From the highest of highs to the lowest of lows, I swim in an ocean of regret, fear, and despair as I stare into the eyes of my ex-fiancé’s younger brother, Fiero Capito.
Spitting in his eye was a knee-jerk reaction. I shouldn’t have done it, but when he refuses to release my legs, I hawk an even bigger loogie at his other eye.
The sexual satisfaction still pulsing through my body shrivels my soul into a brittle husk. My skin crawls as his seed cools and becomes tacky. Humiliation threatens to choke me.
He wipes my spit from his eyes before running the back of his hand over the bottom half of his face and licking my juices from his flesh. I ignore the clenching of my core and sneer at him.
Fear for my sister ices my veins. He went to my apartment. I press the back of my head into the mattress, using the pain of my contusion to center myself. We don’t keep photos or proof of our past lives, so he may assume Katherine is my roommate, but he has no proof, and when she realizes I haven’t been home since she left, she’ll bolt.
I dive into my fury, leaving all other emotions behind, and vow to die before I show him an ounce of weakness.
I don’t know how he found me or what game he’s playing, but I hate him. I’ll always hate him.
“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that? Just kill me and get it over with.”
He rubs his thumb through his spunk on my chin, smearing it over my lower lip and jawline. Nausea twists my stomach.
“I’m sorry, mia caramellina,” he says.
I scoff and grimace as his seed squishes in my hands.
“No, you’re not. You’re disgusting.”
Maybe if I anger him, he’ll tire of playing with me and kill me faster. I’d rather die than suffer this humiliation again.
A muscle ticks in his jaw. He wraps his hand around my throat.
“You’re right, I am disgusting. I’m disgusting for you. I held back for you. I came all over your body instead of inside it for you, but if this is the thanks I get, then I’ll just take what I want.”
He tightens his grip around my throat and lowers his hips. I jerk at the hot, wet glide of his cock through my abused folds.
“You’re mine, mia caramellina,” he murmurs.
I grit my teeth in denial even though my heart leaps in joy and my body throbs in agreement.
He’s going to play this through until the end, isn’t he? He plans to chip away at my defenses until I trust him, then hand me and my sister back to his brother.
“I’ll never be yours,” I hiss.
He hums a noncommittal note, thrusts his hips, and smirks when my clit hardens. I curse my traitorous body and close my eyes when his quirked brow fuels the spark of desire.
He’s too handsome. Even though he’s obviously Seppi Capito’s close kin, Fiero’s chiseled jaw, full lips, and piercing green eyes are nothing like his brother’s. Add in the tattoos covering his naturally tanned complexion, his dark hair, and the sensual threat lurking in his stare, and he’s easily the most erotic man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“You’ve always been mine, Mia Rivera. You just didn’t know it yet.”
My fury falters. Maybe it’s the lack of taunting in his voice as he says my fake name or the yearning in his animalistic rumble, but something about his response jerks me out of my hate-filled spiral and plants a kernel of doubt in my soul.
I lift my lashes and meet his piercing gaze.
I know who he is, but does he know who I am?
It’s possible he doesn’t recognize me—unlikely, but possible. That horrible night so many years ago will forever haunt me, but it was probably just another day in paradise for him. I’d been running for my life, my bloody fingers woven within Katherine’s, making a mad dash through the storm toward freedom. The car was right there when he’d appeared out of nowhere. I’d dodged. Katherine hadn’t.
Her hand slipped out of mine for only half a second, but it was the longest moment of my life.
I yanked her away from him as fast as I could, but a bolt of lightning illuminated their faces as they looked into each other’s eyes.
He didn’t chase us. I didn’t question why. Freedom was all that mattered. I shoved my sister into the car and drove as fast as I could, certain Seppi and his goons would catch us and drag us back into hell.
Fiero smirks and thrusts his hips, wrecking my thoughts as his hot, hard cock slides along my folds and mashes my clit.
I’m going to die. He’s trying to kill me. There’s no way his monstrous cock will fit inside my body. I don’t care how wet I am or how many times he’s made me come; I’ll never survive if he shoves that thing inside me.
“That’s it, mia caramellina. Give me everything,” he groans.
I close my eyes, refusing to give him what I can withhold. He rubs his thumb over my jugular and leans down to lick my ear before reaching between us and fitting the head of his cock to my entrance.
Goosebumps travel down my sweaty back as he licks, nips, and murmurs into my ear.
“You know what? I lied. I’m not sorry. I’m glad I took off your blindfold. Like I said, you’ll never be free of me anyway.”
My fury rises with a vengeance at his taunting. I turn my head, hiding my ear against the mattress, and bite his jaw before he moves away.
He hisses and lowers his hips, sinking the first half an inch of his cock into my body. A whimper builds in my chest as he pushes deeper into me, but I bite down on his face harder, desperate to hurt him back.
It’s too much. My masochistic body revels in the pleasurable pain. Pressure builds deep in my core as he pauses his shallow invasion to work his hips back and forth a few times, testing my responses as he angles his tip in different directions. He hits a sensitive spot and chuckles when a squeak escapes my throat.
“You’re so wet and ready for me, aren’t you, mia caramellina?”
I grind my teeth and fight, but his weight on top of me limits me to a pathetic wriggle. He chuckles, releases the back of my thighs, and wraps my legs around his waist before grabbing my ass and bracing his forearm beside my head.
I arch my back, twist, and push my knuckles into his stomach, desperate to get away. He hums and squeezes my ass before skimming his hand up my side and playing with my sticky breast, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers and kneading the heavy mound despite my bite keeping his face aimed at the mattress.
With tiny, teasing thrusts of his hips, he stimulates my pussy while he brushes my hair back from my forehead and murmurs into my ear.
“I need to see your face, amore mio. Let go of your bite.”
I tighten my jaw despite the odd angle, wedge my bound arms higher between us, and push at his wrist.
He releases my breast, hooks his fingers into my mouth, and pries my jaw open before filling his fist with my hair.
With my head pinned down, my arms trapped between our chests as he presses his weight down on me, and his cock lodged inside my pussy, I’m impaled and surrounded in the most intimate and terrifying moment of my life.
I meet his heated gaze and curse as my insides throb around his invasion.
“Mio Dio, you’re fucking perfect,” he groans.
My heart lurches at the awe in his voice.
He steals my breath with a savage thrust, burying his full length into me in a single surge. Pinching agony spears through my abdomen, but he twists both hands in my hair and takes advantage of my silent scream, devouring my mouth as though he’ll die if he doesn’t get a deeper taste.
When he pulls back, I cringe, not looking forward to the pinching pain, but it fades to a dull ache when he pushes back into me.
He sets a ruthless rhythm, fucking in and out of my pussy in time with his kisses, scrambling my brain and forcing me into a pleasure so high sounds become colors and shapes become poetry. Pressure grows in my core. He sneaks a hand down between our bodies and rubs my clit as he nips my tongue.
It’s too much but not enough. I scratch at his chest and arch my spine, rubbing my breasts against his hard chest. He’s too big. Too rough. Too dominating.
No matter how many times he spears himself into me, the overwhelming fullness never diminishes, leaving me trapped on the precipice of release.
Until he changes the angle of his cock and hits my cervix. Blinding pain streaks through my abdomen.
I shatter. Waves of agonizing rapture barrel through me. I sob and convulse as he growls sweet threats into my mouth.
His rhythm falters. He nips my bottom lip before tightening his fist in my hair and pinching my clit.
I skyrocket into another horrible orgasm, clenching around him and screaming through gritted teeth as the intensity worsens.
He abandons my overworked clit, lifts his torso off mine, fills both hands with my ass cheeks, and pummels into me like a rabid beast.
Too spent for more yet powerless against his merciless pounding, I straighten my arms and push against his stomach, smearing his seed over the tattooed flesh, but he growls and demands my attention, so I meet his lust-drunk gaze. Endorphins heighten my senses, but my mind splinters as he buries himself impossibly deeper with a final, savage thrust.
Warmth spreads through me as he finds his release deep inside my body. With his muscles bulging and his tattoos on display, he claims me in the most animalistic way a man can claim a woman.
He fills me with his cum.
He’s too handsome. For a moment, my mind refuses to believe this is the man who kidnapped me. He’s no longer the monster who murdered someone in a darkened alley. No longer the brother of my ex-fiancé.
He’s the sexy, dominant man who gave me my first orgasm, awoke the needy, feminine part of me, and took my virginity.
In a moment of insanity, I allow tears to gather on my lashes, but I blink them away and beg them not to fall.
No matter how confusingly painful and pleasurable the last few minutes were, I’ll never forgive myself if I cry for him.
He’s already taken too much.
Reality comes crashing down on my head as he reaches forward to cup my cheek. I groan as his massive cock shifts inside me.
He’s right. I’ll never be free of him. No matter where I go or who I’m with, I’ll always remember the way he conquered my body.
Which only makes me hate him more.
He hasn’t left me beaten and bloody like his brother, but what he did is so much worse.
He forced me to enjoy it.
I vow to hate him until my dying breath.
