He moved his fingers at an excruciatingly slow pace until I began meeting his thrusts and my eyelids drooped in pleasure.
When I finally came, I clung tightly to Maddox. He wrapped his arms around me even tighter and I rested my chin on his shoulder. Slowly, the exhilaration ebbed away and I became aware of the throbbing in my ear that matched the stinging between my legs.
I pulled back slightly and met his gaze. “You have to save me. Only you can, and you know there’s only one way to do it.”
Marcella lay curled up on her side beside me, her elegant back facing my way. My eyes traced the soft bumps of her spine down to her round ass with the two tantalizing dimples above her cheeks. I fought the urge to kiss every inch of her way too perfect skin.
Her words after we’d fucked repeated in my mind. I had to save her, but the option she had in mind was out of the question. I couldn’t let her run. This was our only chance to get her old man. If I released her, Earl and my club brothers would never forgive me. Fuck, they’d hail me a traitor and cut my balls off and feed them to me, or the Rottweilers. I wasn’t a traitor.
My eyes were drawn to the bandage over her ear. It had started bleeding again during our fuck. I still couldn’t believe I’d slept with Snow White, that I had popped her cherry.
Before getting to know Marcella, I’d often fantasized about having her in my bed, but it had never been like this. I’d thought I’d feel triumphant for having touched Vitiello’s precious offspring. I’d imagined taunting him with every dirty detail, imagined using Marcella as part of my revenge. Now all I could think about was that I wanted to keep her in my bed, in my life. I almost laughed at the thought of Marcella becoming my old lady. Vitiello would lose it. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t really imagine Marcella as part of our lifestyle. She was from a very different world.
Despite the impossibility of us, I wanted to taste her every day, see lust replace the cold suspicion in her blue eyes. And the last thing I wanted to do was to share any detail of our first night together with anyone. I wanted every moment with, every inch of Marcella for myself. But I also wanted her safe, and she needed to be far away from the club for that, far away from me. I belonged with the club and she couldn’t stay.
I raked a hand through my hair. “Stupid idiot.”
Marcella stirred, twisting her head around to look at me sleepily. “Did you say something?”
“Sleep,” I murmured.
She simply nodded, turned, and fell back asleep. I stretched out on my back, my arms crossed behind my head. Earl was getting suspicious. The others were getting jealous. This was all not how I’d planned it. I didn’t want to let Marcella go, but I had to. I couldn’t hope for Earl to hold back from hurting her further. I closed my eyes, wanting to kick my stupid ass. When had Marcella’s safety become my top priority, even more important than the one thing I’d worked for all my life: revenge?
I stared up at the ceiling. Marcella had said her father would kill me for taking her virginity. Considering all I had done, he had several reasons to end my life as brutally as possible. But this, fucking his daughter, was definitely the tip of the iceberg.
But she was worth dying for. Fuck, I’d die a thousand deaths just for one more night with her.
Luca
Protecting my family had always been my top priority. Nothing was more important, not even the Famiglia.
Staring down at the note from Earl White, I realized I’d failed.
Payback time, Vitiello.
Earl White
President of the Tartarus MC
“That imbecile probably doesn’t know more words,” Matteo muttered. I didn’t react. There was a static rush in my ears, similar to the one I’d experienced years ago when I’d thought Aria was cheating on me and I had gone on a killing spree in the Tartarus clubhouse. I had lost control back then, and I was close to losing it again.
Matteo had been there back then, like he was now. And his gaze held the same concern as he watched me silently as in the past.
My body called for blood, for screams and carnage.
I could do nothing but listen to the furious beating of my heart. “How am I going to tell Aria?” I pressed out. I’d only found out four hours ago that Marcella had been kidnapped from campus. One of the men responsible for her safety had called me to tell me. The only reason why he wasn’t dead yet was that I’d need every man to destroy Tartarus and trying to save his hide was a great incentive.