Scorned Obsession (Scorned Fate)

I dirtied Bianca again.

“Delicious,” I mumbled as I ate chocolate off Bianca’s nipple, giving it an extra swirl and a suck while I moved my finger in and out of her pussy.

Her body arched off the bed and she moaned, “We’re going to make a mess.”

I stopped eating. “Surely you weren’t thinking of covering the bed with cling wrap?”

“Ugh, you know what I mean.”

“Quiet,” I ordered. “Don’t interrupt my dessert.” I grabbed the bottle of sparkling wine and drizzled it down her body while I got more drunk on her.

“Hmm.” I pressed kisses between her breasts and chased the wine to the side of her ribs. As I worshipped her body at a gentler pace, I pieced together how I had reacted throughout the evening. The way I fucked Bianca was cathartic.

I didn’t become the most sought-after contract killer because I was impulsive. I did my research. If a hit didn’t feel right, I aborted. Despite how I wanted to dispose of Hellman’s body in a landfill, I thought about the consequences. The headache of an unplanned job. But my self-control and logic went out the window when it came to Bianca, and I was prone to strong emotions. But Bianca was like the lightning rod that absorbed the fury that coursed through my body.

And I was finding out my wife loved primal sex.

I licked her navel, which trapped the wine, and I relished the sweetest moan coming out of her yet. I could work with this. The incessant need to kill any man who looked at or touched her wrong could be channeled into something more enjoyable and fulfilling.

Was it healthy? Probably not.

I was a killer. Bianca had always accepted that part of me, but I would lose her once I started killing indiscriminately.

I needed her to be my moral compass, especially when my moral compass got fucked because of her.

I put my mouth on her cunt. Her addictive, delicious cunt that didn’t need chocolate or honey. I avidly tongued her sensitive flesh. Her clit was swollen from all the orgasms I’d given her, and she’d begged me for a break. But I needed to hear her cry one more time.

I surged up her body and slammed back inside her.

“Come for me one more time.”

“Sandro,” she sobbed. “I can’t anymore.”

“I’m fucked in the head because of you,” I growled. “I hate seeing you in agony, but this…” I reached between us and strummed her clit. She threw her head back and dug her nails into my back, drawing blood as she released a fractured cry. “I love seeing you cry between pleasure and pain… I hunger for this.”

“You’re a sadist.”

Despite shoving roughly inside her, I thrusted at a slower pace. “Maybe…” Despite my words, I planted a tender kiss on her lips. “But only when you bring out my primal side.”

Her eyes flared, and a satisfied smile graced her face. “Give it to me, Sandro.”

And I did. I took her to the pinnacle, savoring a bond that had strengthened with a new understanding of our fucked-up union.

No. It wasn’t fucked up.

It was us.

The next morning, I awoke before Bianca. We’d spent an active night together. I informed the men that I was spending the weekend with her. Tommy understood my goals. We’d talked about it. How it was important to form a strong nuclear family like the De Luccis. Unfortunately for me, my remaining Rossi cousins were scum of the earth. None of them were even capos since they kept fucking up.

We needed new blood.

I brushed the hair from Bianca’s face. She was so beautiful. My Sunlight. And in sleep, she was so innocent, but I had long tainted her innocence.

New blood.

Bianca and I were going to start the new generation of Rossis. A fist of anxiety stabbed my chest at the thought. It wasn’t easy wrapping my mind around it. But as the weeks went by, I’d slowly come to terms with starting a family. It wasn’t unheard of for a hit man to get a vasectomy. No children. No attachments.

Bianca was on her back and my eyes tracked down her body. I put my hand on her belly, imagining my child growing inside her.

Unfamiliar wings of happiness rioted in my chest, so big that I had to exhale it to make room for more.

It was then her eyes fluttered opened, and a smile curved her beautiful lips. Made more beautiful because they bore evidence of how much I kissed the fuck out of her. Rosy. Bee-stung. Pouty.

“You’re watching me sleep now?”

I didn’t say anything, but a corner of my mouth hitched up.

Her eyes lowered to my hand on her belly. “What are you up to, Sandro Rossi?”

“What do you think about kids?” I murmured.

“Kids?” Her eyes widened as all traces of sleep left them. “Of course I want them…eventually.”

“Eventually when?”

She laughed briefly. “I’m not having this conversation without coffee…and with morning breath.”

Bianca rolled out of the bed and dashed her delectable naked body into the bathroom.

“Oh my God,” she called out. “I’m still finding mousse on my body.”

I glanced at the cake jars on the nightstand. We’d showered a couple of times after I ate cake off her, but Bianca somehow wanted to eat more cake in bed and dropped the mousse on herself.

I got up lazily and prowled into the bathroom. “It seems I didn’t do a thorough job.” I hugged her from behind and planted a kiss on her shoulder while she gargled mouthwash.

“Sandro,” she hissed. “I’m all sticky.”

She finished gargling and turned around. I pressed my mouth against her lips. “Good morning, baby.”

“Morning. How come you smell so good already?” she mumbled.

I smiled and nuzzled her throat. “I woke up much earlier. Stop fussing. I would have woken you up with my mouth between your legs, but you needed a break.”

“Then make coffee,” she ordered.

I sighed and leaned back. “Are you trying to deflect the conversation?”

“From kids, no.”

“It’s almost noon. Do you want brunch instead?”

“Coffee first.”