mouth continued to move higher until he was able to latch onto my ear lobe. “So, what’s it going to be?”

Whatever trance I was in broke, and I turned away from him. Nazario truly thought he could fuck me into submission. He was wrong. Nothing would stop me from exacting revenge on those who’ve wronged me. “No, I won’t leave until I do what I came here to do.”

He bit down onto my ear while he slowly pulled out of me. My frustration continued to soar higher. I was able to slip my hands between his hard chest and mine, and was about to try to use my palms to push him off when he slammed back into me. This time, he doesn’t stop to tease, or harass, me.

“Wrong answer,” he said as his tongue dipped into my ear.

“Naz” I moaned out in pleasure.

He was driving into me with such power and force that all I could do was cling to him. The edge of release was finally within reach. The months and years I’ve spent getting close to Stefano, working my way into his trust and organization, never yielded the climax that Nazario was teasing me with. I needed it, desperately, more than even my next breath. Then, he stops.

“More,” I cried out as I tried to angle my body into a position that would allow me to rub myself against him until I orgasmed.

He was having none of it. “Not until you give me what I want.”

“I hate you,” I told him, positive that I truly meant it in that moment. If I had to get myself off tonight, there would be hell to pay. I opened my mouth to tell him as much, but his lips seized mine in a brutal kiss. There was nothing tender about the way he tried to neutralize me. His tongue darted inside, tracing the roof of my mouth before he pulled away.

He pressed off me, yet still caged me between those muscular arms of his, ones already showing the strain from him holding back. Nazario was now back to fucking me with long, powerful strokes. I closed my eyes and arched toward the release I hoped to find. And then just like that, he withdrew from me and rocked back onto his heels. “Tsk tsk, Viviana, and just when I was about to make you scream.”

I pushed him away from me and scrambled into a seated position of my own. My body was primed and ready for something he wouldn’t give me without my having to give everything up that I’d worked so hard for. Fuck that!

“Fuck you, Naz.”

I pushed him off of me and slid out of bed. My lingerie was in a torn heap on the floor, but my robe was in good enough condition to cover me as I hurried to the door. Before I could open it, I found myself pressed against it. “I won’t allow you to get hurt, Viviana. At least any more than you’ve already been. I—”

Able to use my ass to gain some much-needed space, I slipped out of his grasp. Taking advantage of his surprise, I pinned him to the wall, keeping him imprisoned via my kneecap to his balls. “I don’t like being toyed with, and I sure as hell don’t take to being threatened.” I pressed my kneecap harder against him. “You’re either friend or enemy, and darling, you’ve just chosen your side. Keep away from me or I’ll rip these off and feed them to you.”

I stepped away quickly, then escaped out the nearby door. I didn’t stay long enough to even catch my breath. I hurried back to my quarters and made sure to lock the door behind me. Only then did I exhale, breathing harshly until it normalized.