Chapter 14

Chapter

Fourteen

F ear and excitement war inside me at Renzo's words. I want him to fuck me so badly but I'm not sure what he's going to do. I still can't believe he's alive. A vampire? No. They don't exist. It's got to be some kind of a joke. Some stupid prank he's playing on me. I have no idea how he faked his death, but I don't believe the vampire thing. I can't. Otherwise, I would be fucking a monster. I can't wrap my head around that.

"Get on your hands and knees."

Renzo is such an asshole in the bedroom. I hate the fact that his dominance turns me on so fucking much. Reluctantly, I settle on my hands and knees. He positions me at an angle and then tells me to look up. Now I can see us in the mirror. "You're gonna watch while I fuck you." He sticks his fingers in my pussy. I swear sucking his cock has made me wetter.

"What do you want, gattina? Tell me," he commands.

"I want you to fuck me," I say in a breathy voice. And it's true. I want him so badly it hurts. I hurt for him.

He pulls his fingers out and licks them. "You taste so good, my little gattina. "

I close my eyes and try to force the heat out of my cheeks. This is far more intimate than I ever imagined.

There's a sharp crack followed by a harsh sting radiating across my ass. "Don't close your eyes," Renzo snarls. "You will always keep your eyes open when we're fucking, Mia. Always."

I want to tell him to go to hell, but I'm slightly afraid of what he might do. And that fear excites me beyond belief. I'm already wet again, and he just put his fingers in my pussy. I widen my legs and push back against his hand. That orgasm was nothing like I've ever experienced before. I can always get myself off, but not like this. I want it again. And again. And again.

"You like my fingers inside you, baby?"

"Yes, Renzo." I push back against him.

"Good." He pulls his fingers out and holds them out to me while he grabs my breast and squeezes my nipple. "Taste yourself."

I don't want to, but Renzo squeezes harder, and I open my mouth. My pussy is wide open, and I am desperate for him. I would do anything at this point to feel his cock inside me. I suck his fingers.

"There's a good girl. You like how you taste, baby?" He rubs both of my breasts, and I push back against his cock.

"Renzo, I want you inside me. Fuck me." I meet his gaze in the mirror. He pinches my nipples once more, and I push harder against his cock. "Do it now. Please." I'm not above begging. I want to feel what it's like to fuck. To have his dick inside me.

"My little slut. You've waited long enough." He grabs my hips and pulls me back against the tip of his cock. The blunt crown prods at my entrance. Renzo licks his fingers and then runs one of them over the seam between my cheeks. He stops at the entrance to my ass. I stare at him in the mirror. Is he going to fuck me up the ass? I'm not ready for that. I know that will hurt. I've heard lots of stories.

"Renzo," I say.

"Not a word, baby." He plays with both entrances. I feel his cock slide inside my vagina just a little bit, and it hurts, but in a good way. I push back against him. I'm so wet I can't stand it. I watch his fingers on my ass and his dick at my entrance. He rubs my clit, and I widen my legs to take him. My breathing is ragged. "If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to come anyway."

Renzo's expression goes cold. "My little slut, you don't come until I say so." He squeezes my ass to remind me who is boss, but I'm too far gone. I'm so wet I can't stand it. I push back against him and rock my hips. Renzo grabs my hips and slams into me. I swear I see stars. He pulls out and does it again. And again. And God help me, I'm calling his name.

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back as he slams into me again and again. I can't stop myself. I come with a yell, and then Renzo slams into me once more before collapsing on top of me. I've never felt so fucking good in all of my life. I want this man to fuck me all day, every day. I don't care what game he's playing…I want him. I want him to ride me until I'm broken.

I lay on Renzo's chest, satiated. My body feels like liquid. I'm sore, but in a good way. That was better than anything I'd ever experienced, ever even dreamed of. I put my hand on his chest and gently explore it. How can there be no bullet wounds? How could he have survived? He says he's a vampire but how can vampires really exist? It all seems so extraordinary. I just can't wrap my brain around it. He must be playing an elaborate joke on me. Some kind of a magic trick. Maybe if I ask him, he'll tell me. Or maybe not. I think of the times that I thought I saw fangs, that he seemed to emanate some kind of darkness.

I must be losing my mind. Panic starts to crawl out of my belly.

Renzo's breathing is even. I slowly slide from his embrace and quietly get up. I pull on my robe and tiptoe from the room. My breathing is speeding up, and I seem powerless to stop it. I make my way down to the kitchen, hyperventilating the whole way. I find a paper bag and breathe into it.

Can it be true? Can Renzo really be a vampire? I breathe into the bag and try to reassure myself that I'm not insane. Maybe that was the whole point of all this. He wants to gaslight me so he can take over the family and I can be pushed out of the way. Completely discredited.

I put the bag down and lean against the kitchen sink. Who the hell am I kidding? Renzo would just kill me. Gaslighting me would take way too much effort. I'm not that important now that he's the head of the family. He got what he wanted. But what do I want?

I press my fingers to my mouth as I realize I want him to fuck me again and again.

I pour myself a glass of water and try to relax as the cool liquid rolls down my throat. I feel like I've entered the twilight zone, where nothing is real. I think about the times when I thought Renzo just might be otherworldly. When I recall the two bite marks on my neck, panic rises again. I reach for the bag when someone touches me.

"I knew you'd be up waiting for me," Angelo says as I whirl around. He pins me against the kitchen counter.

"What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in?" I demand.

"I have a key. Renzo needed me to get things sometimes. The boys running security all know me, so they let me in."

"Well, you can let yourself back out again. Get the fuck out, Angelo," I say as I push against his chest.

"No fucking way. I've worked my ass off for you for the last two weeks, and you go and make a play for Nico. You're fucking mine. Not his. Mine."

I stare at him. "Are you out of your fucking mind? I'm not with Nico. Get the fuck out, Angelo. You don't belong here."

He tries to kiss me, but I turn my head and then I slap him. "Fuck right off, Angelo. I don't want you."

"I don't fucking care because I want you, and you're going to be my little whore. We're going to be partners because I'm gonna run this fucking family. You can't do anything without me." He lowers his head to kiss me again while trying to undo my robe. I twist my head and fight with him, but he's stronger than I am.

He rips open my robe.

"Bastard!" I yell and try to pull my robe closed, but his hands are everywhere, grabbing at my breasts, reaching for my pussy. I try to knee him but he's too fast for me.

"You belong to me now, cunt. And I'm gonna rule this family."

"No! I belong to Renzo," I yell.

Angelo throws his head back and laughs. "Renzo is dead. You're mine."

"Never," I say as I try to hit him in the face. I land a punch.

"You cunt," he screams and then makes a grab for my throat.

I can't breathe, and then I spy Renzo over Angelo's shoulder. His fangs are visible in the dim lighting. His eyes seem to glow from within. His expression is coldly furious. I stop fighting and Angelo seems to realize there's something wrong.

He loosens his grip on my throat and turns to see Renzo standing there. "What the fuck? You're dead."

"As you can tell, I'm not. But you are." Renzo grabs Angelo by the neck. He picks him up off the floor and holds him in the air with one hand. "You touched my woman. You hurt her. You're going to discover the true meaning of pain."

Angelo is struggling to breathe, and his fingers claw at Renzo's hand on his throat. "She hit…on…me. She wanted…me to…fuck her."

I stare at Angelo open-mouthed. "I didn't, I swear, Renzo." Then I gather my robe around me and tie it tight. I feel so exposed.

Renzo looks at me and smiles. "I know, gattina." He turns back to Angelo and drops him.

Angelo lands on his feet and staggers into the island. "How are you alive?" he asks and then starts coughing. "She's a whore, Renzo. A slut. She sleeps with anyone that will have her," he rasps. His voice is odd.

"Fuck you! That's not true. Renzo?—"

He holds up his hand to me. "I know, gattina. Angelo is just trying to save his own ass. Did he hurt you?"

Angelo is still coughing. I hesitate, but I nod. My breasts are scratched, and my lips are bruised. I don't want to tell Renzo that Angelo grabbed me. It's too personal, and I feel dirty.

Renzo's eyes narrow. "He touched you?"

I lick my lips and nod. "Y-es. "

Renzo's eyes glitter a deeper shade of green as he turns back to Angelo, who rasps, "She's nothing but a whore."

"You don't ever speak of her," Renzo growls, and then, in the blink of an eye, he rips Angelo's throat out. Blood sprays across the kitchen.

Angelo stares in shock, as if trying to understand what just happened. Renzo snarls as his fangs come out, and he leaps on Angelo, who tries to scream but it's way too late. He's already dead; his body just doesn't know it yet. Renzo takes a chunk out of Angelo's shoulder and starts drinking his blood.

I cannot believe what I'm seeing. My knees give out, and I collapse to the floor. My husband, the man I just let fuck me, is a vampire. A real honest to God vampire. What the hell am I going to do?