"For me?" My voice breaks because I'd never expected anyone to do something like this for me.
"For you, and for our son. I wanted to rid myself of the famiglia and offer you a normal life when you woke up. No violence... just a regular life," he sighs. "When I found out you were in contact with the FBI I realized just how far I'd driven you."
"I'd just given birth, and I was terrified, Enzo. All that mattered at that moment was Luca and making sure he was safe. I couldn't think about anything else," I explain. If he's a traitor then so am I because I'd been ready to sell out everyone to protect my baby, regardless of the consequences for me. "Do you..." I trail off, not knowing how to ask if he resents me for my choice.
He quickly shakes his head, almost as if he's reading my mind.
"I can't blame you for trying to get out. Not when I was blindly suffocating you with my obsession," he pauses, giving me a sad smile. "When I saw the look in your eyes after I killed those guards... something just clicked inside of me. I knew I was at the point of no return and I had no idea how to fix it."
Taking my hands in his, he brings them to his lips.
"So I set out to give you what you wanted. A normal life."
His plans didn't exactly turn out the way he wanted as he's currently in possession of the Agosti empire and half of Jimenez's businesses.
He ends up telling me every single thing he's done over the past few years, even going as far as pulling up a document of names of all the women he'd been seen with and giving it to me so I can convince myself he never touched any of them.
"I was never tempted, little tigress. Not once," he admits when I question him further, since I'd seen just how beautiful those girls were.
"I don't know what to say, Enzo," I speak after a long moment of silence. "It's a lot to take in."
"I know," he nods, pursing his lips. "I've wronged you too many times. But for all my sins, please know I never lied about loving you, or being faithful. You're the only one for me, little tigress," he gives me a lopsided smile as he bends to take the knife, wrapping my hands around it.
"And if you still want your revenge, it's yours to take." He points the knife towards his bare chest, the bloody wound I'd caused earlier staring back at me and making me wince.
"You love me?" I raise my eyes to his, wanting the confirmation from his lips.
"I do, Allegra. I love you more than anything in the world." Raw sincerity drips from his words, and the ice around my heart thaws a little.
"I love you too, Enzo," I tell him just before I position the tip of the knife over his heart.
"Forever," I whisper as I push it into his skin.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
I CLOSE MY EYES, WAITING for death to come. If this is what my little tigress decided, then I'm going to accept it.
I feel the knife digging in my skin, but it's only surface level.
"Done," she quips, prompting me to open my eyes. I frown at her, my hands going to my chest. There's some blood dripping down my skin, but as I feel around the wound, I note the edges.
"It's an A. Now you're mine forever." She raises her chin a notch, daring me to argue with her.
Chuckling, I can only agree with her.
"If I'm alive I'm yours and if I'm dead I'm yours too. Any way you win," I add jokingly, but her expression turns serious.
"How could I ever kill you if that would mean killing my own heart? I couldn't kill you when I thought you'd betrayed me, much less now, when I know the truth."
She drops the knife, moving on her knees until we're mere breaths apart.
Her hands reach out to caress my jaw, her eyes down turned and melancholic.
"I've loved you for so long Enzo," she starts, and those words squeeze at my heart like nothing else. Fuck if I haven't dreamed of hearing her say that to me so many times over the years.
"Even when I didn't understand what love was," she continues, the corner of her lips tugging upwards, "you were so very special to me. You treated me like a queen and for the first time I thought that, maybe, I was worth something more."
To know that she doesn't recognize her own worth pains me more than anything, because it means I haven't done my job right.
"You are, my little tigress. To me you're worth everything."
And I vow that from this moment on, I'll make you see just how much of a treasure you are.
"But you also hurt me," she takes a deep breath, lowering her eyes, "so much and so many times... I was ready to offer you my already battered heart and you threw it in my face. I was ready to open my soul to you, and your first rejection hurt so much I don't think I ever let my guard down again — afraid you'd end me."
"I'm so sorry! Fuck! Words can never express just how sorry I am for my abysmal behavior. I just ask that you give me another chance. Let me love you and prove to you that your heart is safe with me, just how mine is safe with you," I bring my hand up taking some blood from my chest and smearing right over her heart.
She smiles, the first genuine smile I've seen in forever, and I feel like crying at the sight.
"Ok," she whispers, and I waste no time in tugging her to me, wrapping my hands around her ribcage and bringing her mouth to mine. I tease her lips open, slipping my tongue inside and devouring her like the starved man I am.
"Little tigress," I breathe her in, inhaling her essence, "remember when you accused me of bewitching you?" I ask her, amused when she blushes at the memory. "It should be me accusing you of witchcraft because I don't think there's anything more potent than what I feel for you. It's simply... eros."
The love that surpasses everything.
Her eyes widen in understanding, her mouth opening on a small whimper.
"Me too. Even when I wanted to hate you, I loved you so, so much I thought my heart would burst," she shakes her head, her face full of emotion. "You're the only one for me, Enzo. You've always been," she gives me a sly smile, her fingers caressing my jaw, "you do realize I've never looked at another man."
"And that," I say, giving her a quick peck, "makes me the happiest man. Because trust me, if you had, they wouldn't be alive, anyway."
"Savage," she giggles, raising an eyebrow at me.
"But true," I state, unable to take my eyes off her.
A dream come true.
"One last question," she says, bashfully looking away. "Do you..." her breath catches in her throat and she releases a small cough, "feel disgusted by me now that I killed my own family?" She doesn't meet my gaze, so I use my fingers to turn her face towards me, coaxing her to look me in the eye.
"Don't be ashamed of anything, little tigress. Not with me." I trace the contour of her cheeks, losing myself in the clarity of her eyes, "how could I ever feel disgusted by you when I did the same to mine. We're more alike than you know," I give her an encouraging smile, "two pieces broken from a whole that are finally merged again. If there's such a thing as soul mates, you're mine. Never doubt that."
"You're such a silver tongued devil," she mutters under her breath, but the corners of her mouth are pulling up — she's trying to fight a smile.
"And you are my bloody little tigress, and I have to admit it was hot to watch you hacking your father to death."
"You were watching?" Her eyes grow wide, and she catches my hand with hers.
"Of course. I would never take any chances with your safety. That being said, I wanted you to take control of your own fate," I wink at her.
"Thank you," she sighs deeply, "I needed to do it. Needed to reclaim my own independence and everything they stole from me. I know it's fucked up but,"
"No buts little tigress. Don't second guess yourself." She purses her lips but nods slowly, her eyes on mine.
I continue touching her, the feel of her in my arms worth all the years of longing. My hands are everywhere on her body as I bring her flush against me, inhaling her scent and reveling in this one dream turned reality.
"Enzo," she suddenly calls my name, her expression rather
thoughtful.
"Uhm?" I ask, my lips already tracing the column of her neck, hungry for her, restless for her.
"Make love to me please," she whispers softly, a small dot of red marring her cheeks.
"You don't have to ask twice, little tigress."
I'm trying very hard to control myself and give her a slow and sensuous experience. After the failure of last time, I want her to feel all of my love.
I skim the underside of her breasts with my hand, taking up the sweater and tugging it off her. She's not wearing a bra, and the sight of her perk titties is making my mouth water.
"Fuck, just the sight of you like this," I shake my head, words failing me.
But I aim to worship her body today so she'll have no doubt of my feelings.
Her fingers trace my wound, her brows drawn together.
"Does it hurt?" she asks, leaning in to kiss it. Her tongue sneaks out, and she traces the outline of the gash, lapping up the blood. I feel a tingly sensation at the site but her mouth is like a panacea, taking away all the hurt and leaving only bliss behind.
She slowly moves up, licking her way up my neck until she reaches my jaw, a spark of mischief in her eyes.
"You're going to be a naughty tigress today?" I ask her and she giggles, her arms wounding around me, her lips seeking mine.
I kiss her like she's the shore and I'm the sea, the waves that swallow up the welcoming sand, forgetting where one ends, and the other begins. Forged in fire but tempered in water, the yin and yang of being.
Because only in her arms do I truly feel whole.
I hold tight on to her as our mouths fuse together, her nipples brushing against my chest, my blood smearing even further on her pristine canvas.
Nibbling at her lips, I move to her cheek, dragging my tongue towards her ear.
"Abyss," I whisper against her skin, "just like a bottomless pit, my feelings for you know no bounds. Emptiness or infinity, it's just a matter of perspective."
She turns her head towards me, her pupils dilated with desire, her irises drowned by her arousal, "infinity," she smiles, "I like that," she says and her lips are on mine once more.
I lay her down slowly, my body blanketing hers, my hands roaming all over her naked flesh. Dipping my head lower, I move my mouth down her neck, reaching her tits. I take one bud in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while I massage the other with my hand.
She arches her back, bringing her lower half into me as I tease her.
"Enzo," her breathless sound is all the encouragement I need to continue.
Hands in my hair, she's pressing my face into her tits, a scrape of teeth against her nipple making her moan in surrender.
After I've offered the same ministrations to the other nipple, I move lower, my hands hurrying to unzip her pants and tug them off her legs.
She's wearing a scrap of material as panties, the outline of her pussy lips visible through the drenched white cloth.
I bury my nose between her legs, inhaling her musky scent. When I use my tongue to give her a long lick, she whimpers, raising her hips to meet my mouth.
Greedy little tigress.
"Fuck me, love, you're dripping," I rasp against her sensitive flesh, blowing hot air and making her squirm under me.
She wraps her legs around my neck, bringing me flush against her.
"What do you need, little tigress? Tell me," I demand as I use one finger to torture her clit through the flimsy material.
Eyes closed, she releases a strangled moan as I let my finger slide lower, and lower.
"Your mouth," she breathes out, her thighs tightening around me.
"My mouth," I continue to caress her with my finger, wanting to hear her ask for it, "where do you want my mouth?"
"Right there," she mewls softly, grinding herself on me, "on my pussy."
I grip the band of her panties and I pull outward, ripping the material off her, finally getting access to her pretty pussy.
Dipping one finger between her lips, I find her dripping and ready, her arousal clinging to my digit like sweet cream.
Seeing her all wet and ripe is enough to whet my already ravenous appetite. I wrap my mouth around her clit in an open kiss, my tongue stroking it just how she likes it. She starts writhing under me, and I give a long lick from her ass to her mound, using my tongue to probe at her entrance, teasing and nibbling until she's spasming, her thighs clenching around my head, her hands digging in my scalp.
To die worshipping her pussy might just be the best type of death.
"Enzo," she yelps, pulling my hair, her breath ragged as she reaches for that high, "I'm coming.... I'm..." she trails off, her pussy flooding me with her juices and I lap at her, drowning in her essence.
She's already limp, spent after her orgasm as I lay a kiss on her pussy, slowly making my way up to her stomach, her tits, and her neck before finally kissing her mouth.
With a roguish grin, she pushes at my shoulders, rolling with me until I'm on my back. Straddling me, she has a dangerous glint in her eyes as she takes the bottle of whiskey and pours it slowly on her chest, the amber liquid flowing in a hypnotizing river between the valley of her breasts. I rise up, catching her by the waist and bringing her closer, my mouth open to imbibe her nectar.
Some drops of whiskey land on my wound, and the combination of pain and pleasure makes me hiss.
"The pain," she starts, letting the liquid drip on my stomach, "is for breaking my heart," her voice is full and throaty, and no pain in the world would stop my cock from hardening just from that sound.
Putting the bottle next to me, she pushes me to the ground before lapping at the drops of whiskey with her tongue.
She moves lower until she reaches my pants. Raising her head slightly, she looks me in the eye, the question unspoken.
Thoughtful little tigress.
She must have understood why I'd always avoided this particular act, but ever since I dumped my mother at the bottom of the Hudson, I've started to realize I could in fact put the past behind me.
"No teeth this time," I tell her, my voice gruff, my hard cock already straining against the zipper.
She giggles softly, shaking her head.
"Only pleasure this time," her cheek is right over my bulge as she's tracing the contour of my dick with her mouth half-open, "for putting my heart back together."
Her nimble fingers are quick to work the fly, lowering it until she makes contact with my hot flesh. She releases a soft gasp as she tries to wrap her small hand around me, her fingers not quite meeting as she strokes me up and down.
I breathe out harshly, my eyes closed as I focus on her innocent touch.
"Tigress," I groan when her fingers brush the underside, her thumb on the head of my cock, swiping the moisture and using it as lubricant, "you're killing me," I can barely speak as she brings her hand down to my base before dragging it up again.
"I love your cock," she whispers, tilting her head to give me a tentative lick, tasting the beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip. She gives it a kiss before blowing on it and making the hairs on my body stand up, my balls aching with anticipation.
"I'll never harm it again. Promise," she gives me an impish smile and then her mouth is on me, open and inviting as she wraps her lips around the head, sucking me in.
"Fuck," an intake of breath and she knows she has me at her mercy. She gives me a slow lick from base to tip, all the while looking at me with a devious spark in her eyes.
"What are you doing to me, little tigress," I barely force the words out as she takes me deeper, her warm mouth enveloping my length until the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. Her hands are gently massaging my balls, her touch as effective as dynamite.
"Fucking hell," I hiss, hands in her hair as I thrust into her mouth, my muscles strained, the pleasure too intense.
"You like my cock down your throat, don't you, my naughty little tigress?" I rasp as she swirls her tongue right under the tip.
Fuc
k me! How did I get so lucky?
Whatever she's doing to me works because soon I feel a tingling down my spine and I know I'm close.
"I'm coming," I try to warn her, but she keeps on working me with her mouth until I simply explode. She's there to pick up the pieces as she swallows every last bit, shamelessly looking up and licking her lips as if it's the most delicious dessert.
"You're the best," I drag her up my body to kiss her, tasting myself on her just like she can taste herself on me. And fuck if that doesn't make me hard again.
She pushes me down, eyes on me as she looks around for something. A small smile appears on her face as she moves slightly to grab the knife before straddling me once more, my dick resting right between the lips of her pussy.
"Allegra?" I ask as I watch her slide the knife over her palm before dragging it down my chest.
"Your turn," she says, her melodious voice enthralling.
I don't even ask what she means as she wraps my fingers over the hilt, pointing the tip of the knife right above her breast.
"Make me yours," she whispers, pushing it forward until it pierces the skin.
"You're mine anyway," I reply, the thought of hurting her making me sick.
"Do it," she urges, tightening her fingers on top of mine.
One look in her eyes and I see the conviction — but more than anything I see her love.
I drag the knife down in a straight line, applying the barest pressure to break the skin, blood coating the blade, but still not enough to hurt her.
Her breath hitches and she trembles slightly in my arms as I engrave my initial into her flesh, arousal dripping from her pussy as she slowly moves back and forth on top of my dick. I'm already hard, her juices coating my shaft, the increased friction pure torture.
"Done," I say, dropping the blade, and leaning in to suck on the errant blood.
The back of her hand comes on my cheek for a sweet caress.
"I want to fuck you, Enzo," she whispers in my ear, "will you let me?"
"Use me," I tell her, "use me and take your pleasure, little tigress. I'm all yours."
A satisfied smile appears on her face as she gives me a gentle shove. I fall to my elbows, all the while watching her, entranced by her sensuous movements and the fluid sexuality that's dripping from her. I'd known from the very beginning that under so much fire there could only be a volcanic passion waiting to be awakened.
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