Chapter 6

Stefano had come home earlier than expected, and I wished now that I would’ve waited to come down to the pool. I had just been so restless in that big house all by myself. I grew up in much more modest place, and I didn’t have staff at my beck and call like Stefano did. As it was, I tended to see and speak to them more than the man who’d brought me here. I wasn’t too torn up over that as I had spent years learning the ins and outs of his life, and I knew the man at this point better than he probably knew himself. Unfortunately, that research hadn’t stopped at him. I also knew Nazario that well, and I was less able to avoid him.

He was my lover’s son, and he would soon be an orphan once I took out his father. I should’ve been avoiding him, yet here I was rubbing against him like an animal in heat. Perhaps my jaded mind had turned me into one over the years. I knew with each one that passed, I grew more determined to finish what I’d started. Would tonight be the night I would need to do that?

Before I could even think about that, I had to hide to avoid being caught. There was no way I could get out of the pool and not be noticed, so I did what I had to do. Ducking under the surface of the water, I was now glad that I had perfected holding my breath for long lengths of time. I’d heard the rumors. Hell, everyone in Napoli had. Stefano, Nazario, and a lot of other criminals like them would resort to a number of different tactics to get what they wanted. I had been terrified of the tales of those water boarded, and because of those horrible stories, I made sure I would be able to outlast something like that if it ever came down to it. I certainly didn’t plan to be the one begging for my life, but I was prepared in case my arrogance was misplaced.

I could hear the two voices, although I couldn’t make out a syllable of what either were saying. I had to bide my time and as I reached around for his body to keep myself steady, I rubbed up against something else. Inwardly, I smirked, then ran my hands up and down his shaft. He was so hard, and I hadn’t been lying when I told him that I ached for him. It’d gotten so bad for me that I had to even imagine his voice and the very thing I held in the palm of my hands when I tried to make myself come.

“You’re crossing a dangerous line,”he’d just warned me minutes earlier.

If he only knew how true that was for not just me, but him as well. I wrapped one hand around the back of his legs while the other continued to stroke him. I pulled myself closer and once steady, I replaced my hand with my mouth, feeling his body tense up immediately.

I’d never gotten this far with him before, but I had a feeling that I knew what he liked. I researched him and his lifestyle enough, and it was one of the reasons why I wasn’t scared of anything he could do to me sexually. The Vaccaro men had connections, but I did as well. Over the years, I’d cozied up to some bad men, and they had made me stronger. Under their hands, I was able to learn everything that I would need to in order to satisfy men with insatiable appetites like them. There was very little I wouldn’t allow these men to do to me, and only because I knew they would pay for every hurt in the end.

The thrill of the chase was exhilarating. After Donna had been murdered and I returned to Napoli, I was but a shell of myself. There was a gaping hole in my chest, and I supposed it was where my heart once sat. I didn’t love anyone or anything anymore. All I lived for was revenge, and soon, vengeance would be mine. Until that time...

I focused on sucking him into my mouth. It was a slight bit harder, considering I was underwater, but I could tell by the tension in his body that he felt it all. I also knew how much he was enjoying it because every time I went to pull away, he would push my head down. I wanted to see his eyes as I sucked him off. Gripping his balls in my hand, I tried to massage them the best that I could from this vantage point, and I imagined the look on his face as he came down my throat. He’d want to gloat about having me on my knees, but we both knew deep down that I’d always have him by the balls as I did now.

Seconds later, I was yanked so hard from the water that I almost forgot to breathe when my head broke the surface. I choked once or twice, then rapidly sucked oxygen back into my air starved lungs. My throat burned and tears leaked pitifully down my cheeks. My breaths came in sharp, heavy pants until I finally got it under control. Once I did, I looked up into eyes so dark that it made the sky above seem lit.

“Viviana,” he rasped, his voice sounding strained. Before I could answer, he fused his mouth to mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and didn’t even offer the slightest bit of protest when he pinned my back against the tiled wall of the pool. Seconds later, more than just his tongue plunged inside of me and I arched closer to him. He drove into me like a man possessed, and I savored every moment of it.

Nazario bit at my tongue and lips and when he finally pulled away to suckle on my neck, I remembered his father. “Stefano?” I asked in a whisper.

He stopped and I almost thought that I had angered him at first. He tipped my chin up so that I was forced to look up at him. Our eyes met and the heat in his gaze nearly singed me. “He didn’t see us.”

I let out the breath that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, then tried to pull him back to me. If Stefano hadn’t caught us, then why did he stop and why wouldn’t he continue? “Fuck me,” I pleaded, needing to take everything that had been promised to me and more.

“We can’t do this.” His words made my head fly back as if I had been struck.

“But I...”

“He intends to marry you.”

I shook my head vehemently at that. “Never,” I spat out. I didn’t even care if it was in revulsion or disgust. It was an honest reaction, and I realized that was what was so different between father and son. With one, I had to fake an attraction... fake my orgasms... meanwhile with the other, it was all genuine. “I won’t do it.”

There seemed to be a slight note of sympathy in his gaze, but I didn’t want that. What I needed was for Nazario to fuck me enough to make me forget the world I was in, and why. If anyone could stop time and give me an ounce of pleasure that wasn’t forced, coerced, or rehearsed, then it would be him.

“You must, so I have to let you begin planning the festivities until I can find the right moment to take him out myself.”

“I’m going to do it,” I told him, grabbing his face and holding it between my palms. “I deserve this, and you will stand back and let me or else...”

He smirked, and it was the dangerous kind that still managed to turn me on. This very man could easily push me back under the water and hold me there until I took my last breath, but he wouldn’t because he liked me, too. I could sense it in the way he looked at me, and looked over me. Most of all, I knew it because he couldn’t keep his hands off of me any more than I could keep mine off of him.

“You will do nothing of the sort or else I’ll tell him what you’ve been planning, and death will be something you beg for, instead of something you fear, Viviana. You wouldn’t get out when I told you to, and now you’ll pay for it.”

“Fine, I’ll stay, but I’ll never marry him.” I was resolute in that.

“And, that’s why we can’t do this anymore.”

With those words, he pushed me away and turned his back on me. “I don’t understand.” God, how I wished that I did.

“And, you never will,” was all he said as he stood still in the pool.

Tears continued to streak down my cheeks. What have I gone and gotten myself into? This felt like a goodbye, and I had missed everything before it. I didn’t love Nazario. I didn’t even like him. I just wanted him more than my next breath. Almost forgetting to take it, I let out a small cough, then gathered what was left of my dignity and started toward the other end of the pool.

Halfway there, I turned. “I hate you, Nazario Vaccaro. Maybe while I’m fucking your father later tonight, I will convince him to take you out. After he does, I can end him and erase the memories of both of you forever from my head.”

I then held my head high as I continued toward the steps. I barely made it to them before he grabbed me from behind. He was inside of me within seconds, and with one hand in front of my mouth, the other wrapped around my throat. He powered into me with long, forceful strokes. Each one was more punishing than the one before it. The intensity of what could only be described as a “hate fuck” nearly did me in. Nazario showed no mercy. He kept fucking me harder and faster until all I could do was come over and over again. Each orgasm wrung from me felt hollow, but they still flowed like the water sloshing around us. By the time he finally pulled out, my arms and legs gave out and I fell onto my knees.

Nazario took one look at me, then walked around me before exiting the pool. No more words were said, but there didn’t need to be. He had given me what I so badly wanted, and proved to me that I might think I could forget about him, but I never would. If he hadn’t been imprinted inside my head already, he would be now.

I waited until he grabbed his things and left before hurrying out of the pool myself. My legs were like jelly, but I had to pull myself together because Stefano was home and there was no telling what he would want to do to me. I physically ached inside from Nazario’s rough fucking, and I had to prepare myself for at least the possibility of having to endure another, this time from someone whose dick I wanted to cut off and not suck dry.