Chapter 20

Chapter

Twenty

I'm thinking of going to the spa sooner rather than later. Just wanted to give you both a bit of notice.

I hit send, and the text flies to Luna and Pippa. They won't be surprised that I'm leaving, but I don't want to just disappear without giving them a warning. I'm going to make my break for it tomorrow night when Renzo goes to his meeting. It's the one time I know for sure he and his brothers will be otherwise engaged. It will be much easier to shake any security detail assigned to me if they aren't vampires.

I have a stun gun I can use. I have access to real guns, but I'm not going to shoot anyone. If I don't make it out of here, killing one of Renzo's people will only make things worse. Funny. A month ago, I never would have dreamed of killing someone, and now I seriously weigh the option. I am becoming my mother. Nothing frightens me more.

I can now see why she made some of the choices she did. They make sense when it comes to the business of the family—like sending me away. If I had grown up here, I wouldn't have any chance of having a career. It would be unthinkable.

Going to school in the States and getting my business degree gave me options. When I do something reckless, my mother can blame it on my time in the US. It's genius when I think of it. It means I get a chance, and it still provides her and my father coverage if I do anything to embarrass them. Just like I'm about to do.

I watch the setting sun dip below the horizon. Renzo went back to bed this afternoon and will be asleep for a while longer. I notice he's sleeping longer during daylight hours. One more day, and I will be gone. I've thrown around a lot of ideas, but Australia still wins. It's the opposite side of the world from where my parents will think I've gone. I can get lost there with ease, and I can build a life without having to learn a new language.

I've checked the flights out of Nice, and I'm sure I can be on a plane before the meeting is over. There are three or four options that work. I can go to Geneva, Copenhagen, Paris, or London. From each of those, I can catch more flights. I'll have to bounce around a few times, but it shouldn't be too long before I reach my destination. I'm glad Pippa provided me with three different passports. The variety will make it much harder to track me down.

I run my mind over the list of items I need. Clothes and the essentials—I'll pack light, just a backpack. The big thing will be to change my look. I smile. In my box of toys, Pippa and Luna included a blonde wig. "Nothing like a bit of dress-up to spice things up," the card on the wig had said. They have no idea just how spicy my sex life is. Of course, they don't even know yet that Renzo is still alive.

I cast a last glance at the setting sun. Renzo will be up soon. He and his brothers will spend the night ensconced in the office, going over plans and strategies. I asked to participate, and Renzo just shook his head. "Later, gattina, maybe we can find a project for you. I need to take care of a few things first."

Later. I suddenly realized that I would always be an afterthought. I would never get my chance. That was the final nail in the coffin, I thought, laughing at the irony. Vampires don't live in coffins—at least mine doesn't. My grin fades. My vampire.

Renzo is mine and leaving him is harder than I ever thought it would be. Much harder. I'm falling in love with him. We could have an amazing life together if he would let me be his partner. But there would always come a day when he'd have to kill me. As a human, I would hold him back, and I do not want to become a vampire. Not ever.

I enter the kitchen, and Albert is busy preparing dinner. "Signora Valdici, is there anything I can get for you immediately? Supper will be ready shortly."

I shake my head, inhaling the delicious aromas. "It smells lovely."

Albert smiles warmly. "I thought you might enjoy some homemade pasta this evening with a bit of seafood. I've made it in an arrabbiata sauce."

"Sounds delightful," I say as I take a seat at the breakfast bar. We'd established that dining in the formal dining room was reserved for when company was present. Renzo rarely ate with me, so it didn't make sense otherwise.

"I've made extra, along with a salad and a charcuterie board for tomorrow evening." Noticing my puzzled expression, Albert continues, "I have an event I must attend. I did tell you about it last week."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Albert. You did mention it—I just forgot. I apologize. Yes, of course, that's fine. I can always cook if I decide I want something else."

He nods as he sets the plate before me. Seafood pasta in a spicy red sauce. Albert makes the pasta fresh, and it is divine. "Thank you, Albert." He pours me a light red wine to accompany the meal and then quietly slips away. I will miss this—Albert's cooking, the view, and Italy itself.

I take a few bites of pasta and sip my wine. I'm not really hungry. Well, not for food, anyway. I'm hungry for my husband's touch. A slow smile spreads across my face. I'm going to put some of the items from that box to good use. After eating a few more bites so Albert won't think I didn't appreciate his meal—not that he would ever say anything—I grab my wine and head upstairs. If this is my last night with my husband, I'm going to make sure I enjoy every bit of it.

Renzo is still sleeping. The sheets are at his waist revealing his broad well-muscled chest. His arms are thrown above his head next to the metal headboard as if he's been fighting something in his dreams. An idea suddenly hits me. I go to my side of the bed and quietly open the drawer of my nightstand. I open the box and rummage a bit before finding what I'm looking for. I pull out the handcuffs and smile. I rummage around in the box some more until I find the bracelet Pippa and Luna had included. It has a universal handcuff key on it. I lay it on top of the closed box. Just in case.

Moving as quietly as possible, I go to Renzo's side of the bed, and put the handcuffs behind the metal bed posts, and then I snap them around his wrists. His eyes flick open at the sound of metal clinking against metal and he lunges upward, halted from grabbing me only because of the cuffs. I squeal as I fall on top of him, his emerald eyes burning into mine.

"What the hell is this, putta?" he growls, his wrists straining against the handcuff.

I smile. "I thought we could play a little game."

His jaw clenched as he surveyed me cautiously. "What kind of game?"

"The kind where you have no control." I run my fingers across his chest. His body was already responding to me, and I'm already wet between my legs.

"I see. You want to be in control, gattina. All you have to do is ask." He rattles the cuffs. "No need for these."

"Oh, there's a need," I say as I roll off the top of him and get to my feet. I grab a candle from across the room and light it, bringing it back beside the bed. Renzo lays back on the pillow as he watches me. I pull the blankets down so I can see his whole body. He's wearing black boxer briefs, and his cock is already starting to harden. I pull off his underwear and run my tongue over his cock.

"Baby girl, that feels so good. "

I take the tip of his cock in my mouth, and I can taste his pre-cum. I swirl my tongue around his tip.

"Gattina, take all of me in your mouth," he demands as he thrusts his hips up pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.

I lift away from him. "Not so fast," I laugh. I lean down and take the tip in my mouth again and when he pushes upward, I release him with a wet pop .

"Gattina, you're playing with fire. Take me in your mouth. I know you want to. Suck me off."

I smile and go back to licking the tip of his cock like he's a damn lollipop. He grinds his teeth but doesn't move. I slowly lower my head and take more of him into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his dick making him groan.

"Mia," he breathes, "you like to suck my cock? Does it make you wet, kitten?"

I take him deeper still, and he arches his back, slamming his cock down my throat. I immediately rear back. "No. I get to say what happens. You'll do what I say for a change."

I get off the bed and admire his naked body in the candlelight. "You're so fucking hot Renzo." I run my fingers over his chest and then lean down and take one of his nipples in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it and suck hard.

Renzo growls, "Gattina, you should be careful teasing me. Revenge is something I always enjoy."

The thought of what he might do to me makes me shiver. I'm half scared, half turned on but I'm all in on what I'm doing. I pull my dress over my head and drop it on the floor. Renzo follows my every move, his eyes full of hunger. I'm standing in my black lace bra and thong. I begin to rub my breasts, my eyes never leaving his. I squeeze my nipples and move my hips.

Renzo's eyes turn a shade of deep green, glittering like hard emeralds. The speed of his exhalations increases, and his cock hardens. "Gattina," his voice is a low growl, "I need to touch you. Now."

I smirk in the dim candlelight, feeling a surge of power at his plea. " No," I purr, teasing him by running my fingers over my erect nipples again. I slide my hand down into my thong, finding my throbbing clit and letting out a soft moan. The warmth between my legs intensifies as I take control, reveling in the pleasure of being in charge. I like this almost as much as I love being dominated. Almost.

Reaching around my back, I unclasp my bra, then shimmy the straps from my shoulders. I return to rubbing my breasts. I squeeze my nipples and then rub my hands down over my ass, squeezing that too. "Do you want to touch me, Renzo?"

His voice soft, Renzo says, "I always want to touch you. Come here, gattina. Let me fuck you." His words send shivers down my spine as I continue to caress myself.

"No. You can wait," I retort confidently, though inside I am both excited and scared. Going against his wishes like this is exhilarating and only heightens my arousal. With a wide stance, I peel off my thong and resume fingering myself, tracing a path from my slick folds to my breasts and then toward my ass.

"Mia," his voice takes on a stern edge, "come here and unlock these handcuffs."

"No," I reply with a mischievous smile, savoring the thrill of disobedience. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I suck on them while gazing at his rock-hard erection."

"Mia," Renzo's voice takes on a hard edge, "come here and undo the handcuffs."

I cock my head and then walk back toward him. I lean down and take his cock in my mouth again and suck hard.

"My little slut, let me out of these cuffs so I can make you come hard," he growls.

I shake my head. I find I enjoy denying him more than I thought possible.

"Mia," he grinds out. "Enough. Release me."

I shake my head and then grab the candle from the nightstand. I tilt it and watch as the liquid wax pours onto Renzo's chest. He hisses as it burns but his eyes turn dark. I've crossed a line and now I know his revenge will be my undoing. It's too late to turn back, and since I'm going to be gone tomorrow, one way or another, I keep going.

"Mia," his voice is hard now, "you don't know what you're doing. You will be punished. Undo the handcuffs."

"No," I say and smile as I go back to the drawer and pull out a vibrator. I run my tongue over it and then turn it on. I put it against my pussy as Renzo glares at me.

"Mia, you're going too far," he warns.

I meet his intense gaze, acknowledging that he is right, but tonight is about my desires, and I am determined to have things my way. "I enjoy being in control. You can't have me until I decide, but I'll let you watch as I come," I declare boldly before sliding the vibrator inside me and moaning loudly. It feels incredible and I begin to move it in and out, creating an intoxicating rhythm while squeezing my nipple for added pleasure. "Yes!" I cry out as the pressure builds to an explosive level.

"Don't you dare come, Mia. You will wait for me."

I laugh in ecstasy and push the vibrating device to its highest setting, causing my body to convulse as I reach the peak of my pleasure. My hips jerk wildly as I stand on tiptoe before collapsing against the bedpost for support. "Yes!" I scream as the waves of pleasure crash over me and gradually subside. Catching my breath, I lean casually against the bed, reveling in the fulfillment that comes from teasing and watching him become helpless with desire.

I straighten. "I'll be back," I say and give him a wink. I strut down to the bathroom and close the door, leaning on it. That was amazing but now is the scary part. Now I have to free him. I have no idea what he will do to me, and I am as terrified as I am exhilarated. If I'm going to go out, I might as well do it with a bang. I grin at my own joke, and then the smile fades, and the fear sets in.

I lean down to take a drink from the tap. When I straighten, I see Renzo's reflection in the mirror. He's holding up the handcuffs and the vibrator. "What the hell?"

"Vampire." His smile is cold. "Did you really think I couldn't get out of the cuffs anytime I wanted? Mia, you have so much to learn and I am going to enjoy teaching you oh so much."