Chapter 13

Chapter

Thirteen

A lbert cleared his throat. I think he is still recovering from the scare I gave him when I walked out of the basement into the kitchen. "I have been keeping watch, sir, as you would expect me to do. Mrs. Valdici is doing extraordinarily well under the circumstances. I'm not up on all the business dealings, but I understand that she has stepped into your shoes rather seamlessly with Signore Angelo's help."

My mind drifts back to seeing Angelo at the cemetery with his hand on the small of Mia's back. If she's fucking him, I will make life painful for both before I end them.

"So, my wife has filled my shoes," I growl.

Albert starts. "Oh no, sir. That's not what I meant at all. She is doing her best to keep control and doing well at it. That's all I meant to say. No one can fill your shoes sir."

From anyone else I would take this as sucking up, but Albert has always been a straightforward kind of creature. It's in his nature. Firangelis take a humanoid form when they are in this world but in the magick realm they are much bigger. They are incredibly loyal and smart. I was lucky to find Albert. Most prefer to stay in the magick realm. The human world is not so kind .

Albert pulls a bottle of Dom out of the fridge. "May I pour you a glass, sir? Mrs. Valdici likes to have a glass before she goes to bed."

My eyes narrow. Mia has taken up drinking in my absence. I distinctly remember telling her I didn't want her getting drunk. Meting out punishment for her disobedience is going to be …sweet. "I'll pass, but I will take the glass up to my wife. I'm certain she'll be excited to see me."

Grabbing the glass, I head to my bedroom. She went up a few minutes ago but I had to wait until the house cleared out.

You good? Luca asks. Nico and I are heading out. We'll stop by tomorrow for a chat.

All good here. And thanks.

As I climb the stairs, my thoughts turn to the scene in my office. My little kitten is actually a big, snarling tiger. I am impressed. Nico and Luca gave me a play-by-play as it was happening. She handled the capos like a pro. Maybe too well. Maybe she is behind my ‘death.' I didn't believe so, but I will find out one way or another tonight. Now.

I walk in, set the glass of champagne on her nightstand, and then move to a dark corner of the room. Mia emerges from the bathroom and lets out a long breath. I watch as she exhales. I can hear her heartbeat as it starts to slow. Adrenaline is still coursing through her veins and the smell is sweetly acrid. She pulls out the pins holding her hair and drops them on the bedside table as she shakes out her long, dark curls. She grabs the glass of champagne and takes a deep drink. The black dress she's wearing hugs her curves in a way that makes my dick harden. I am going to have my wife tonight.

I walk up behind her and clamp a hand over her nose and mouth. She drops the champagne glass and starts to struggle. "Miss me, la mia tigre ?" I snarl as my wife fights to get my hand off her mouth. She truly is my tiger. She freezes at the sound of my voice.

I spin our bodies so she sees us in the mirror across the room. Mia stares at me with her dark eyes the size of golf balls. I still have my hand over her mouth. She's stopped struggling, but I'm not willing to let her go. I grab both wrists and hold them tightly. "You look surprised. Did you think I was dead? Did you think your plan succeeded?"

Her eyebrows snap together, and she makes a sound under my hand. She twists her head, trying to get my hand off her mouth.

"If you scream, I'll snap your neck. Are we clear?" My tiger needs to be tamed, and threats might be the only way to handle her.

She glares at me through our reflection. There's fire in her eyes. She's royally pissed off. Good. That makes two of us. Slowly, she nods, and I move my hand from her mouth. I grab her around the neck instead and stare into her dark eyes.

"Renzo," she breathes. "Where the fuck did you come from?"

Not what I was expecting. I growl, "Did you miss me, baby?" I ask as I dip my head to her neck and breathe in her scent. "I've missed you. I hear you've been running things since my death."

She stares at my reflection. I know she's genuinely surprised at my return, but is it because she was the one who set me up to begin with?

"Yeah, and I'm kicking ass at it." Then she frowns. "But you're dead. I know you were dead. How could you possibly be alive?"

I squeeze her neck just a little bit more. "Is that why you tried to kill me? Because you wanted to run things yourself? When I didn't stay in jail you decided to kill me? No one questions my power. No one tries to kill me and lives. But first, I'm gonna make you pay for your betrayal."

"You… I took over because you were in jail, and then you were dead. You died in front of me."

I smile a cold little smile as I nuzzle her neck once again. "I was merely a bit under the weather. It takes a lot more than a few bullets to kill me." I show my fangs. "A lot more."

Mia's eyes flare wide and she stops breathing. Her carotid hammers erratically under my fingertips, and adrenaline fills her blood, sweet and acrid. God, I want a taste of her blood, and I'm fucking going to have it. I lean into her and feel her curves against the length of me. It's been a long two weeks, and I am stoked to fuck my wife and then possibly kill her. "If it wasn't you, dear wife, then who was it? Who ‘killed' me?" I snarl and squeeze her pretty little neck. I breathe her in, and she still smells like strawberries.

"No," she rasps. "You…you're a monster."

I smile, letting my fangs grow even longer. "I am a monster, and you're going to fucking tell me what I want to know, or I will make your death as painful as possible, but not before I fuck you, many, many times, my little gattina."

Mia gulps air. "I…would…never…kill…you. I'm…not stupid…I know…it would be…a…death sentence." Her fingernails dig into my wrist as if that will make me release her.

I am inches from her. I stare into her dark eyes and for the first time since I had been shot, I feel the knots in my gut ease. I believe her. Mia hadn't tried to kill me.

"I…was…shot too." She struggles to get the words out, so I ease up a bit on her throat.

"What?" I demand.

"I was shot, too," she says again. My wife licked her lips, and I couldn't help but follow the path of her tongue with my gaze. "I don't know if you realized that when you were…whatever. I…vampire…you're a vampire."

I smile. "Yes, my little gattina. You are married to a vampire." I'm enjoying this. Her fear adds a particular flavor to her scent, and it's making me hard as rock.

"Vampires…real."

"Oh yes. We're real…and we're deadly."

She said she was shot. I have to know if it's true. I shift my weight back a bit and glance down. I let go of her neck and pull up her dress. It comes up over her thighs to expose her garters and lace thong. My cock jumps painfully at the sight of the black fabric against her creamy skin. I keep pulling her dress up until I see the scar on her flat belly. Rage washes over me. Someone shot my wife. My fucking wife. They will die for this.

I look back at her face. "Who?" I demand. I will have my vengeance for this. "Who dares to hurt you? "

She shakes her head. "I don't know. Couldn't find out. Tried everything. Angelo?—"

I cut her off. "Is he fucking you?" There's a flicker in her dark eyes. The flecks of gold in her irises stand out as her pupils contract slightly. My heart stutters in my chest. Someone shot my wife, and now the man I thought was my right hand is fucking her.

I turn her head and capture her mouth, forcing my tongue inside. She's slow to respond so I increase the pressure on her neck. Bitterness and lust courses through me. Unreasonable rage burgeons in my chest at the idea she'd let any man other than me fuck her. But I shove the thoughts away. I'm going to have her, take what's mine, and make her beg.

I release her neck and raise her dress back up. I run my hand up her thigh and then rub her pussy through her thong. "I'm going to make you so fucking wet. You're going to beg me to fuck you, beg me to put my cock inside you, but maybe I won't. I don't want to be anywhere Angelo's already been," I growl in disgust. I back her up to the glass door.

"I…didn't?—"

"I don't want to hear it." Hear any lies. It's been a rough couple of weeks, and now I find out my consigliere is fucking my wife. I don't want to hear anything. "Not one fucking word." I spin her around and push her against the wall. I trap her hands above her head. I use my other hand to pull down her thong and garters. Then I slap her ass. It makes a satisfying sound. I slap her again. "You want to fuck other men? I'll teach you what happens when you let other men touch you." I slap her again, and she lets out a little moan.

"Don't make a sound, or I'll snap your neck." I'm so fucking hard I can't stand it. I unzip my dress pants and pull out my cock. I rub it between her ass cheeks as I smell her hair. God, she smells so fucking good. I rub my fingers over her clit, and she lets out another little moan. She was already drenched. God help me; she likes being spanked. She likes the feel of me on her ass. Another moan escapes her mouth. She's wet and getting wetter by the minute. This is what I've been dreaming about .

"You ready to fuck a vampire, baby? Is that what you want? Say it."

She turns her head away from me and stays silent.

I turn her head back. "Say it, tigre , or I will make it hurt so much more than necessary." I will break her will. She will obey me.

"Yes," she breathes. "I want to fuck you." There's defiance in her gaze, and fear, but there's also lust.

I slap her ass again. "You like that, don't you, baby? You like it to hurt a little, my little slut." I go back to rubbing her slick folds. She's so ready for me. "You want me to fuck you, baby girl?" She bites her lip but nods. I sink my fingers inside her. Her hips buck. I jam my fingers in harder, and then I freeze. I pull my hand out to find blood on my fingertips. The scent is amazing. Even better, she is still a virgin.

"You're still a virgin? You weren't fucking Angelo?"

She meets my gaze with a small shudder. "God, no. He wants to, but I fought him off." Her eyes are huge, and her chest is heaving. My wife has been loyal to me even though she thought I was dead.

The reality of that sinks in. That's more loyalty than anyone except my brothers has ever shown me, and she was only my wife for a few hours before everything went to hell.

But her eyes. She flinched when I mentioned Angelo. "What the fuck is up with Angelo? I saw you. I saw you when you left. He touched you." My hand rolls into a fist at the thought.

"You were watching? How long have you been watching me?" she demands.

"A while." It's a lie. I just arrived today. "Tell me about Angelo," I growl.

"Angelo has a thing for me. He has since I saved him. He's been hitting on me constantly." She glances down at her arm. "He got aggressive today. I've decided to replace him." Her gaze meets mine, and there's fire in her eyes.

I look at the dark, bruised skin on her arm. "He did this to you?"

"Yes, earlier tonight."

"I'll fucking end him. He hurt what's mine." My Mia. I'll make him pay. I met her gaze. "I will rip his throat out in front of you so you will know he is dead. And then I will have him dismembered and fed to the dark creatures."

She shudders, but there's a small light of triumph in her eyes. She's getting a taste for this life. It makes me smile, revealing my fangs once again. "You like that idea. You want to see him die."

She begins to shake her head but stops and then utters a quiet "Yes."

My gattina has blood lust. That, and the fact that she's still a virgin, makes me want her even more. I glance down at the blood on my fingers. I pull the dress over her head and undo her bra, dropping them both to the floor. Then I run the blood over her nipple with my fingers and bend my head to lick it off. So fucking sweet.

I continue to suck her nipple while I stick my fingers deeper inside her.

"Renzo," Mia moans. "Fuck me, Renzo. I've waited long enough."

I turn her around to face the wall and pull her hands above her head. "It's going to hurt so fucking good, baby. I want you to cry out for me. Tell me when it hurts."

She turns to look at me and nods.

"But if it gets too much, gattina, you must tell me to stop. I have the power to break you. Do you understand?"

Mia frowns. "I…don't?—"

"I'm a monster, Mia. Never forget it. I'm stronger than any human. I can literally fuck you to death, so you have to tell me if I go too far." Up until this moment, I didn't realize how much I wanted Mia alive. I want to fuck her for days on end. Maybe weeks. I do not want her to die. She is mine, and I will have her over and over again. I want her by my side. I love her strength and fierce spirit. I need her at least until I find out who is behind the chaos.

I kiss her neck hard enough to bruise her flesh, and she winces. "See, my little gattina. I can break you. You need to tell me if you need me to stop."

She bites her lip and nods. I capture her lips and kiss her fiercely as I run one hand over her hip and run my other hand over her pussy. I squeeze her ass and put my fingers inside her, rubbing her clit. "You like this, baby? You want to fuck your vampire?"

"God, yes," she breathes. Her hips are bucking to my rhythm. I go faster, rubbing her g-spot and nipping her neck. I squeeze her nipple with my other hand while I finger fuck her. Mia's hips buck and she moans my name. She rocks against my fingers. I know she's going to come. I squeeze her throat slightly as I slam my fingers inside her and curl them over her g-spot. She lets out a small sound as I squeeze her throat. Her body heaves, and then her legs give out and I catch her.

"You like that, baby?"

"Yes, Renzo. That was amazing," she pants as I hold her up.

"That was only the beginning, baby."

I turn her around and guide her over to the bed, where I put her face down. "Get up on your hands and knees," I tell her. She does it slowly.

"Faster," I say and slap her ass lightly.

She pulls herself up and looks back at me. The fear is back. It's like an aphrodisiac. "Are you afraid of me, baby?"

"No," she says, but we both know she's lying.

"I can smell your fear, baby. And that's good. You should be afraid of me." I take off my shirt, and I can see her studying my chest, looking for bullet holes. I know she still can't truly comprehend that I'm a vampire. No rush. She will. I drop my pants, and she stares at my erection. "You like that, gattina? You want to taste it?"

"Yes," she says then turns toward me. I slap her ass again. "Did I say you could move?"

"Fuck you," she says as she glares at me but goes back to her original position.

"Now you can turn and suck my dick."

Mia doesn't move. I smile. "Oh, my tigre , you want to fight with me?" I slap her ass hard, and she gasps. I do it again, and she lets out a little mew. I touch her pussy, and she's already drenched again. "You like this, baby? You like it when I slap your ass?"

She stays silent.

"You want to be punished? Good, I like punishing you…but be ca reful, gattina, it may hurt more than you think." I slap her ass again and then run my cock between her butt cheeks. "Do as I say, or I will fuck your ass, and that will really hurt. You're not ready for that one, baby girl. Come suck my cock."

"You're an asshole," she spits.

I smile. "Yes, I am. Come suck me."

She glares at me but turns toward my dick. She sticks out her tongue and licks the tip. I want to force my cock into her mouth, but I don't. She's going to hurt when I'm done with her. No need for it to happen all at once. I let her slide my dick into her mouth. "That feels so good, baby girl. You like the taste of me?"

She nods as she starts to suck. It's fucking amazing. I want to slam my cock all the way down her throat, but if I let her continue I'll hurt her.

"Enough, gattina. Go back to your hands and knees."

"But, Renzo," she pouts, "I want to suck you off. I like having you in my mouth."

"Not now," I say. "I have something else in store for you."