“They were bad people,” I mumble.
He nods. “Very bad people.”
“You killed them,” I breathe.
“Yes. All of them. And I knew my transgression would not be forgiven. I needed someplace to run in the wake of my crime,” he says.
“So you came here.”
“I came here. I found out through some sleuthing that this place was under control of Geoffrey Mink, a man so vile that even the mafia pushed him out. And he was massively in debt. The safe house— this safe house— used to be a haven for mafiosos on the lam, but Mink was using it as a base camp for his own individual exploits. Such as you.”
“Did you really buy this place under foreclosure?”
“Yes. A few of his checks went missing, cashed, but not to the bank. He never even knew it was up for foreclosure. Every dime he had to his name would have went to keeping this place off the market.”
“And when you got here…”
“I killed Mink,” he says calmly.
“And you saved me,” I add, my heart nearly in my throat.
“Yes. I did not expect to find you here. I didn’t plan for anyone else to be involved in my plan. But I don’t regret anything I have done. And I did not lie to you when I said that I would protect you, Eva. I will protect you. From anyone who would dream of hurting you. I killed Mink and I would kill him a thousand times to protect you,” he says. “And if your brother wants to hurt you, then he is my enemy. I will stop at nothing to keep you safe. That much I promise you.”
I sit down on the dusty couch. It takes me several minutes of silence for everything to sink in, to make sense of this. But Sal stands by patiently. Waiting. Watching.
Finally, I speak.
“This is why you said it wasn’t safe for me to go to the cops.”
He nods, looking at me seriously. “I didn’t want to question why you didn’t want to go to them. I just was grateful for a small miracle. Until I could find out how to keep you safe and out of this mess.
“If I went to them, I would have told them about you. About how you saved me.”
“And by the time you made your way back here, there wouldn’t have been a trace left of me.”
I frown at the thought.
“It would have been easier for you to kill me. No one knew I was down there.”
Salvatore shakes his head, his face wincing in pain.
“No women. No kids. I don’t have many morals, but those two things have gotten me through my life to this point. They don’t ask for the mafia’s wars.”
“Do you understand why I stayed?”
He paused, looking at me seriously, surprised by the question.
“No, Eva. I do not understand why you wouldn’t want to run all the way back to the police station, to your life, to everything that monster stole from you. I was just glad for it.”
“I went to the police before. It was... a similar situation, I guess, in some ways. But it couldn’t have been more different. It was just a date. I went back to his place, but that was when something in him changed.”
Sal’s lip twitches, knowingly.
“Yea. I got out, and he never... he didn’t really do anything. But I was scared, and I thought if he did it to me, how many other girls was he doing it to? And what did he get away with. It made me sick. So even though I was safe, and he only scared me, I went to the police. Do you know what they did?”
Sal took in a deep breath, nodding as he moved his hand to cup my jaw, staring at me seriously. “Yes, I know what the pigs did. They said it was no big deal. That you were overreacting, and that your instincts and concern was misguided.”
“Basically. They made me feel like it was all my fault, like I deserved it for going home with him. So when you saved me... I didn’t want to face anyone. I didn’t want to have to explain what happened, and hear all my worst thoughts put into words. I feel like an idiot being caught by... that monster,” I say, refusing to use his name. “But now I know it really wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t just some easy target. I was a paid target.”
“It was never your fault, even if you were an easy target. No one would ever want to be taken like that, do you understand?”
I stare up at him, tears flickering in my eyes. I’ve never told anyone any of this before, and to hear the fierceness in his voice makes my heart swell.
“I’m glad I stayed. It was the right choice. And I’m glad you were the one who found me.”
A faint smile flickers over Sal’s mouth.
“But if I’m going to stay safe, I need more than just you to protect me. I want to protect myself. I need to toughen up.”
“What do you need?” Sal asks dutifully.
“You have a gun, I presume?” I ask. He nods and walks into the kitchen. I get up and follow him, still slightly dazed by all this new information. He opens a drawer and takes out a gun and a cartridge of bullets, holding them up for me to see. I nod.
“Of course you do,” I murmur. “Okay. Here is what I need. Teach me how to use that.”
Sal cocks his head to one side. “Right now?”
“Yes. Right now. No time like the present.”
“Are you sure? You’ve just gotten a lot of info to process, maybe you should wait—”
“No,” I protest, stepping closer. “Sal, I need this. Please. The world is darker and scarier than even I imagined, and that’s saying something. So, yes. I need to learn how to shoot. Right now, right here. And you’re going to teach me.”
Sal sizes me up for a moment as though he expects me to take it back, but I don’t. He takes me by the hand.
“Okay. In that case, let’s step outside.”
To his credit, he jumps right into a detailed explanation of how to handle, load, point, and fire a gun. He takes me in his arms, placing his hands over mine, helping me learn to judge distance and aim. We take hours with no break. Sal explains everything in close detail, with the relaxed, determined disposition of a seasoned professional. Like he’s just explaining how to casually replace a light bulb or something. And I appreciate that. The last thing I need right now is for him to make a big deal out of this. If I am going to face up to my opponent, my own long lost half-brother, then I need to take this seriously. This is life or death, literally.
“Aim true and shoot,” Sal says softly into my ear.
My heart is pounding. I have never fired a gun in my life. Never even touched a gun or seen one in person until now. I have no idea if I can pull this off or not, but Sal seems to have full faith in my abilities. That alone is enough to give me the confidence to pull the trigger.
The gun fires, jolting my entire body as the bullet goes flying and strikes the knobbly hole of a tree. The exact part of the tree I was aiming for. I’m so elated and exhilarated by the success that I nearly drop the gun. I let out a shriek of surprise and pride and turn back to Sal, who’s grinning. He takes the gun from me and sets it down gently.
“That was fantastic,” he says. “Spot on.”
“I can’t believe I did that!” I exclaim. “I really did it!”
“You did. I’m so proud of you. I’ve never met a girl like you before, Eva. Never in my life. You’re not the scared little girl Geoffrey Mink probably thought you were. You’re not a victim. You’re a survivor. You’re a badass,” he compliments me, and I can tell every single word is purely genuine.
The thrill of firing a perfect shot, combined with the rush of wild emotions I’ve been experiencing for the past several hours bubble over and I throw my arms around Sal, jumping up into his arms. He catches me easily and kisses me, that familiar fire sparking and burning between us, threatening to consume us both if we aren’t careful.
I know I should back away from the flame, but as he kisses me deeply, his hands tangling in my hair and stroking my face, I just can’t. If I have to burn, I’ll burn.
13
Salvatore
The spark between us isn’t just threatening to light up. It has already been fan
ned into a flame, and I think both of us know there’s nothing we can do to stop it. The burning sun starts to rise behind us, lighting up the trees and making her look like an ethereal beauty.
I kiss her again. And again. And again, and our faces stay together as I walk us back toward the house. My arms hold her up as if she weighs nothing, and she puts her hands around the back of my head to pull herself up toward me and kiss me harder, letting out tongues flirt with each other between our lips.
I get past the door, but I only get as far as the couch before I stop to sit down with her, squeezing her, feeling her up. I’m full of greed and hunger, and all I want is to take more and more of her for myself.
Her blood is hot and full of need, despite all the innocence she’s held onto for so long. She moans softly as I bring my mouth below her jaw and suck on the nape of her neck. My teeth touch her skin, and I want to sink them into it. I nip her and breathe hot air on her, soft groaning from my chest getting her all the more excited.
I pull her shirt off before she has a chance to realize what I’m doing. My strong hands rip it away and toss it to the floor, and I squeeze her breast through the bra, thumb rolling over the soft fabric. I like how it teases me with what’s underneath.
Her hands go to my shirt, tugging at it, pleading with me to make it go away as well. She leans back on my lap to let me do just that, and the next moment, I’m bare chested before her.
She gazes on me with pure desire.
Her hands go to my pecs, soft hands running down them and over my nipples until she lets herself press her face to my chest. She listens to my strong, heavy heartbeat while gently thrusting her hips forward against my lap.
I can feel her heat.
Her nails dig into my sides and run down them. Every muscle I have, every inch of my hardened body, she worships.
Her lips press against my pecs, and her hands go up to my shoulders to feel the muscles that run from my neck to my biceps. She squeezes, scratches, kisses, anything she can do to feel more of me.
I’ve had women hanging on me before, but none have been so thoughtful as Eva. She hungers for me, everything I have to give and more.
I squeeze her hips and pull her closer into me, just to show how much control I have over her body, even as she enjoys everything I have to offer. While she basks my body with attention, I unhook her bra, then push her back just enough to slide it off and toss it to the floor.
I put my hands behind her back and run a finger down her spine to make her arch her back for me and present herself completely and utterly, breasts bare and tempting me. Just as she kissed my chest, I kiss her breasts, and my tongue rolls out to taste her. I suck her breasts gently at first, but I get more aggressive when I get that feeling of her stiff neediness in my mouth.
My tongue flicks her nipples with its tip, swirling around the areolas, memorizing every detail of her body and how it feels. My cock is growing stiffer by the second as I feel her against my mouth. My hot breath washes over her nipples, but that doesn’t keep them from getting stiff as if we were in the cold air outside.
My hands wrap around her waist and squeeze her harder, my body aching for her. But I’m going to deny myself just a little longer. I pick her up, and she whimpers as my mouth leaves her breasts, hands clawing for me a little, but she realizes that I’m turning her around, and she squirms around to make it happen.
I sit her on my lap facing away from me, and as soon as her ass is on my lap, she starts pushing it back into me, turning her head to look at me with lidded eyes.
“Fuck, Eva,” I groan as I feel the soft give of her ass cheeks pushing through our clothes against my thick, ribbed cock. “Every time I see you, I want to bend you over the kitchen table again.”
“Do you know how much I’ve dreamed about that night over and over again?” she says, her voice a whimper that makes my cock twitch.
I slide my finger around the waist of her pants until it reaches the front, and without more warning, I slip it under the fabrics to search out her pussy.
She gasps when the tip of my thick finger touches those hot, wet folds, and I rub them gently, feeling how ready she is for me.
“I’m going to give you something to dream about,” I whisper into her ear in a husky tone.
Her mouth hangs open and her hair spills over my chest as she leans her head back and pushes her hips up into my touch.
I don’t make it that easy for her, though.
Using my other hand, I hold her waist close to me, restraining her, pinning her to my hips while I finger her. My hand clenches around her possessively.
She squirms in my grasp and whimpers.
The tip of my finger touches that sensitive, swollen nub of her clit, and I start rubbing it gently, electrifying her pussy with the smallest movement. I rub my finger in small circles, taking in the rhythm of the way her folds slide around my finger.
She wants to wiggle away from my touch, but I hold her tightly in place. The sensitive touch I’m giving her is driving her wild and getting her wetter by the second. She puts her hands on my thighs and tries to dig them into the denim, sliding her ass back and forth as much as my snug grip allows.
I put my teeth on her neck again, gently brushing the sensitive skin, so very close to biting into her while I tease her clit. She starts pushing her hips up harder despite my hold on her. When I don’t let her go, she whimpers.
The sound is like music to my ears.
“Come for me,” I order her as my finger moves faster and faster around her clit, speeding up her own rhythm until I control it completely. Her breaths are short and desperate, and I can see the blush on her face as she gets closer and closer to the edge.
I feel her start to tighten and writhe in my grasp, but I never let her go, never relent, never slowdown in my endless circles on her clit.
She lets out a sharp gasp when she comes, and I feel my finger wetter than ever.
I hold onto her through the orgasm, digging my finger into her and feeling every part of her I can reach as I guide her through the orgasm.
When it starts to come to an end, I stand up and toss her on the couch, unbuttoning my pants and letting my cock spring free.
I pull her pants down her hips, and she wiggles to get them just to her knees. I don’t bother pulling them the rest of the way off or getting my pants off either. I want her.
Now.
For just a moment, I hold her hips in my hands, gazing at her glistening pussy and her ass cheeks, and I look past that to see her desperate, hungry face panting at me.
“Please, Sal,” she gasps, “I... I want to feel you!”
My body has known her for so little time, but it hungers for her as if it’s had her every night for years.
I seize her hips and spear her with my cock, hard and fast.
She gasps as I enter her, and this time, there’s no going slow and steady, no sensual ease. I want to fuck her, hard and fast, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
She’s on the couch, topless, her pants halfway down her legs, and my cock is stuffed inside her, thick and throbbing with each buck of my hips. I start rutting into her with a powerful, energetic pace that’s as precise as it is relentless.
With every thrust, her whole body shakes, and me holding onto her is the only thing that keeps her from getting run off the couch. My grip on her is as tight as it was when I was fingering her.
It’s like I have an animalistic drive to hammer into her, something primal in me that makes it feel so sweet and right at the same time that each thrust makes my blood run hotter.
My body is near perfection. I have arms that have killed men twice as strong as me. But every inch of those muscles are in fire with lust for Eva, this broken girl impaled on my cock.
She’s sweet and tight. My cock glides through her insides and grinds against everything, absolutely everything. There’s nothing inside her that I can’t claim, and I prove it to her.
I twist her hips to the left as I fuc
k her, then right, and each new angle lets me feel more of her, and I feel as her legs squirm and struggle in my grasp. She’s utterly mine, and that fact makes me grow harder and stiffer than ever.
My balls are heavy and swollen with desire. I need to empty myself into her. I want to. Every muscle in my body wants it. But the more I ache for her, the sweeter it feels, the better each thrust is in her.
And as she gets tight and screams again, I know it’s better for her, too. The force of her orgasm is almost enough to knock me over the edge of my own pleasure, but my control over my body and hers is absolute.
My cock is so hard that I feel like I could hold her up with it and nothing else. After her orgasm dies down, I pull out of her and slap her ass with a sharp crack that resonates in the room.
“On your knees,” I order her, and she obeys like she was trained for it.
I grab her ass before she’s even in position, and I thrust into her again, immediately hitting her g-spot and focusing all my attention there, pounding into her over and over again. I think about that first time we spent together, the look in her eyes and the sound of her voice when she asked to suck my cock.
It’s enough to make me dizzy as I rut into her.
But that doesn’t stop me. Nothing could, right now. Over and over again, my hips smack against her ass while my heavy, needy balls swing under her, and I hear moans of pleasure coming from her lips with each thrust. Soon, she grabs one of the cushions on the couch and digs her nails and her teeth into it, both to keep her stable and to give her something to bite into as I feel her getting tight around me again.
When the orgasm hits her, she screams into the cushion, absolutely letting loose all her inhibitions. The shuddering I feel in her body tells me just how good it feels, how complete and absolute the orgasm is for her.
And with that, I release myself.
My hips start bucking into her in less of a precise, machine-like pistoning and more of just a wild attack, an endless onslaught of force that sends me spiraling over the edge of my own control.
My hands have never lessened their grip on her hips, and even now, they don’t. Even as I thrust wildly into her, I let her know she’s mine.
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