Chapter 15

Aurelio~

Savina Valentine was both my Heaven and my Hell, and I wasn't sure which one was worse. I knew that I shouldn't be touching her, but I didn't come all this way to walk away with nothing.

"Get your hands off me," she repeated, her back straightening, though her five-foot-three was no match for my six-foot-three.

"See, now I'm even more curious," I said as I leaned in closer. "Those stunning blue eyes are shooting fire at me, ready to fight. However, there's no such fire in your eyes when the congressman's son has his hands on you." I ran my thumb across her jaw. "No. In the very clear home videos that we were able to acquire, you cower before him beautifully, not a defiant bone in your body. Now, why is that?"

"Go to hell," she choked out.

"Oh, baby, I'm already there," I informed her coldly. "You ought to know that better than anyone else."

"Why are you doing this?" she hissed, tears spilling down her face, most likely from anger.

I tightened my hand around her neck, despising her like I'd never thought possible. Not only was she letting that sonofabitch fuck her, but she was letting him misuse her, and all for his last name and his father's ambitions. The woman that I'd been in love with didn't exist anymore, and that knowledge felt like my chest was cracking in two.

"Or is it that you're only brave against people that you know won't ever hurt you?" I taunted, my hurt and anger needing to go somewhere. "Are you only tough when there's no real threat, but fold like a coward when the danger is very real?"

Savina pushed at my chest. "You don't know shit!" she yelled, and her anger had my dick hard because I had no use for weak women. In fact, I had no use for weak men, either. That's probably why I stayed away from people as much as I could.

"Then tell me," I said, keeping my voice deceptively calm.

This time, her purse and briefcase dropped from her hands, and she used that freedom to push against me harder, trying desperately to make me budge, though it was useless. If I didn't want to be moved, then I wouldn't be.

"Get out!" she screamed. "Get out!"

I finally grabbed her hands, then trapped them between our bodies. "Not until you tell me why in the fuck you're letting Ashton Oliver beat the hell out of you," I snarled down at her, my anger finally shining through.

She stubbornly remained silent, her lip curling like she was disgusted with the mere thought of me being near her, and three years of rage, rejection, and pain all came bubbling up to the surface. Her relationship with Ashton Oliver was my worst nightmare come true, and she didn't even care enough to explain any of it to me. Had he treated her well, I would have done my best to live in denial and let her be happy. However, that wasn't the case, and she'd rather endure whatever the fuck they were doing than tell me the truth.

Holding her wrists in my left hand, I reached underneath her skirt with my right. "Tell me, Savina," I purred. "Do you let him cum inside you?"

Her entire frame deflated. "Don't do this, Aurelio." Her voice sounded weak, upping my anger with her even more.

When my fingers found the gusset of her panties, Savina closed her eyes. "Does he?"

"No," she choked out quietly. "It…it wouldn't look good if I got pregnant before marriage."

"Open your fucking eyes," I ordered as my fingers slid inside the delicate lace that covered nothing.

Savina's blue eyes popped open, and even though her mascara was running down her face from her earlier tears, she was still the most beautiful thing that I'd ever seen or ever will see. Whatever spell that she had cast on me all those years ago had been strong enough that I didn't care that she belonged to another man right now. My brain was trying to convince me that Ashton Oliver didn't matter because I'd had her first. Not only that, no matter her choices or reasons, the sonofabitch didn't deserve her, or any woman for that matter.

Staring into Savina's tear-stained eyes, I knew that I was going to kill Ashton Oliver, and it had nothing to do with her. He didn't deserve to live, making the rest of it not matter.

Not able to stop myself, I slipped a finger inside the only pussy that had ever had the power to turn me stupid, as evident by what I was doing now. Savina's head dropped back against the banister, but she didn't close her eyes, nor did she tell me to stop.

"So, Ashton wants to preserve your pristine reputation, but he has no problem using your precious body for a punching bag," I murmured, ruining everything. "Or maybe it's his pristine reputation that he's more concerned with."

"Please quit saying his name," she whispered, and if she thought that she had any control over me, she was wrong. Yeah, she had power over my feelings, but that was a lot different from having actual control over me.

"Don't like hearing your fiancé's name while another man has his fingers in your cunt?" I practically sneered as I slipped a second finger inside her tightness. "Are you really pretending to have any shame, Savina?" I leaned down to tsk'ed in her ear. "I would have thought that you'd left that behind after the first few beatings."

"You don't understand," she whimpered as her legs widened ever so slightly for me.

"You're right," I told her. "I don't." Letting go of her wrists, I grabbed her by her chin while my fingers worked her pussy. "But I do know that you're going to make an incredible political wife one day. I can even see you standing next to Ashton at his own presidential inauguration."

"Stop it, Aurelio," she begged.

"Stop talking, or stop finger fucking your pussy, baby?" I goaded. "Is this the part where you tell me that you love your fiancé? Is this the part where you tell me that you've never done this before?"

Tears started decorating her lashes again. "You're a bastard."

"You're just mad because you're finally having to deal with the monster that you created, Savina," I growled down at her. "Tell me, what exactly did you think was going to happen after you left me?" My thumb stretched up to play with her clit, and her hands immediately latched around my arm. "Did you think that I was just going to wish you well, then move on with my life."

"Aurelio…" she panted, close to cumming already.

Good.

"Do you still cum for him?" I asked, every question, every word pulling from a hate deep inside of me. "Even after he beats you, does his bank account still make you cum for him?"

"Stop it," she cried out, her hands tightening around my arm, her pussy clenching with need.

I let go of her chin, then slid my hand up the back of her neck until I had a handful of her dark tresses trapped in my fist. "Or maybe being with Ashton has uncovered a humiliation kink. Is that it? Is your cunt dripping right now because you actually enjoy being treated like trash?" I pulled on her hair harder, making her cry out. "Is that why you still cum for him, despite the bruises?"

"Aurelio…" she whimpered, tears ruining the rest of her makeup.

I leaned down until my breath was hot on her ear. "Cum for me, Savina," I ordered. "Show me how good cheating on your fiancé feels."

Savina cried out as her orgasm rocked her body, her pussy clenching around my fingers, the feeling one that I still remembered very well. Holding her in place, I forced a second one out of her, my thumb working expertly over her clit as a third finger joined the other two.

"Oh, God…oh, God…" she chanted, her entire body a quivering mess, her cries breathless moans of ecstasy. "Oh, God…"

When she was finally done cumming for me, I grabbed the delicate lace of her panties, then ripped them clean off her body. The tearing sound echoed throughout the empty house and it had me growling down at her, hating her for how strong and how weak she made me feel.

With my hand still fisted in her hair, I dragged her towards the staircase, then pushed her down on one of the steps. I'd never treated a woman so horribly before, and I could barely recognize myself as I unzipped my pants, willing to sell what was left of my soul to feel Savina's mouth wrapped around my dick. While I'd never had any delusions about ending up in Heaven, after today, I knew for a fact that I was never going to get in, no matter how many times I repented. There'd never be enough Hail Marys to undo what I was doing to Savina; I knew this.

After freeing my dick, I reached out, placing my hand on the back of her head, tangling her hair in my fist again. "Be a good girl and open that mouth, baby," I ordered.

Savina's blue eyes looked up at me, and if there was any question about whether or not she owned my soul, there was no doubt about it now.