Page 9 of Deviant Desires

Because even though I’ve been mad at him for five years for ruining my faith in him and our engagement, I loved every depraved second that he fucked me. We always got along best in the bedroom and I fucking hate that he uses that against me now.

“If you don’t call me, I’ll find you, kitten. And next time, I’ll fuck you like you deserve. Right between those sexy little cheeks in your naughty hole. Do you hear me?” He grabs my ass and pulls me into him. I can feel his fingers slipping between my crack to make his point more clear. “I know you like it back there when you’re drunk, B. Next time, I’ll leave my cum dripping out of your ass with every step you take. And I won’t do it after hours or when no one’s around. I’ll find you at the grocery store and fuck you in the bathroom. So every time you grab rice off the shelf or a box of pasta, you’ll think of that time I filled your little hole up with my spunk. Are we clear?”

I’m afraid and turned on all at once. Shame fills my cheeks with a red blush and I’m suddenly thankful for the cloak of darkness. All I can do is nod my head in agreement.

“See you around, gorgeous.” He presses his lips to mine briefly before moving me away from the door. Just as quickly as he was here, Mateo Valenti disappears.

I’m left standing in my dark office with his cum dripping into my panties and my heart racing. I’ve made promises I didn’t mean to make. I don’t know how this happened. I don’t remember how I got here. And I don’t know what I’m going to do next.

7

MATEO

Sex is like riding a bike. Just because you haven’t done it in a while doesn’t mean you’ve forgotten how. But I do feel a little sore after that performance in Bambi’s office.

Unlike my beloved fiancé, I hadn’t even considered moving on. But I don’t hold it against her. I know that she was confused after what she saw. In time, she’ll come around and realize that all those other men she dated were just placeholders for the real thing.

“She kick you in the nuts?” Stefano asks when I return to the reception hall.

“You got a limp, brother,” Luca snickers.

I have to remind myself that I love my brothers. And frankly, 90% of the time I do. They’re great men and they’ve helped me to become the person I am today. But sometimes they’re annoying as piss. “Fuck you guys. I just had sex.”

This causes a roar of laughter as Cesare claps me on the back and asks if I have a limp because she gave it to me in the ass. If we weren’t in the middle of a party, I’d punch him in the jaw. Instead, I accept his jibes with a half-hearted smile. “Yeah, yeah, make all the jokes you want, but I’m getting my woman back. Finally.”

My brothers sober up a little bit at this statement. Everyone knows that I was a wreck after Bambi went to the police. They saw me at the lowest point of my life. I struggled to even get out of bed each morning and get breakfast. If it was up to me, I would have withered away in prison for the rest of my life.

But Raniero showed up one day to visit and told me to get my shit together. “Your girl’s with someone else now. Put on your big girl panties and move the fuck on.” He was tired of seeing me drag my depressed ass from my cell to visitation and back again. Raniero said what he thought would start a fire in me. It did, just perhaps not the way he expected it to.

I started working out and reading more. All there really is to do in prison is go to the gym or the library. I’d spend a few hours lifting weights and running around the track before retiring to my bunk to read the classics. I hated them when I was in school, but as I got older, I was beginning to enjoy Don Quixote, The Call of the Wild, Brave New World, and so many more.

I tried my hand at writing poetry in crude verses proclaiming my love for Bambi. None of them were any good, but they got my feelings out on paper. It was probably why I couldn’t move on. After spending weeks praising the shade of her brown eyes and the curve of her thigh when it was pressed against my face, I couldn’t imagine finding someone else.

Bambi Schelling and I had found one another by luck. If I hadn’t been out celebrating a friend’s bachelor party, I might never have run into her at that country bar. I wouldn’t have tried to impress her with my version of a two-step. I wouldn’t have asked her name and looked her up on Facebook the next day. I wouldn’t have tried my hardest to make our next run-in seem so casual.

I never forgot about Bambi and I never moved on. How could I have? She was twenty-one when we met and I was thirty. My friends were all starting to get married and I was just trying to convince myself it didn’t matter that my bedroom door revolved like the entrance to a fancy hotel in New York City. Meeting Bambi changed my life forever. It’s been nine years since I boot-scooted across the dance floor with her to Brooks and Dunn. I knew before the second song came on that she was something special. Nine years and a firearms conviction haven’t changed that.

“Maybe you should slow down,” Luca warns in an uncharacteristically gentle manner.

“I need to give her space,” I correct him. “After what just happened, she needs to process her feelings.” I’m talking more to myself now than my brothers. Each holds a cocktail glass full of bourbon and I watch them look back and forth between sips. They seem nervous, each of them not speaking their fears aloud, but I can hear them as if they were.

What if she needs more than just a little space? What if she never comes back to you? What if she does and this happens all over again? What if this time she gets you put away for life?

But I can’t worry aboutwhat if’s. I can’t live a life based on whatmighthappen. “Don’t worry,” I try to allay their unspoken concerns. “I’m going to give her a few days to think about what just happened. I’m going to send her some flowers, too. She deserves flowers.” She deserves the world, but I can’t give her that. I can only give her my heart and my family fortune, which could buy her anything her heart desires.

“I don’t really understand what happened,” Cesare interrupts after a few moments. “You just had sex with her after all these years and now you’re going to get back together? Did you get hit on the head or something?” He scoffs. “What made you even think about putting your dick in that human Venus man trap? Do you have a concussion or are you just plain stupid?”

I drag my gaze toward my youngest brother and consider for a second that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. But then I see his lips part and I hear him asking more questions, I just can’t make out what each of them are. They sound like the teacher from Charlie Brown saying wah-wah-wah over and over again. But the look on his face tells me that they’re in the same disrespectful vein as before. So I hit him.

The sound of my fist cracking against his jaw is enough to draw attention from those standing around us. “Don’t you ever,everfucking say another bad thing about my woman again. Do you hear me?”

Cesare is rubbing his jaw while Luca and Stefano hold him back. “You’re fucking pussy whipped. You know that?” We draw a few more eyes our way. “She rats you out to the police and you’restilltrying to lock her down. She must have a tight snatch. She must—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl between gritted teeth. “You don’t talk about her like that. Not here, not ever. And don’t ever call me pussy whipped again or I’m writing a fucking opinion piece to the newspaper about you and Francesca Scot.”

The Dean’s retirement party is the hottest event in town, and not just because the Valenti brothers are going at it like drunkards in a whore house. But we are the stars of the show right now and it’s only because Raniero, Luca, and Stefano are better men than Cesare and I that it ends. The three of them drag us to the exit and make apologies to everyone we pass. I have no doubt we’ll be the topic of local gossip tomorrow. Someone will inevitably post in a town Facebook group that felonious Mateo Valenti was caught crawling with his younger brother.

But I still had my special night with Bambi. Fuck those people and their small-town mindsets. I have what really matters: a lifetime of happiness with the woman of my dreams. Let the Facebook groups blow up for all I care; I’m getting my girl back.

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