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{ Chapter 50 } : His Tesoro
8 days before the fight
Samuel
The break of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains and woke me up. I was entangled in pink sheets with my arms full of soft, sleepy, warm tesoro.
I didn't move for a few seconds as I basked in this rare moment of peace. Anna's naked body was curled into my side, her silky waves surrounding us like a waterfall, and her soft breathing in my neck. She stirred in her sleep and released a sound that sounded like my name. My chest twisted. I cradled the back of her head and pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding my lips there. Wishing she could feel my touch even in her dreams.
How many more mornings did we have left like this?
None, I reminded myself with a clenched jaw. This was the last one.
No more nights where I secretly snuck into her room. No more mornings where we split just before her mom woke so I could hurry my ass into my own room before we got caught.
My gaze roamed over to her nightstand, where her clock indicated 5:23 AM.
Danny was going to call me in two minutes.
Without wanting too, I drew away from Anna's body and she made a plea of protest in her sleep, reaching out for me again. It broke my heart a little. She said she slept better with me by her side and now I wouldn't be here anymore.
The first night I slept in her home, I heard her screams. They'd sliced me, as I laid in my own room, fury stroking every muscle in my body. Her family slept like logs while my girl had nightmares. No one did anything. It was if they'd gotten used to her nightly terrors and decided it just wasn't worth it anymore. The first time she let me into her bed, we fell asleep with a pillow between us. She'd only whimpered and I'd kissed her knuckles to shush her, to help bring her some sense of serenity in her sleep. I didn't touch anymore of her without her permission; she wasn't mine yet and I had every intention of showing her I was in it for more than a booty call.
Now I could.
Now she was mine and when we slept in each other's arms, I kissed the back of her head incessantly, her neck, her bare shoulders, even rubbed her satin-clad pussy when she was whispering my name with a sleepy grin on my face.
I'd die for this woman.
I reminded myself that my next move was for her safety.
I made Daniel vow to me that he would protect her and I knew he was a man of his word. He too had a soft spot for Anna. She just had this way of worming herself into your heart.
I sat at the edge of her bed, pulling my fingers through my messy blond strands. Anna groaned softly until her fingers curled in the waistband of my boxer briefs. Satisfied that she had a hold on me, she quieted once more and continued to sleep. I grinned like a fool, as I reached for my cellphone on her nightstand.
Danny was calling. I picked it up and brought it to my ear, making sure to keep my voice as low as possible to not wake up my girl. "Hello?"
"Did you do it?" Sharp, business-like, his voice left no room for argument.
"No," I said, closing my eyes. I swallowed when I felt Anna shifting closer to me, still deep in sleep.
"Sam," he warned.
I kept my distance from Anna yesterday, because I told Danny I was going to end it. I told him I was going over to her place last night to tell her I no longer wanted to be with her so she could catch a flight with her family and put 7,000 kilometers between us. I'd break her heart and mine in the process, if it meant keeping her safe. She didn't need to be here when things got uglier than they already were. I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the fight with her unprotected. Yes, Danny taught her how to use a gun while Nate and I taught her how to fight...but it wasn't enough.
It would never be enough.
"I tried to tell her last night." Instead, I fucked her like she was a horny ring bunny and my girl took my cock like a goddamn champion.
"And?"
Something uncomfortable lodged in my throat. "I'll tell her this morning. She'll be on that flight tomorrow," I said hoarsely, staring ceilingward.
Danny's pensive silence told me he knew I was full of shit.
I gritted my teeth. "You made me a promise. Swear she'll be protected once she lands in Europe. I want eyes and ears everywhere she goes. Not a single inch of her will be harmed."
I was obsessed with protecting this woman. She could hate me for what I was about to do, but I would keep loving her from afar. When the fight was over and she was back home, I'd grovel like my life depended on it.
Because it did.
There was no future for me without my Barbie Girl.
"She'll be protected. I have an associate who'll watch over her family."
"Name," I snaped.
"Maxim Mikhailov," Daniel says. "Now do what's needed, Rafael. She'll be mad for awhile, but ultimately, she'll understand."
I ended the call and the first drop of rage tunneled through my veins. I was angry. So motherfucking angry. It wasn't supposed to be like this for Anna and I. I was supposed to get the girl and live happily ever fucking after.
I willed myself to calm down and not smash my phone against the wall. Instead, I focused on the blonde behind me, who now lay sprawled on her back with the blankets down to her legs.
You're doing this because you love her. She'll forgive you. She'll take you back. She loves you too much. She'll understand. Everything will be okay once the fight is over.
I should have woken her up but seeing her lost in the throes of slumber made me halt and enjoy this moment a little longer. I reached into my discarded leather jacket on the floor and plucked out the gifts I brought her last night, setting them next to her on the bed.
The first one was a stack of printed polaroid pictures of us in all sorts of compromising positions. Her pussy stuffed full of my cock. Her mouth wrapped around my tip. My teeth tugging her nipple. My dick wedged between her ass cheeks. I also had a USB for her filled with short videos of us doing the nastiest shit imaginable. You couldn't see our faces in any of the shots or clips. I was always safe when it came to her.
I wanted her to remember me and these moments forever. These pictures and videos were more than exciting, dirty memories. They were trust. They were us. They were proof that I loved her beyond anything and cherished the fact that she felt comfortable enough to do this with me.
The second gift was a gold necklace with my name engraved.
If I didn't make it past the fight, I wanted her to remember that I had existed, that I had loved her selflessly, and that I would have continued doing so had I lived.
That and the possessive part of me got hard knowing if people's gazes fell upon her neck, they'd see my name stamped there. That would teach all the leery bastards that this girl was taken and she was all mine, thank you very fucking much.
I got up to freshen up in her ensuite. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, gave myself two mental pep-talks...but when I stumbled back into her room...I forgot why I had to break it off with her.
Awake, my girl was a temptress—sexy nymph with long hair, sultry eyes, and sensual features sent to Earth to test my mental sanity. Asleep, she was nothing short of angelic.
She hadn't even left and my heart already longed for her.
The bed depressed as I kneeled at the foot, pulling the blanket away until my eyes could feast upon her naked body. She was still on her back, her arms twisted into her pillow, and her big fucking tits rising and falling with a steady beat.
"I want to wake up with your mouth between my legs," she'd hushed to me the first night we made love, then flushed as if embarrassed by her request. I told her there was no shame. Never with me.
I already had her last night—rough too—so I knew she'd be sore.
Didn't mean I couldn't taste her one last time and give her another parting gift.
I split her legs and crawled between, withdrawing her black panties down her legs. She mumbled in her sleep. Her pussy beckoned me closer and I parted her folds with my thumbs and blew cold air. She was all bare and pretty pink with a hint of soreness. I couldn't help it—I kissed her tight hole and my tongue rimmed over the beginning smear of her arousal. So my dirty tesoro was thinking naughty thoughts.
I didn't eat her out the way I wanted too. Passionately and all-consumingly.
What I did do was press tender kisses up her slit, to her mound, and to each lip. I caressed her softly until I arrived at her clit, which swelled, craving my attention. I watched Anna's expression twist in her sleep as I flicked my tongue over her sensitive bud relentlessly. A moan slipped past her. Her breathing deepening. I lavished another suckling kiss to her clit, pumping softly, while I massaged her inner-thighs.
Anna whimpered in her sleep as she came, her cum leaking over my mouth and chin.
"Wake up, baby," I murmured into her, my tongue lapping her remnants.
She stirred with a sigh.
I climbed up her body, pressing hungry kisses all over her taut stomach. I fingered her gold waist chain on my way—she was so fucking sexy—before sucking her nipples and wetting them with a mixture of my saliva and her cum. Her fingers speared in my hair, holding me to her chest, so attuned to me even in her dreams. I released her nipples with a pop, loving the way they grew erect under my ministrations. Anna had the kind of body women tried to get surgically enhanced and it was all natural. Small waist. Big tits. Thick ass. Long shapely legs. I saw how hard she worked to maintain a drool-worthy physique.
I tried to coax awake the love of my life away by sucking a hickey on her neck. "I'm running out of time, baby. Wake up. Show me those eyes I love."
She sighed again, squirming.
I groaned.
She was always so difficult to wake up once she actually fell asleep. The third night I snuck into her room to sleep next to her, she ended up snoring and kneeing me in the balls. I held my family jewels and wailed into the pillow. She hadn't woken up then, so I shouldn't be surprised that an orgasm didn't wake her up.
Reaching for the velvet box on her bed, I pulled out the necklace and tied it around her neck. The Samuel dangling right over her breasts looked so perfect. It was made for her. I was made for her. I stroked her cheek and she leaned into the touch, mumbling my name once again.
Sam.
One word.
Three letters.
It pierced into my chest, cracking it open until it oozed nothing but warmth and affection for this woman.
God, I love her, I love her, I love her.
"Please, Jodanna. Wake up." I hovered my mouth over hers and used my thumb to gather the wetness pooling between her thighs. I rubbed it over her lip. She hummed in her sleep, rolling her bottom lip inside her mouth. I felt a sick satisfaction seeing her taste herself—unknowingly—in her sleep, while she thought of me. "We don't have much time left."
It became obvious she wasn't going to wake up, so I lay back against the pillows, half propped up by the headboard and dragged her body on top of mine. She instantly cuddled me like I was her life-sized teddy bear. I wasn't complaining. Not when her warm tits were squashed against my pecs and her body molded over mine, her bare pussy seated right over my tented bulge. Her face was pressed against my chest and I pulled her hair away from her mouth, kissing her forehead. "Belissima, wake up."
My hands roved over her body. I massaged her neck, her shoulders, her back. She must be so exhausted. Not just from our physical activities, but from the last few weeks of mental strain. Joey putting his hands on her. Connor trying to pull the trigger on us. The list never stopped. We could never have it easy.
I grabbed her left hand and watched as the sunlight hit the pink morganite. A wave of pride soared through me. I'd bought her this promise ring with the cash I earned fighting bare hands. I would always provide for her, so long as I breathed.
I kissed her ring, her knuckles and her fancy glittery nails. Sometimes she got them painted green. For my eyes, she once said. And like the hopeless romantic I was, I fell deeper.
I spanked her ass after spending a solid minute kneading it.
She woke up on a startled gasp, lifting her head off my chest. Fuck me, I love that I'm the first thing she sees. She blinked her bleary gaze and I rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Wake up, amore."
She slammed her head back on my chest. "No."
"Yes." Another swat. "I need to leave soon."
I need to leave you for a while, but I'll be back. I'll always come back to you.
"No." She hugged my chest and shook her head like a sulking child, her voice fanning over my skin. "You're stuck in this bed forever. If you try to leave, I'm going to tie you to my chair."
"Will you use your whip on me?"
"Mhm."
"Will you wear your dominatrix outfit?"
She smirked into my skin. "You bet I will."
"Done. I'm definitely going to escape now. I'd never miss the chance of getting whipped by you. You're going to look so fucking hot punishing me."
She giggled and lifted her head. I couldn't resist. I kissed her. We had a rule where we never kissed with morning breath, but I didn't care. Not when this might be the last time.
We pulled away and her eyes were still closed when she murmured, "I love you."
A knife plunged in my chest. My eyes stung too. "Yeah?"
"Mhm."
I clasped her face and kissed her, wondering if she could hear my heart breaking. "Tell me you love me again. Please."
"I love you."
I kissed the tip of her nose. "Again."
"I love you."
I closed my eyes, feeling something suspicious like... "Tell me one last time."
When I opened my eyes, she watched me with a calm look. She cupped my stubbled cheeks, sensing something wrong. "Eu amo Você," she said in her language, tearing me apart a little more. "I love you so much, Samuel."
"Eu também te amo," I returned in hers, my voice gruff. I learned for her. Just a few meaningful words. "Ti amo. Ti amo. Ti amo." I pressed a series of nosy kisses to her cheek. "Tanto. I love you so much. Don't ever forget it."
"I won't." That soft, sleepy smile just did it for me. "I dreamt about you last night."
I dream about you every night.
"Oh, yeah?" I thumbed her beauty mark. It was a small faded brown dot near her lip that just added to her sex appeal. "What did you dream about?"
"That you were eating me out."
"Love to break it to you, Anna, but I did eat you out. Ten minutes before you woke up."
Her eyes widened and she sputtered out a soft laugh. "Oh, yeah?"
I tucked her hair behind her ear. "Yeah."
Anna's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Let me return the favor."
I rubbed a palm over my face. I was so fucked.
My girl slid down my body, taking my briefs with her, and watching my cock-spring free. With a saucy look, she got to sucking my dick while I grabbed the roots of her hair, uselessly trying to tame my groans of pleasure. Bless this woman's jaw. Anna slurped like my cock was an ice-lolly and I finished like a virgin getting a blow job for the first time. My cum splashed all over her tits and mouth and she finger-licked every drop, before giving me a mock-innocent. "Oups."
How was I supposed to live without her?
* * *
Like a thief in the night—morning, in my case—I snuck out of my girlfriend's room before her family woke. Danny's bodyguards eyed me with curious looks when I descended the stairs but none of them said a thing. They knew I'd fucked Anna's brains out. I guess the gag really didn't do the trick.
That or the massive hickeys covering my neck were indication that I'd had good pussy last night. I gave them a chin-nod and went into the kitchen, hell bent on making Jodanna breakfast one last time before I left her.
I pulled frozen waffles out of the freezer, toasted them, cut up some strawberries, dolloped a hearty amount of whip cream and chocolate syrup, and loaded everything on a plate before climbing the stairs two at a time. It was a little after six a.m. so I knew we were running short on time. Her family would wake up anytime soon.
Once I deposited her plate on the nightstand, I surveyed her room. It was all pink, glamorous and so very on brand for Anna Reina Sereno.
While she showered, I walked towards her desk, picking up haphazardly displayed notebooks with sketches. My eyebrows drew together in surprise.
Anna said she wasn't an artist in the traditional sense of the word, but she was undeniably talented. I liked to think that I knew a thing or two about clothes, and these drawings of various clothing items? They were incredible. She had an eye for colour and design. She'd penciled lingerie, gowns, swimwear and so much more. But the were all dated two years ago.
Half the pages in the notebook were blank.
She gave up on her dream.
I didn't like that one bit.
She never stopped treating her body like a canvas, but her room was living proof that Anna wanted to be more than just the girl who'd been abused, who had a murdered father and who had a chip on her goddamn shoulders from keeping the world at bay because it had done nothing but shown this bright, elegant human its ugly colours.
If I could take the world in my fighter hands to twist, bend, and shape it into the exact formation where her path was perfectly aligned and devoid of any harm, I would in a heartbeat. I would do anything to see that exquisite smile hanging on those lips like the bright moon on a starless sky.
And if I lived past the fight, I swore, with every fiber in my being, that I would be the guy who'd make it all right for her. I'd help her build the life she always wanted, while building mine alongside hers.
I'd buy her the house she fell in love with, a pink fucking sports car, and give her as many babies as she wanted. And I'd ensure she never strayed from her true calling: creating art in every stylistic form.
My Reina was a walking, talking masterpiece, dripping art with every strut. She was a force to be reckoned with and the world simply wasn't ready for a woman like her to own it.
That's why I had to leave.
I would never be able to end it with her if I didn't I would never be able to walk away...so I could give her the future she deserved to live.
The future we earned.
Before she finished showering, I left her room.
* * *
"Where is Anna?" my mama asked from her perch on the island counter. She sipped her cappuccino and ate an almond biscotti.
I walked over to the fridge and yanked it open, scanning the contents. I had no appetite all of a sudden so I slam it shut. Two hours since I left the Sereno residence and Anna had already texted me twice to ask why I'd left in a haste. "She's at home, mama."
"I thought you were bringing her over here?" Her eyebrows knitted in a frown.
You thought wrong.
She watched me angrily prepare myself a coffee with two shots of expresso. I was skipping classes all day today and tomorrow so I could focus on fighting. I didn't need thoughts of Anna clouding my head anymore than they already did.
Incredible how my mind was filled with senseless thoughts as I flitted through life, until I met her. Incredible how once I'd seen her in the student parking lot, all I could think about was being the boy, the man, who was responsible for recreating that one perfect smile, that one perfect laughter, over and over again.
"No. She's going to Europe. With her family. Where she belongs."
"Samuel."
I hated the way she spoke my name. She called me Rafael, always. Samuel was reserved for chiding me.
I pushed my fingers into my hair, my throat bobbing with an uncomfortable swallow. I stared at the coffee machine, unable to face her. "I'm done having this conversation. I'm breaking up with her. Today."
She gasped so loud it jolted me.
I tightened my fist on the counter.
And, like a coward, I was going to do it through text message. I didn't have the guts to face her. I couldn't see her breaking when I spoke the words. I'd rather shove a spear through my chest than tell her we were done, even if it was to temporarily drive her away.
"Sam, she's your girlfriend," my mama said, in shock.
She's the girl I want to make my wife, I almost snarled, longing spinning in my chest like a hurricane. "Well, she won't be anymore."
"After everything you've been through—"
"—That's why I have to do it!" I roared, whirling around to confront her. "She'll be vulnerable here! I can't protect her when my focus has to be winning a fight! I don't trust Danny's guys to not fail. I don't trust her sick ex to not put his hands on her again. I don't trust the world with her! Don't you get it? If she gets hurt...if she..." I didn't even want to think of the d word. "If she gets hurt, I'll die." I beat a fist to my chest, wrenched. "I'll die inside."
My mama's face pinched and she stepped forth, cupping my face. She was so tiny. Barely reached mid chest. Yet I felt like that small, boy she used to carry on her hip in this moment. Eyes closing, my body sagged. "I'm more scared for her and you. Not me. If I don't make it past the fight, they'll target everyone I love—"
"Enough," she hissed, tone wobbling. "Nothing will happen to you. Mio fligio is brave and strong. Corragio, Rafael. I hate that you're in this predicament. But I have no doubt we'll win and come out of this stronger. I will never let anything happen to you— Daniel will never let anything happen to you."
I trusted Daniel with my whole life. We may not share blood, but he was the older brother I never had. From the moment he stepped into our lives because of Ravenna, he'd shown us nothing but kindness. He was the guy who took me out for gelato every week when I was fourteen, after my sister died, to uphold our tradition. He was the guy who dragged me to the football field every single night and forced me to get my head back in the game when I was floating away in depression after losing my sister. He was the guy who...I knew he was the guy who tracked down the thugs that attacked me in the alleyway when I saved that little girl...and had them killed.
Daniel was never a Bratva to me. He was the guy who took us to Church every Sunday after Ravenna's death, and he was the guy who helped my mother out every month when our dad left, until I took over that task when I turned seventeen.
Daniel was family.
But I knew that sometimes family could fail you, even when they tried their best.
It was too risky. I wanted Anna and my mama out of the city, but the latter refused to leave. I had to at least try with the former.
"I wish I had done a better job protecting you," she said sadly.
I pushed her hair aside and touched my palm to her cheek. It was the first time I noticed how she had truly aged. Her worry lines were more prominent and I smoothed them away. I refused to let her grow old. She would have to live forever. There were few good things in my life and my mama was one of them. She had to live to see her grand babies, and their babies and so on. I pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You did amazing. You left your home to come here and provide better for Ravenna and I, and we lived a good life. Ravenna might not be here, but your efforts weren't in vain. I'm still here and I appreciate everything you've done for us. But you can only do so much, right? This is just life."
"Si. ."
We were financially secure until Ravenna died and my father left. Then my mama's hours at the hospital reduced because she was caught in grieving her dead daughter and broken marriage. We were having a hard time making ends meet. That's why, when I brought home a thousand dollar—cash—from my first fight at sixteen, she hadn't opposed. It helped pay the mortgage. But she did cry seeing my bruised knuckles and tried to mend my wounds.
One fight turned into two. Two into three. Then it never stopped. Neither did the cash. My chest filled with pride. I took care of her, but most importantly, I took care of us. I could finally do something. I became accustomed to bringing home a couple Gs in a month. It helped put food on our table, maintain the beautiful house I grew up in, as well as keeping our safe padded for emergencies. Così è la vita. I did what I had to.
More than that, fighting became my solace.
Fighting was in my blood.
There was nothing like being in a cage, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you drowned your life's woes with your fists.
I may be working towards a shiny degree in business, but my true calling would always be within the octagonal cage.
"Don't do it, Sam." She crushed me in a hug. "Don't hurt her like that."
Pulling away from my mama, I gave her a wry smirk and grabbed my coffee, walking out of the kitchen. I ascended the grand staircase, past Danny's armed guards, and past the room Anna and I had occupied during my birthday weekend.
If I didn't look at it, I didn't have to remember.
If I didn't remember, I could do this.
And I did.
Once I reached my temporary room, I picked up my cellphone and broke my girl's heart.
I don't want to be with you anymore. – Beer Boy
* * *
7 days before the fight.
"Take a break."
Richie's coarse voice instructed, but his cane had already alerted me of his arrival. I drowned out his instructions, my fists blurring before me as I went at the punching bag with a vengeance, I forgot I possessed.
Sweat blinded my vision but I didn't stop, pushing my muscles to new heights.
Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab.
"Sam." I ignored his warning, switching up my routine and adding a few kicks.
"Sam!" His second bark halted me. I grabbed the swinging punching bag with my fists, stopping the momentum as I turned my head to face him, panting. My hair stuck to my skull and I was a mess of anger, annoyance, and anticipation.
"What?" I spat, wiping my hand over my mouth.
"You need to relax. You've done more than enough for today." Richie stared at me blankly. "Go home."
I couldn't go home. Going home meant I had to deal with the clusterfuck that was my life. Being at the gym forced me to focus on my end goal: beating Baxton.
"Thirty more minutes, Rich."
Richie sighed and shook his head like he was both impressed and disappointed by my dedication. I sparred with Blade earlier today for two hours. Then another new fighter. Now I was still here, past dusk.
"I'm leaving now, so lock up after yourself," he said.
"Gotcha, Rich. Have a good evening."
This underground gym—this octagonal cage, the worn-out mats, the equipment, the swinging punching bags—had always been a second home to me. Over here, my brain slowed into one singular thought: every hit stronger than the last. Every drop of sweat evidence of my strength and resilience increasing. This was my place of peace. Of escape.
So imagine how I felt when I heard a familiar click of thigh high boots descending the shabby staircase leading to the basement of the gym.
She was still in the shadows, and my heart fucking fluttered. The thin gold chain around my neck, threaded with the promise ring she'd given me, swung like a pendulum when I stopped my jabs. I strained to hear her.
Would she come close, or would she keep watching me from afar?
We both knew she was here.
Hope along with a heavy churning of dread cemented in my gut. If she was here...She never got on the flight with her family. My eyes squeezed shut. Fucking hell. She was supposed to leave.
She wasn't supposed to be here.
Clearly my text didn't work.
She left me on read and I thought...I thought she'd answer back. I wanted her to cuss me out to lessen my guilt. To punish me. Instead, her silence ate away at me like a can of worms.
And now she was here.
"Didn't you get the memo?" I said, the words bitter like an Amaro cocktail piquing my tongue. "We're done. Get the fuck out of here, tesoro."
Tesoro.
I slipped.
Her heels got louder as she neared. I refused to glance at her. One look at me, and she'd know I was full of shit. But the full force of her rose fragrance hit me and I hollowed, craving her sight.
My head moved to the side.
She unfolded like a mirage come to life.
Jodanna Reina Sereno, mia salvezza. So selfless, so caring, so exquisite. And everything I needed to safeguard.
Parched, I sipped her silhouette and printed it in the canvas of cuore mio, which already brimmed with an endless collection of her in various snaps of head-thrown-back-belly-deep-laughter, lost in the throes of passion, chest-heaving and fury gleaming in her eyes, and my favorite...simply, purely in love. Cazzo, if I grew to be an old man, I'd never forget how my thunderbolt looked in this moment. Soul-wrenchingly strong with a smear of tarnish on her heavily composed armour.
Her long blond waves were curled lightly and left loose down her back, the way I liked it. Her signature pink lipstick sat poised on the surly twist of her lips and those eyes... Those invoking hazel eyes were sharp, winged, and filled with contempt. She was wearing a shiny black leather trench coat, black thigh highs and her invisible crown, forever poised atop her head like a true queen, as she breathed fire in my direction. "Yeah, I got the memo, you fucking asswipe."
I resisted the urge to smirk. I wasn't offended when she called me asswipe. I always found it amusing, but I stood my ground, giving her my best stern expression.
"Then what are you fucking doing here, eh?" I went back to hitting the bag, expelling my frustration on an animate object usually did the job. If I didn't stare at her body, I didn't have to imagine what she may potentially be wearing...or not be wearing under that trench. "Get the fuck out of here."
No. Resta con me per sempre. Stay with me forever.
Anna shot something square at my back. I didn't move as it clattered to the ground.
It was a velvet box. The same one housing her promise ring.
She's returning it to me, I thought, with horrible realization. That ring...I had it fucking made for her. I pondered over the colour, the cut, the gemstone. And she was fucking giving it back to me?
Desperation and fury rolled through my system like an earthquake and I trembled in my rooted spot.
Why did it feel like she clawed into my chest, dug out my bloody heart in her palm, and shot it straight at me to prove how useless it was without her beat?
"What are you doing?" My voice was barely controlled.
"I came to return the ring, you lying bastard. Now give me back the one I gave you."
Hurt. This fucking hurt. My eyes zeroed in on the discarded velvet box on the ground...So easily she threw away the most important gift I'd given to anyone. My smile was tortured. "You can't have it back."
She balked out a laugh that was so dry, I flinched. "Why not? You don't want to be with me anymore. You don't love me. The least you can do is give me the ring so I can take it to a pawn shop."
My throat constricted like a noose choked me. You did this. You caused the sweetest, warmest, nurturing girl to use cruelty against you as a weapon. As a defense mechanism. "I never said I didn't...love you," I confessed, gravel in my voice.
She arched an eyebrow, scoffing. "Whatever, keep the ring." She pivoted and I already missed the sight of her. "My mistake though. I should have known better. You're just like Joey. Both of you fed me lies and used me for your needs, before tossing me aside. Thanks for the orgasms, Sam. That's one step above him, I guess."
I saw red.
How dare she compare me to her piece of shit ex?
I moved away from the punching bag and stalked towards her.
She made it three steps before I grabbed her, spun us around and walked her backwards until her back collided with the decaying wall, my hand on her throat. I clenched, panting, "Take it back. Fucking take it back."
A spark lit up in her eyes. The way she smirked...I knew she was trying to unhinge me. Disbalance me. Get me to admit that I'd been nothing but half a heart without her. "Why?" she challenged. "It's the truth, isn't it?"
"It's not and you fucking know it." I clenched harder, a sick part of me wanting to choke out the truth. Take it back. Take it back. Take it back, baby.
"Oh, yeah?" She leaned forward in the space between us, nearly disintegrating me on the spot. "Prove it, Sam."
My chest heaved with deep breaths, my mind spinning. You screwed up. You showed you cared. "I told you to fucking leave this goddamn city, country, continent. I don't want to be with you anymore," I half shouted. "Get that through your stubborn skull. We're done."
"Fine." She chuckled, before I cut the sound with a squeeze. "I don't love you anymore either," she wheezed. "In fact, I hate your fucking guts. Now take your hands off me, Sam."
I didn't take my hands off.
No.
Like a stupid goddamn fool in love, I crushed my mouth to hers, plunging my tongue inside her with no finesse. She choked on it. Our teeth smashed and she tried to push me away with just the strength of her mouth. Her body? It was pinned between my mass and the wall. There was no escaping.
"Tell me you hate me." I bruised her bottom lip with my teeth. My hand around her throat tightened and I unravelled the sash holding her trench coat closed with the other. "Tell me you fucking hate me, tesoro. I dare you."
"I fucking hate you," she groaned into our kiss, and even went as far as scratching my cheek with her kitten claws. She barely broke skin and I grinned, a little maniacally. "You're full of shit, Samuel."
"That's why you came all the way here to find me? To tell me you hate me, huh?" Her trench coat opened and I just about came in my workout shorts. She was wearing a micro mini leather skirt that could be undone with the simple flick of a golden zipper...and a corset top that was so tight, her fucking tits looked like they were served on a platter. I was so goddamn hungry for her. "Or was your plan to seduce me, you hot little dominatrix?"
She tried to echo a sound that sounded like a faint growl, but I stopped it with my kiss. My fingers jerked down her zipper and I tossed aside the sorry excuse of a skirt...only to find her wearing a thong that was swallowed by her wet slit. It turned me on and made me angry at the same time.
"You call this covering your pussy?" I growled, and snapped the thong against her folds. "I don't give a damn how short your fucking skirt is, but I draw the line here. You leave the house with more than scrap covering your cunt, or else your ass will bear the brunt of your actions."
"Try me," she sneered. "We're not together and even if we were, I can still do whatever I want. Clearly I'm not getting what I came here for—your ring—so let me fucking go."
"I think you came here for one last fuck, baby." I bit her lip and tugged until she moaned. I inserted two fingers inside of her and crooked. Her g-spot and I were best friends. Didn't take long to find it and stroke, stroke, stroke, until she panted, eyes filling with endless lust and tears. I didn't let her come. I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean. "Lie all you want, but you're drenched. You still want me."
She shoved at my chest with feeble fists. "I can hate you and still want you." Her eyes flashed with something mean. "You caught me. So I did come here for one final round of hate sex. Are you going to give it to me or should I call Nico—"
Wrong thing to say.
I grabbed her jaw, ripped her sorry excuse of a thong, and shoved my shorts down enough to free my cock. I was hard and ready to go. She screamed in pleasure from the force of my initial thrust, her toes skimming the ground. Her expression morphing and breasts spilling out of her corset from my roughness just did it for me.
"Sam—"
I shushed her by stamping my mouth over hers with a brutal kiss. With half a dozen, crazed thrusts, I sat myself to the hilt and Anna cried out, digging her claws into my shoulders for support.
How dare she mention her ex to me? How dare she fucking mention Nico to me?
I jerked off her trench coat and threw it on the floor, keeping her body impaled to the wall with my dick and muscles. I ducked my head to bite her neck, giving her another thrust that jostled her entire body against the wall. Her arms came around my neck and I raised her leg, throwing it over my shoulder and spreading her wide open in an obscene manner. "Say his name one more time and I'll fucking kill him," I gritted through clenched teeth, pinching her clit. "I'll fucking kill any man who dares to breathe in your direction in a way that's more than platonic. Go head, push me," I taunted, feathering my mouth overs hers. "You know I'm good with my hands."
Anna glued her mouth to mine, her fingernails scoring the nape of my neck. "Less talking." Her inner walls milked me and I groaned. "And more fucking like you hate me. Because we're over, Sam. You made sure of it."
Emotions tangled up like knotted wires inside my frame and I braced against the ache, the one I caused from that one reckless text where I tried to sever us. I knew better. We were inevitable, yet I pushed her to this extent.
She was forced to hiss words that sliced me.
I earned this pain.
So I fucked her through it.
My arms barricaded either side of her head, my lips hovering near her mouth, barely touching, not kissing, as we breathed one another. Her other leg wrapped around my waist and now I was pistoning in and out of her
"This what you came for, baby? A hot, angry fuck from the love of your life?" I grated, fucking her mercilessly so her body bounced in my lap like my personal sexdoll. Her breasts bobbed with each drive and her mouth parted as she moaned. The sounds of our smacking bodies echoed in the room. "You like when I fill you with my cum? Yeah. Yeah. I know what you need." Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. "You want to be degraded. You want to be praised. You want me to tell you that this slutty pussy is worth getting down on my knees so you can squirt all over my face. I'll let you, and I'll lick every drop of you clean before begging for more, Anna."
I hate you I hate you I hate you, she chanted.
I never knew three words could hurt this fucking much.
Removing us from the wall, I dragged her down to the blue mat. Like a good girl, her thighs spread wide open to take me and I dropped my cock inside her with one jarring pump. Anna's body shifted upward on the mattress before I grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, thrusting into her like a mad man who's life depended on his next release. I was nothing but a slave to mine and her body's needs.
I struggled to breathe through the smoke, glancing down at the beauty queen underneath me. She had never looked sexier to me than right now. Her hips snapping in time to meet my drives. Her corset, which no longer sat right on her torso from the impact of our colliding bodies. Her legs...Goddamn her thigh-high covered legs, shaking in the air with how hard I was taking her. She matched my fire with soft grunts, glazed eyes, and the kind of tight pussy men would war over.
"I fucking hate you, Sam," she barred, the squelching sounds of her soaping cunt saying otherwise. She dug her nails into my jugular. "You ruined us."
Circling her right leg was a thigh holster, housing a De la Croix gun. The one Daniel gave her. I grinned, tormented, and dove for the weapon.
Still fucking her with vicious thrusts, I yanked out the loaded gun, wrapped her fingers around the cold metal and directed the barrel right over my left pectoral, where I had every intention of tattooing her lipstick mark. "You hate me?" Thrust. Thrust. "You don't love me anymore?" Thrust. Thrust. "You might as well end me right now. I don't want to live if I can't have you, tesoro."
Horror scalded Anna's features and she knocked the gun out of our hands, moaning as I grinded inside of her. She grasped my shoulders, heaving, and pushed me back with all her might. Effectively switching our positions.
I landed on my back with her on top of me. God, there was nothing like the feeling of her hot pussy squeezing my dick. I bit back another groan as she fisted my hair and dug her claws into my chest, as if trying to yank out my bloody heart. "Are you crazy?" she screeched, fucking me with quick snaps of her hips.
I held her, helping her ride me with deep strokes. Fuck, being inside her was a spiritual experience. This was heaven on Earth. Right here. "Yes, I am. I never think straight when it comes to you."
"End you?" she sobbed, placing her hands on either side of my head, and riding me with the kind of intensity that caused my vision to blur with sensory overload. Her tits dangled in my face and I sucked a puckered nipple into my mouth, spanking her ass at the same time. Her eyes screwed shut with pleasure. "I love you, you big gigantic fool." She yanked my hair and I growled. "What happened to ti amo tanto, huh? What happened to every promise?"
There was still fire in her eyes, but also unshed tears of the heart wrenching variety.
No. No. No.
I was weak when it came to this woman. I couldn't see her cry. Just like that, my thin resolved broke and I reached up to cup her face, as she let out a small hiccup when I gave her an upward thrust, her body swooping up and down on my length. "I needed you safe. I needed you gone," I panted desperately as she fucked me back with equal fervour, both of our bodies slick with sweat and hanging on the anticipation of my next words. "You were supposed to be on that flight. Goddammit, I don't want you here. I'll die if something happens to you. I'll fucking die."
I was telling her to leave with my words yet my hands—with a mind of their own—deftly undid the strings at the back of her corset before I tossed the useless material aside. My taped hands roved over her slim curves and I picked her up by the waist, slamming her into me with pure frenzy. "You." Thrust. "Were." Thrust. "Supposed." Thrust. "To." Thrust. "Leave."
She threw her head back on a loud feminine moan.
Every millimeter of that golden-skinned body, covered in nothing but thigh-highs, a waist chain, and my love bites, was pure perfection. Her mussed blonde hair cascaded around her body and she looked like a lewd Aphrodite caught in the middle of an illicit act with her favorite lover's cock crammed inside of her and I wished—God, I wished—I could capture this moment forever.
"I'm not leaving you," she thundered on. Those hazel eyes undid my last bit of composure. "E-Ever."
Angry and elated at the same time that she wasn't doing what I said, I flipped our positions until Anna landed on all fours on the blue mat. We'd never fucked like this, but I shouldn't have been surprised by how much deeper I got from behind. The sound of my cock meeting her pussy was similar to my jabs against the punching bag. I loved the way her ass cheeks clapped with every drive. I fisted her hair until she glanced at me over her shoulder, mindless with pleasure. Her fingers were playing with her clit and the tips of her nails met my cock at every withdraw. "God, I want a make a movie, baby. Want to film this snug little pussy taking my cock like a good fucking girl."
She moaned, shaking her head, meeting my reckless pace. I dug my fingers into her thick ass, over the ghost of finger-shaped bruises, given by yours truly. "I only do that with my boyfriend. Seeing as you're not him." Her gaze gleamed wickedly. "N-No, movie."
"You're a brat." I spanked her rhythmically with each thrust. "A fucking spoiled brat who's too used to getting what she wants from me, eh?" I dragged her right arm behind her back, forcing her to stop touching herself. "I'm your fucking man, don't you ever forget it." I brought my mouth down to her ear. "I'm going to blow straight into this virgin-tight cunt and I want it on tape, dolcezza—want to catch the exact moment you come all over me."
"Tell me this dick is mine." Anna shot back, reaching down to cup my balls. I growled. "It gets hard for me, Sam. So it's mine. Say it."
My good girl had a bit of a dominant streaks as I learned when she'd grabbed my hair viciously and fucked my mouth with that deliciously wet, hot, dripping pussy. As God my witness, I'd let her explore this side in the future.
I yanked out of her completely, hating and loving how much control she had over me. She made a sound of displeasure. "It's yours," I snarled, sinking a digit into her heat. "You know it."
"Tell me you'll never push me away," she continued when I brought my finger out and pushed it into her mouth so she could suck. She did. "Tell me you're mine and I'm yours and you can have anything you want."
Tesoro, you've been mine from the second I spotted you in that student parking lot.
I reached around to clutch her throat, using my other hand to circle my tip against her clit. She moaned. "You're mine. You've always fucking been mine." With another thrust, I drove in and we both groaned. "You own me and I love you so much I fucking ache, Jodanna."
We fucked harder than before, our bodies meeting in a cacophony of gasps, curses, my guttural groans and her feminine moans, bone-deep tremors rocking through both of us as we chased our high. Her mouth opened on a mouth scream and satisfaction poured through me.
Anna slipped down to her elbows, struggling to hold herself up but I didn't ease the tempo. I was close, so fucking close. The way she tightened around me, I knew she too was dangling on the edge.
I heard rustling and when I looked at her shaking hands, I realized she'd pull out her phone and positioned it beneath us, a perfect angle to capture my cock beating her pussy to orgasm. "Take this dick, baby," I rasped, so fucking turned on by this woman. I slapped her pussy, right over her clit, and felt the reverberations through my cock. Slap. Slap. Slap. She whimpered, working those inches inside her tightness. "Fuck your man. You know just how I like it, don't you?" Her inner walls strangled me. "That's it. That's it, fuckkk. Come all over my cock, you nasty little slut."
Anna unravelled was the most beautiful sight I'd seen. Shoulders shaking, pussy spasming, mouth opening and closing over her ring finger to tame her gratification as her body surrendered to its powerful release. "Sam."
My arm under her stomach kept her up as I jetted inside of her, throwing my head back on a hoarse shout. I filled her pussy until she overflowed. Until the camera below captured every single second of this numbing climax.
Pulling my softening cock out of her, I stopped the video, locked her phone and pushed it aside. I flipped Anna around so she landed on her back, a sated smile curling her pink mouth. My semen poured out of her and, using three fingers, I scooped it and shoved it back inside of her, unable to resist fingering her. My thumb jigged her clit and Anna mewled, closing her eyes as she rode through another high.
I made her come again, before falling over her, crushing her under my weight. Her legs and arms wrapped around me and she kissed my sweaty cheek as I buried my face in her hair, inhaling her fragrance like an addict needing another fix. "I love you," I repeated once more. "I'm sorry I hurt you by trying to push you away. I was trying to do the right thing."
And now you're staying here and I have to make peace with all the worry that brings me.
She was rubbing her palms in soothing circles all over my skin, before teasingly tracing the nail marks on my upper back. "I love you, too, Beer Boy." She then kissed every inch of skin she could reach, smacking noisy kisses that I relished with a throat-tightening quality. "Just don't...Don't do it again, okay? Nothing will happen to you or me. We'll protect each other. You know how to fight and me?" She trickled her lips over the shell of my ear cheekily. "I'm pretty bad ass with a gun."
I raised myself on my elbows and glanced down at my universe, moving away the wisps of hair sticking to her forehead. "You are, eh?" I kissed her nose and that face, sculpted by angels itself, broke into the most affectionate smile ever. I'm so in love with her. "Nobody messes with my girl." She tried to kiss me and I dodged it jokingly, so she planted her lipstick stain over my stubbled jaw. "You've bloomed so beautifully since I've met you, Anna."
At first sight, Anna looked nothing short of a tall, glamorous, blonde bombshell. But the closer you got to her, the more you noticed the quiet strength she possessed and how she was ready to fight for the people she loved. Like me, loyalty ran deep in her blood.
Tenderness flooded her expression and she clutched my face and kissed my mouth with the gentleness of a feather. "I belong with you, Samuel."
"I belong to you," I whispered against her mouth. "Sempre."
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After cleaning up, I carried Anna out of the gym, throwing her over my shoulder while she giggled. She'd winced when I zipped her skirt back on and told me sheepishly she was a little sore. Guild had gnawed at me and I knew I'd be spending the night cupping her pussy with an ice pack to ease her discomfort. I was supposed to be gentle but I never thought straight around her, fucking her like an animal instead.
Not that she complained.
Anna was even more fond of rough sex than I would have thought.
We drove back home and I grabbed her thigh, needing to feel her. Needing to know she was here and not a illusion. She told me her mom and brother already caught a flight six hours ago and all her belongings were packed in a suitcase in the back seat of her Mercedes.
Take me home, Samuel, she'd said.
The next few days would make or break me. Everything inside of me warred to protect her and keep her safe. My emotions were in a constant battlefield but I knew there would be light at the end of the tunnel.
I hoped, at least.
When I entered the circular driveway of the safe house, two distinct black sedans were parked ahead of us. I tensed and so did Anna.
"Are those...Danny's people?" she hedged.
They were rentals and one's license plate was orange with the words Empire State stamped across.
"No," I said tersely. "That's not Daniel's men." I reached into the glove compartment of her car and yanked out the second De la Croix. Fear pounded through me like a hammer to a gong. My mama was in there and swear to God, if anyone touched a hair on her shoulder, there would be carnage. "Stay behind me and draw your gun. Don't shoot until I tell you too."
The door of the house was ajar and none of Danny's men patrolled the perimeters. Anxiety settled in the pit of my stomach and we crossed the foyer until we heard low murmurs coming from the living room. Anna's gaze met mine and just as we stepped into the space...I was met with a sight I thought I'd never seen.
My mother sitting on the sofa across from a man with dark hair, green eyes and a scowl on his face. Three henchmen stood behind him like soldiers.
And that familiar face, which looked so much like mine, swung to face me.
A dark smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. "I've waited a long time to meet you, mio figlio."
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A/N: I hope Sam's POV was everything you wanted <3 I had fun writing in his voice. Perhaps for the actual published, edited version of this story (coming late summer/early fall 2022) I can try to write dual POV. What did you think of Sam's gifts, "trying" to break up with Anna lol, their lil gym scene, and of course, that ending?! What do you think happens next? Roughly six chapters left! Please don't forget to vote for this chapter <3
To those of you who read Trapped With You, what did you think of Ella and Cade (spoiler free)? I loved writing this wild couple and have a lot planned for you all in 2022. Will be revealing my publishing schedule on IG soon. xo
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