Page 40 of House of Lies
“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it.”
“I’m not pretending.” She smirks. “This is one of my fantasies.”
“What else do you fantasize about?” I want to know. So I can fulfill those fantasies of hers.
“That you fuck me like you hate me.”
Isn’t this what Mattia has done so far? She wants me to be her enemy, so she won’t allow herself to feel something else. She needs me to fuck her like I hate her because it’s something she’s used to.
“I can fuck you like I hate you if this is what you want, Wildfire. But it won’t make it real.”
She takes revenge by inflicting another cut on my skin, this time way lower, along the clavicle. It’s deeper than the others, and instead of sucking the blood, she smears it on my skin with her thumb. I hold her still, walking toward the edge of the pool. Her body is trapped between the concrete wall and my body. I lift her body higher, grasping my fingers on her wrist and stealing the knife from her hand. I force her hands behind her back so she can’t fight back. So she can’t touch me. A satisfied smile spreads across her lips when I take all the power away from her. Her body takes control over her mind when I stand still and stare at her. She moves her hips slowly, chasing what I refuse to give her. The handle of the knife burns my skin as I close my hand around it, placing the jagged edge at the side of her neck, behind her ear. Her body shudders, the wetness coating my cock.
“If you’re trying to convince me you hate me, your pussy does a terrible job,” I whisper in her ear.
“You thought I was dead,” she replies. “You said that it scared the hell out of you. But would that be such a bad thing?”
She’s going to drive me insane. And I will lash out at Mattia all the craziness the next time I see him.
“If you were to die, it would be by my hand, Caelia.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Yes.”
Nobody touches my woman. I take a step back, slipping out of her. Grabbing her wrist, I spin her around, crushing her chest against the concrete, and throw the knife with enough force so it lands on the grass, far away from her reach. I can’t fuck her as I want to if I’m going to be concerned about my life. She stretches her hands forward, trying to grip them onto something, as I dig my fingers into the skin of her waist, thrusting inside her. Her feet are not touching the bottom of the pool. Her entire body is at my mercy. She whimpers when I move my hand between her legs, circling her clit. I spot Dmitri coming outside on the patio. He freezes for a second, then goes back inside the mansion. Caelia doesn’t seem to notice him. She would try to hide otherwise. I got used to an audience when I fuck her. It makes my dick throb inside her. They can watch, but no one will touch her ever again. I will fuck Mattia out of her system. I will fuck her name out of her lips.
Her muscles are tense, and her pussy clenches as she comes. She struggles to muffle a scream and fails.
“Good girl. Let them hear how beautifully you come for me.”
It’s so fucking addictive. I feel a spark of something inside me where the void has always been. She has enough power over me to pour herself into it. I want her to. I won’t filter anything she has to give: her pain, screams, and smile. I want everything. She can barely hold herself together when I place my hand around her neck, pulling her body back to me. Her head tilts back on my shoulder. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes close as the rain falls on her face. I can’t take my eyes off her. My body tenses like it’s going to snap. I get tunnel vision as I come inside her, my feet trembling. The orgasm crushes me, wave after wave of pleasure. It feels like drowning.
“On, no, baby. I’m not done with you yet,” I assure her when her body limps in my arms.
“What?”
Turning her around, I lift her onto the pool’s edge, removing what’s left of her leggings. I need to see her body on full display.
“You know the rules.” I spread her feet apart, settling between them. “You come on my cock, then you come in my mouth. You can pretend to hate me, Wildfire. We both know the truth.”
“I do hate?—”
Her sentence is cut short when I lock my mouth on her pussy, words being replaced by moans.
CHAPTER 25
Kaz
I never thought of her as my mother. She was always just the woman who kept one of her children, and she kept Mattia. I don’t blame her for that mistake. We were twins. We were babies. How could she have possibly known that she was choosing the fucked-up one? The wife of Ermanno Benedetti cheated on her husband. She was forced to keep one of us and ship the other to Russia, to Alexei Mordvinov, a Bratva leader on the FBI’s top ten most wanted fugitives list, also known as my father. She never told him about Mattia. We found out about him after my father’s death when we looked closely at the Benedetti family. My father had no reason to look. Fiona had a one-night stand with him, trying to forget about her loveless marriage, even if for a couple of hours. He never loved her. He didn’t care about her. So he took me in and raised me as his only heir, and that was it. He took a paternity test—a story my uncle loves to tell when he’s drunk.
Fate was cruel to Fiona. Ermanno eventually found out that Mattia wasn’t his child. Years later, he came after my father and killed him in an explosion where he was lured to a business meeting. He started to abuse his wife, passing her around as a joke between his friends. He thinks killing her would be an act of mercy, so he makes her life a living hell. Mattia knows about what’s been happening to his mother, and instead of helping her, he adds to the abuse.
Tonight is the first night I will see Fiona. Ermanno said she’s been on a cruise for a couple of months. I’m still trying to figure out where he’s been hiding her, as I haven’t seen her anywhere since she came back. It takes all my willpower to stand in the same room as Ermanno without putting a bullet in his head, but I only have to do it for a little longer.
Tonight is the charity ball, and Mattia’s wife finally comes down the stairs, the sound of her heels notifying me of her presence. I turn slowly. All the air is being knocked off my lungs like I’ve been punched. She’s wearing a long, dark green dress with long sleeves that start from her shoulders, leaving her collarbone exposed, and a deep V-shaped cleavage that’s going to send me on a murder rampage if anyone will let their eyes falter lower than her eyes. There’s a split on the right side of the dress, exposing her leg with every step she takes. Caelia curled her fiery red hair and is wearing more makeup than I’m used to, but her eyes pin me on the spot. My weight has suddenly become too much for my bones to hold.
“Hello, husband.” She smiles awkwardly.