Chapter 22

Savina~

An hour ago, I could have fallen asleep on my feet, and the hot bath should have finished off the job, but even though my body was still tired, my mind was wide awake. My entire life had changed with the truth, and I honestly had no idea where to start now. I knew that I was going to have to go back, but I wasn't sure how to make that happen just yet.

Staring out the window, the city's sparkling activity lighting up the night, I noticed that Aurelio had the perfect view of Port Townsend from his penthouse. During the day, he could probably see the ports clearly, always keeping an eye on the Sartori's greatest money maker. I was also reminded that Port Townsend wasn't the only city in Maryland. Though huge, and though it touched on a lot of other neighboring cities, towns, and boroughs, it wasn't the only city in the state where I could make a life. In fact, with my parents making it absolutely clear that they wanted nothing to do with me, I had forty-nine other states to choose from. Luckily, I could be a real estate agent anywhere.

"If I could undo these past two years, I would."

Aurelio's voice hit me so deep in my soul that it was hard not to physically react. I didn't bother looking over at him when I said, "If I could undo these past three years, I would." The lights of the city glittered brightly as I felt those words down to my bones. "However, since time travel isn't a real thing, it's a futile thought."

I closed my eyes as I felt his body heat envelop me from behind. Whether on purpose or not, the shirt that Aurelio had gotten me wasn't even a real shirt. It was an undershirt, and it was so big that the sides hung loose, barely covering up anything. I was basically in an oversized tank-top with no bra or panties because they were in the washer, spinning around with the only clothes that I had at the moment. So, being barely clothed, I felt Aurelio everywhere, even though he wasn't touching me.

"Well, since neither of us can go back in time, then what's your second choice?" he asked, his whiskey-smooth voice washing over me.

The answer to his question was easy; I wanted revenge. I wanted to make Ashton pay for every second that he'd held me hostage by my love for Aurelio. Though it'd been my choice to stay with him, he'd been the one to pull me into a game that I hadn't been aware of, distorting the rules to always win. However, I couldn't tell Aurelio that. I knew him well enough to know that he was already plotting Ashton's downfall, and I also knew him well enough to know that he'd never let me seek my own vengeance. Not only was Aurelio in the Mafia, but he was also Italian, a culture that raised their men to believe in taking responsibility for the women in their lives. If I told Aurelio that I wanted to go home to get my soul back from Ashton Oliver, he'd lose it.

I wrapped my arms around my waist as I leaned my forehead up against the cool glass. I wanted revenge, but since I couldn't tell him that, I said, "If I could have anything right now, it'd be for Ashton to be able to see me in your room. I'd want him to see me back on Sartori territory, his power over me no more. I'd like for him to see that his plan failed." I stuck to the truth as much as I could without telling Aurelio what I really wanted.

I felt his chest against my back, his hands on my hips, and it really was a dangerous thing to love someone so much. "What else?" he asked because he knew me well enough to know that I had to be angry.

The weight of Ashton's ring felt heavy on my finger, and the only reason that it was still there was because it was all a part of the plan that was slowly coming together in my head. It also fueled my anger, though I didn't need much for that. I had two years' worth of memories to feed that particular flame for decades to come.

"I'd want him to see the other day," I told him honestly. With the way that Ashton had reacted after sharing me that first time, I knew that him seeing me with Aurelio would drive him into a maddening fit of rage. "I'd want him to see that it's always been you."

Aurelio's breath was hot on my ear as his left hand slid over my hip towards the inside of my thighs. "You'd want him to see me fucking you, is that it?"

I shook my head as his fingers danced across the little triangle of hair over my pussy. "No," I replied, my breath already picking up. "I'd want him to see me being a whore for you. I'd want him to see exactly how much of a whore I can be for you, and only you."

Aurelio let out a low groan as his fingers slipped in between my pussy lips, the rough tips stimulating the sensitive flesh. "Want to show him what he's never had?"

I nodded. "Yes."

Aurelio's other hand slid upward until he was cupping one of my breasts, and with his shirt being so big, it didn't take much to bare me to the world. Though we were up high, we were standing in front of an open window, putting on a show for anyone that might look up.

I felt Aurelio's lips against the column of my neck as two of his fingers found their way inside me. Though obscene because we were in front of the window, this didn't feel like the other day; this felt more powerful than that.

"Only a whore would let people watch her getting finger fucked," he said, his voice a rough reminder of who he was, my hands slapping against the window. "Are you a whore, Savina?"

"Aurelio…" I moaned as the sounds of my arousal hit my ears.

I felt him let go of my breast, then the tearing sound of fabric cut through the room as Aurelio tore at his shirt, leaving one strap of the tank-top in tatters around my arm. My right breast was bared for all to see, and I felt myself dripping with this twisted fantasy. While I didn't want to think of Ashton while Aurelio was touching me, I really did wish that he could see me being everything for Aurelio that I had refused to be for him. Ashton had to force this from me, whereas I was handing it all over to Aurelio freely.

"Let me rephrase that," he said as his hand cupped my breast again. "Are you my whore?"

"Yes," I answered easily, his fingers stretching me deliciously. "Always."

Aurelio's hand reached up to wrap around my neck as his soaked fingers began teasing my clit. When he pulled me back against him, my eyes opened, and the lights of the city burned brighter as Aurelio's fingers played with my pussy. Like the beauty of the city at night, I also saw my reflection in the glass, and I really did look like a whore, letting Aurelio used me as I stood half-naked in front of the window.

Before I could cum, Aurelio was turning me around, pushing me back against the cool surface, and his black eyes raked down my body, taking in how obscene I looked. I was so turned on that I was panting like a dog in heat, waiting for his next move, eagerly wishing for whatever it was.

"Take my dick out," he ordered. "Take it out, then get on your knees and swallow it like a slut."

I immediately reached for Aurelio's pants, unbuttoning his slacks like I'd done a million times before. Though we'd both just agreed that we couldn't go back in time, it was hard not to feel like we were when all of our movements felt so familiar. Aurelio's heat felt right in my hand, my finger still not being able to touch as they wrapped around him. His scent, his body, his voice…all of it washed over me like these past three years hadn't happened, and I wanted to selfishly get lost in that happy fantasy.

Aurelio pushed his pants down over his hips, his breaths hard as my hand moved up and down his hard length. When he reached out, then grabbed a fistful of my hair, I let him push me down to my knees, his hand easily pulling the scrunchie from my hair, so that he could use the strands as leverage to fuck my face, because I knew that's what he was going to do. As much as I'd love for Ashton to be able to see this, I also knew that Aurelio was going to use me as if Ashton was watching. After all, that's what I had asked for.

"Let me see that tongue," he said, and as soon as my tongue slid over my bottom lip, Aurelio was taking his dick from my hand, then slapping the head on it. "You like that?"

I nodded. "Yes."

His black eyes were like a dangerous pool of darkness as he said, "Tell me what you are, Savina." He tapped my tongue again. "Tell me why you're on your knees like this."

"I'm your whore," I answered, playing along, wanting this to be real.

Aurelio slid his cock into my mouth, then pulled it back out again. "And because you're my whore, I'm going to cum all over your pretty face, then fuck you wearing my cum."

I wanted that.

I wanted Aurelio to do filthy things to me in a hopeless bid to try to replace all the other memories of that happening to me. Apart from being shared, I didn't want Ashton to have anything for himself. I wanted Aurelio to own it all, even if that meant degrading myself all over again for the man staring down at me like I was his whole world.

"Aurelio, please…" I begged.

Yanking my head back by the hair, he said, "I'm going to ruin you, Savina. I'm going to ruin you, then put you back together."

While I had no doubt that he was going to ruin me, he and I both knew that there was never going to be any putting me back together. That ship had sailed a long time ago.