Chapter 5

I didn’t see Viviana for several days after my last attempt to get her to drop this suicide mission she was on. I had tried to find her later that night, but she had been with my father, and I couldn’t allow Stefano to suspect anything. I did see her with him in a room that he often reserved for those times when he needed to get truly rough. I had thought about interrupting him, even if just to tell him about Leonardo, but when I heard her screams of pleasure, I left the two of them alone. She might enjoy what he was doing to her, but there was no way she could ever prefer anything he did over me.

I had shaken my head as soon as that thought entered it. What the hell was I doing? I was becoming obsessed with her, and it wasn’t even because I was all that attracted to her. Well, that might not have been a lie years ago in school, but it was now, because all I wanted to do was sink back inside of her and make her cry even louder than the monster upstairs.

“Pot meet kettle,” I muttered when I realized that I might actually be eviler than the very man who’d sired me. I wasn’t bad in the same ways as Stefano, but I was certainly more ruthless than him, and one day soon, everything he had would be mine. That included the woman I now couldn’t shake.

Viviana Spataro was a bombshell. She had a body that others would kill for, including mile long legs I wanted nothing more than to drape over my neck as I ate at her wet pussy. It was more than sexual with her, though. Even fully dressed, she wore her greatest feature which was confidence, and it would also be her biggest downfall if she didn’t listen to reason. She would hear nothing of it. Her rage and indignation at my very suggestion that she try didn’t even mar the classical beauty of her face.

Her face was sharply defined, especially those gorgeous eyes and full lips. Her skin used to be pale like porcelain, but she’d been tanning, and the sun-kissed hues made her even more irresistible. She was more than simple looks. Unlike other mistresses of my father, I knew she was intelligent, book smart to a fault. She was so smart back in school, and while she wasn’t using common sense right now, I knew she had truly thought and planned this revenge scheme out. Unfortunately, even the best laid plans often went awry, as hers would undoubtedly do.

“You’re acting so foolish,” I said aloud, calling her every bit of the fool she was acting like.

Despite all of that, I had still gone in search of a squillo on the estate and spent the remainder of the night fucking her while thinking of another woman. When I had finally accomplished what I’d been trying to do, the orgasm I had was fucking powerful. I left the woman in a boneless heap in the room I had taken her, and then I returned to my own.

The following morning, I had gotten a chance to tell my father about his trusted friend, and I let him hear the confession for himself. Something akin to pain flashed across the old man’s features, but I knew it couldn’t be regret or hurt because that would require a heart and we both knew he didn’t possess one. Stefano then told me that he and Viviana were going to the Sicilian countryside for a few days, and then they were gone.

I had hoped to use that time to forget about her. After all, it’d be a matter of time before she was tossed aside as all the others had been, and that was if she lived to regret ever getting mixed up with him to begin with. My father often tired of women and after he broke them down, they became disposable which often meant they would be forced to live out their days as a squillo for the organization to run through while watching him move on to the one that had taken her place, or he would traffick them off to someone else where they’d never be seen or heard from again.

Viviana would be the perfect candidate for the latter simply because she had no siblings and her parents had both passed away in a car accident years earlier. There would be no one to miss her, so he could upgrade without anyone batting an eye. If she fought him on it, she’d end up like her friend, and so many others before and after, that struggled until their very deaths.

“I can’t let him destroy you,” I swore with vehemence. By saving her, perhaps I could save my own soul. While one woman didn’t make up for all of the others I had allowed to be hurt, it would make sure that another didn’t suffer a similar fate which had to count for something.

I didn’t know how to convince her other than through seduction so the night that they returned, I went down to the pool to plan my next move. Stefano was gone to his nightclub and would be there for hours, and I knew Viviana would stay home. It wasn’t often that my father would allow any woman at his different businesses, and that hadn’t changed when he’d gotten together with her.

I looked up from my chaise lounge when a shadow crossed in front of me. It was Viviana. I could not only tell from the shape of her silhouette, but from the scent that I knew was uniquely hers. She always smelled of raspberries, the tartness mingled with a hint of something so sweet and intoxicating that it often grabbed my attention. And, it wasn’t the only thing that did. As I raised my brow and watched her from beneath my lashes, my dick immediately got hard. She was in another sheer robe that hid nothing from my hungry gaze.

“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she told me as she moved closer to where I sat.

There was a fluidity in the sway of her hips that had me imagining how it’d feel to have her sweet pussy riding my long, thick cock. She’d take in every inch of me, and I would come so hard inside of her. I already knew how tight and hot she was, and it merely pissed me off more that my father was the one to get to enjoy it day in and day out. Even taking away her sensual charms, she was feisty, and I knew she’d keep my cock hard long after I fucked her.

“Are you going to say something, or just stare at me all night?”

Her question had me smirking. She didn’t want to carry on a conversation with me, and we both knew it. I rose from my seat and moved over to her. She shivered when I lightly dragged two fingers down her arms. “And, what is this something that you want me to say?”

I leaned in and used my nose to nudge aside the long, silken locks of her ebony hair. I then trailed kisses along her collarbone, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.

“I came down here for a late night swim, and nothing more.”

I continued to grin at her lie. She knew I’d been down here because I had seen her on the balcony not even an hour before. She’d been with my father. Seeing the two of them together infuriated me. I had come to realize in the weeks she’d been with Stefano that he was very fond of this woman. If he didn’t get bored, or her true intentions stayed hidden, he might even marry her.

Everyone knew to whom she belonged, or did they? The way that Viviana was moaning at my touch only confirmed what I knew. She was attracted to me, and in a way that she would never be with my father. She was also putting herself in harm’s way and it would pain me to have her get caught up in my thirst for revenge against Stefano, and end up nothing more than collateral damage in a deadly game she’d been warned to give up.

My hands moved up the front of her and when I squeezed her firm breasts in my palms, she let out an aroused sigh. “I think that you’re lying. To me, and to yourself.”

She slapped my hands away and turned around to face me. Her eyes burned with all the passion that I one day wished to unleash. The wicked things that I had dreamed of doing to this female burned inside of me like adrenaline, fueling me to pull her closer and take her where we stood. The only reason I did not was because the same way we had seen one an hour ago, my father could return home and step outside onto the balcony and see the same.

“Believe what you want, Naz.” She then looked down to see how hard I was for her. To be honest, it was a constant state of arousal, and had been long before I ever laid eyes on her a year ago. I watched as she began to smirk, and nearly growled when her dainty hands moved to the belt of her robe. My eyes narrowed in on her candy apple red nails, perfectly manicured, and long enough to leave hellacious scratches down my back.

“Be careful,” I warned, my tone conveying just how close she was to being bent over this chair and fucked six ways to Sunday.

She ignored the warning and opened the robe completely, displaying her full breasts and toned flesh to me. She was completely flawless, and I knew exactly how smooth her skin was. I wanted to fuck her. Hell, I wanted to completely own her in every way, and maybe once I took out my father, I could take everything that was his, including this female. Was she really that, though?

If she was Stefano’s, she wouldn’t be shedding her robe and teasing a man known to despise such things, while looking up at me with such pleading eyes. Mine locked in on hers, and I felt myself sinking beneath the dark surface of them. I was drowning in those black pools, and she knew it. Her tongue slowly peeked out from between her luscious lips, and I had to tamp back my growl and show some restraint when she slowly slid it across her bottom one. Side to side. I watched as she dangerously provoked me, all while imagining that hot mouth of hers wrapped around my cock.

“You’re seconds away from getting fucked,” I told her.

Her haughty laugh should’ve grated on my nerves, but it only made me harder. “Promises, promises, Naz. I remember the last time, and I’ve had better.”

I knew exactly what she was referring to, and her last quip was brushed aside. She wanted me that night, and she still did. I’d wanted to convince her to give up this suicide mission she was on, but she had rebuffed my offer to her. In return, I’d punished her by showing her what she was missing out on as long as she intended to hold onto this stubbornness. Her earlier words only confirmed that she was not reconsidering my offer, or warning, as she’d soon see.

I didn’t respond to her attempt to get my goat. I instead turned and walked back to my chair. She let out a small huff, and I only turned around when something soft and silky hit my upper back. I looked at my feet where her robe now lay, then turned to see her dive gracefully into the pool.

A streak of moonlight cut through the center, illuminating one side of the pool while leaving the other cloaked in darkness. That one corner was of course the one she chose to swim to. I smirked and removed my shorts, now just as naked as she was. Since she had her back turned to me, she didn’t know that I had gotten undressed, too.

I didn’t even dive into the water, instead choosing to step into the pool from the shallow end, then swimming stealthily underwater toward her. When I was in grasp of her, I tugged on her leg and could hear her scream from above the water. If I could hear it, odds were that someone else might as well.

She kicked wildly as she fought her way back above the surface, and only when her foot got close to a specific region of my anatomy did I let her go so she could. I then joined her and when she turned and raised her hand to me, I grabbed it in time to stop her from slapping me.

She raised her other and I growled out in warning. “I wouldn’t advise that if I were you, Viviana.”

She let out her own version of a growl, and I felt her relax. I still held onto her small wrist, especially once I backed her into the corner. Our bodies were now skin to skin, and I knew she could feel my cock twitch against her. Her breath was still coming in short pants, and this time when I looked into her eyes, there was definitely something burning inside of them.

I didn’t give her a chance to say anything as I fused my mouth to hers. There were a few seconds of resistance, but as she’d come to realize, fighting me was futile. Teasing me, however, was not, and as she rubbed one of her upper thighs against me, I only got harder. We both knew what was going to happen soon. I was going to fuck her so completely that no one, including my father, would ever be able to claim her. Stefano might own her at the moment, but it was superficial at best. She didn’t come for him, as I had realized early on. It was me that she was picturing when taking my father’s wretched cock inside of her. Her desire was mine, and one day, her heart would be, too.

I deepened the kiss, plundering every inch of her mouth with my tongue before I started to nip on hers. Viviana’s hands moved over me, and once or twice, her nails would nick a specific spot or two. Eventually, she wrapped them around my neck and surrendered so beautifully to me. Our tongues dueled with one another, neither willing to give up complete control, although I suspected she was partially there already.

I was Nazario Vaccaro, the only man feared more than my father in these parts. I ruled this area with enviable power, leaving a string of bodies in my wake. Some were ones that I had taken out due to necessity, and others were ones destroyed simply because I could. The women were different, though. I did leave a trail of destruction where they were concerned, although it was more from broken hearts and wounded pride than anything else.

One of her hands slid lower and I groaned against her lips as her hand wrapped around my cock. Even though it felt good as hell to feel her stroking me, it was her mouth I wanted to feel there more. Pulling away, I didn’t mince words as I told her as much. “I want your lips on me.”

She smirked, drawing attention to those very lips I just spoke about. Her tongue darted out as she wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and drew me closer. She traced the seam of my lips with it, and when they parted, she slid one of her fingers between them instead.

“Show me how to please you, Naz.”

I blinked, unable to believe that I was hearing the words coming out of her mouth. She’d gone from being confrontational on the lanai, to being so submissive at the moment. I looked into her eyes to see what type of game she was playing, but all I found was some remarkable form of sincerity swirling around inside of them.

I pulled her hand away from my mouth. “What kind of game are you playing?”

She smiled, but remained silent for a few long seconds before she spoke, “Why must I be playing with you. Are you really some toy able to be easily manipulated?”

I chuckled. “Hardly. You’re crossing a dangerous line, not just with me, but with the man that you pretend to love. You—”

“I hate him,” she seethed, returning to the woman I had recently come to know.

“And you hate me, too,” I replied, stating the obvious.

“I do,” she confirmed, before pressing her lips to my bearded chin. She kissed her way to my ear all while melding herself to me like a second skin. All it would take was for her to raise her leg just an inch and I would be able to push inside of her. “But I want you. When I was in Taormina, I would lay with your father, but it was your touch that I ached for.”

While I suspected there to be some truth to this, the fact that she was so openly admitting it had me wondering what angle she was working on now. I grabbed her by the throat and held her away from me. I was about to end this, but before I could even get the first word out, my father’s voice echoed in the darkness. I released her immediately, and she disappeared under the surface of the water just as Stefano rounded the corner.