Page 14 of Villainous
“You look good with my collar. It makes me want to bend you over and fuck you hard with it on.” His tone is as deep as the ocean.
My cheeks burn like lava, and my arousal builds between my legs. “Why don’t you do it? Make me come.”
“You’re still on punishment.” He glances down at his watch, then back to me. “And we will be late. Go to the bathroom and put on makeup. I need you as presentable as possible,” he orders, taking a step back and putting some distance between us, resting his back on the dresser made out of fine wood.
Once I’m in the bathroom, I straighten my poorly dyed midnight-black hair. I’m going to ask Noemi to buy me some dye to cover my roots. I put on a full face of makeup, and when I step back into the bedroom, Villainous sucks in a breath, and he clears his throat. He grabs my hand and twirls me around like a ballerina. “You look gorgeous. Radiant.”
More like a cheap whore, I want to say, but I swallow my words.
He leads me down the hallway, where we pass a few paintings on the brown walls, and opens the walnut door of the dining room. A long marble table sits in the middle, and a fireplace with burning wood is embedded in the cream wall. This room feels cozy and warm. The dark drapes are pulled back, and snow falls freely from the gray sky. A gigantic Christmas tree with fake icicles and black and silver ornaments hovers to the side. Didn’t know the Grinch was in a friendly enough mood to celebrate Christmas.
I had forgotten Christmas is right around the corner, and this will be another year without my ma or Liam. I’m not even in the Christmas spirit, and it sucks because it’s one of my favorite holidays. I get excited about picking out decorations and making a big feast. One of my favorite memories was with Villainous. It was our first Christmas together, and his parents were fighting, so we took a trip to the Bahamas, and he promised me he wouldn’t hurt me. We made love on the beach, and I ended up getting sand between my ass cheeks. Yeah, I don’t recommend doing it.
I glance at Piero, who’s perched at the end of the table. I had no idea they were still close. Piero is Villainous’s cousin on his mother’s side and has been Villainous’s best friend since high school. From what I remember, he is deaf due to a car accident, and he’s good at reading lips. Villainous mentioned to me a few times about Piero working under him as his capo.
“Piero,” I say with a tight smile on my face.
He lifts his stormy gray eyes to my tits, then all the way down to my heels, and then his pear face frowns. I guess he hates me too and knows about how I broke Villainous’s heart. Villainous yanks out a leather chair for me to sit, and Noemi brings in a plate of lamb chops, asparagus, and steamed broccoli. My stomach rumbles loudly, and my mouth waters at the divine smell.
“Maya,” Piero mumbles and signs something to me, and I peer at Villainous.
“He’s asking, how are you doing? You may speak to him,” Villainous answers as he pours me a glass of red wine. His plate is different from mine. His is filled with a mix of veggies and salmon with a side of wheatgrass shake. Gross. He’s always been a health freak. That was one of the things I hated about dating him. He used to force his healthy lifestyle down my throat; if he saw me eating a juicy burger, he would warn me about how it causes heart problems.
I roll my eyes. “If I wasn’t held hostage and Villainous wasn’t acting like a piece of shit, then I would be oh-so happy.”
Villainous grabs my thigh and digs his nails into my flesh, and I yelp.
“Keep your snide comments to yourself, little dove.”
I don’t respond as I scrape my fork across the plate as I eat the meal.
Piero signs something else and frowns.
“He says he’s been good, thanks for asking,” Villainous answers. “He says you look lovely in your dress.”
Guilt eats at me like a disease. I shouldn’t lash out at Piero. It’s not his fault I’m in this situation, nor that I’m stuck with a psychopath.
“I’m sorry.” I swallow thickly. “I didn’t mean to lash out at you.”
He nods and signs, and Villainous signs something back to him. Piero frowns, rolls his eyes, and huffs out.
“He wants to fuck you,” Villainous says. “I told him no. We normally share my pets. But you are off-limits.”
I never looked at Piero in that way. Now I’m getting a good look at him, he’s filled out a lot since we were teens. He doesn’t have any acne on his face, and his skin has an olive tone like Villainous. He has a buzz cut, low to his scalp, and his gray eyes are as pretty as a thunderstorm. He wears a tailor-made suit with a dark tie. Piero has always been sweet and kind. I never thought he would make it in the mafia, but I guess he’s thriving.
If I wasn’t in this situation and he wasn’t Villainous’s best friend, then I would have fucked him. Thoughts of screwing him and Villainous fill my mind, and I shake my head. I’ve never had a threesome, and the thought thrills me.
Blushing, I continue to dig in to the food without taking the time to savor the meal. I want to, but with my stomach hurting from not eating, that’s the only thing I’m focusing on to relieve the ache.
They continue signing, and from the looks of their body language, they’re having a pleasant conversation. A few times, Piero would look at me and smile. Once he finishes his meal, Piero smiles, gets up from the table, and leaves the dining room.
“I didn’t know you were still friends with Piero. Are you still friends with Berserk too?”
Villainous doesn’t answer for a while, but the expression on his face tells me he doesn’t want to talk to me.
I did say some messed-up things to him, but that’s normally our thing when we get into it. We tell each other how much we hate each other, and the next day, we act like nothing happened.
“We haven’t spoken in a long time.”
