As soon as I get the chance to kill the man that calls himself my father, I will. And I won’t mourn him, knowing I’ll have taken another bad man off of this earth. I’ll rescue all those women who he’s taken and hurt, and I’ll smile triumphantly while doing so.
Matteo Castro will die at my hands if it’s the last thing I do.
36
Another day of killings. I don’t remember a time when murdering people was ever so tiring to me. I think my biggest problem is I’m doing it for some asshole instead of myself. As soon as I enter Matteo’s house, I know something is off. Voices drift from the dining room through the hallway. One is definitely Matteo, and one is Dove’s, but I don’t recognize the third voice at first. Not until I get closer, at least.
Clenching my fists and grinding my teeth, I walk into the house until I get to the dining room. Matteo, Dove, and Alberto are sitting around the table like they’re having a fucking Sunday family dinner. Chatting and laughing casually, completely comfortable with each other. For the first time since we got here, Dove doesn’t look out of place, and I don’t fucking like it one bit.
What kind of game is she playing?
“Having a good ole time, I see,” I say as I step further into the room. All eyes turn to me. Neither Matteo nor Alberto are even trying to hide their annoyance by my presence anymore. Dove looks at me with a mixture of guilt and apprehension. She is up to something, hiding her plans from me, and I don’t like it.
“We’re having a great time,” Matteo says, raising his glass of wine to me. “We were just telling Dove about summers in Italy and how I’d like to take her next year.”
“I would love that father,” Dove chimes in. Father? Since when is she calling him father?
My eyes skate to Alberto, who is looking at Dove. There is a longing in his eyes that makes me want to reach out and crush him.
“Stop staring at her!” I snarl at him.
He doesn’t even seem to be shocked at my outburst, which only angers me more. Does he have a fucking death wish? I’m like a damn ticking time bomb. Wonder what happens when I explode? Oh, I know...
“She isn’t yours, and I can look at her if I want to. Maybe I’ll even touch her?” he threatens, and I lurch toward him. I’m ready to rip his throat out when Dove’s warm hand gently covers my bloodied one. Turning my icy glare to her, she meets my ice with fire.
“Enough you two. Don’t act like children.” Matteo dabs at his lips with a napkin before tossing it on his nearly empty plate. “You care to join us, or would you rather eat in the kitchen with the other staff?”
I’d rather slit your throat with the knife in my boot.
“I’m afraid I lost my appetite.” Turning around, I head up the stairs, not stopping until I’m inside our room.
Pacing the floor, I wait for the door to open and for her to come in at any moment. When she still isn’t here after twenty minutes, I fear that I made a terrible mistake. I should’ve stayed downstairs. Is she in danger?
I’m just about to run back downstairs when the door opens, and Dove appears in front of me.
“What the fuck was that?” I growl as soon as she closes the door behind her.
“It was just dinner, Zane.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me. We both know that was more than dinner. You called him father! What the hell are you thinking?” I throw my hands up in the air, not knowing what to do. I want to punch the wall or better, punch Alberto, but neither would end well for me.
“I’m thinking that fighting him on everything is not going to work out. He asked me to come have dinner with them, so I went. He asked me to call him father, so I did.” She folds her arms in front of her body as she defends her actions.
I huff. “Oh, great, you’re playing the obedient daughter now?”
“Yes! Emphasis on playing. Do you think I enjoyed sitting there with them, pretending to have a great time when I know you are out there in danger?” Her eyes fill with tears, but I don’t know if it’s because she was really worried or just because she is so angry.
“Playing or not, you are still hiding things from me. You should have told me about your plan. You should have told me your plan, so I could have told you no.”
“So you could have told me no?” She stares at me like she can’t believe what I just said.
“You heard me. You are mine, and it’s my job to protect you. If I think you are doing something stupid, I’ll not allow it.”
“You can’t control me!” Her words slam into me like a roundhouse kick to the chest, and something deep inside of me snaps. I take a step toward her, crowding her personal space. I raise my hand and wrap my fingers around her throat. I don’t squeeze hard enough to make it difficult for her to breathe, but I tighten my grip to let her know who is in charge.
“Oh, Dove, how wrong you are,” I say in a low, threatening voice. “I can control you, and I think it’s time that I remind you of that. Now, take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
Her eyes widen and her pupils dilate. I can feel her delicate throat work as she swallows hard before her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
Just when I think she is not going to do it, she reaches from the hem of her sweater and starts pulling it up. I release her so she can pull it off all the way. She drops it on the floor next to her and continues taking her clothes off one by one.
By the time she is naked, she steps past me and toward the bed. She climbs on the mattress, giving me a perfect view of her already glistening pussy nestled between her creamy thighs. She is turned on by this. My Dove might seek her independence in her life, but in the bedroom, she likes when I command her. She likes me controlling her.
“Stay on your hands and knees,” I order as I make quick work of my own clothes.
Completely naked, I climb on the bed behind her. My heavy balls and my hard as steel cock, swaying between my legs with each move.
Positioning myself between her legs, I hold onto her hip with one hand and guide my cock to her entrance with the other. As soon as my swollen mushroom head enters her tight channel, I let loose. I sink all the way into her in one hard thrust.
I don’t give her time to adjust. I fuck her hard and fast, without mercy. The sound of my groans and her pleasured cries fill the room. We are so loud; I wouldn’t be surprised if Matteo hears us. Good, let him.
“That’s it. Moan so loudly the whole house can hear you. Let them know whose pussy this is. Let them know how hard I fuck you and how much you like it. Let everybody hear what a slut you are for me.” At my dirty words, her pussy tightens, and more moisture builds between us.
“Zane,” she moans my name, and I fuck her even harder, digging my fingers into her flesh as I hold onto her, wanting and needing to bruise her.
“You’re mine, Dove. I do own you. I own every part of you, and I’m going to use you however I want, remember?”
“Yes,” she whimpers in between thrusts. “Yes… use me. I’m yours. Do whatever you want.”
“That’s right,” I growl. “You take my cock, however, and whenever, I want you to.”
Letting go of her hip with one hand, I move my hand to her ass and start massaging her puckered asshole with my thumb while I keep fucking her. She moans in response, letting her upper body fall onto the mattress so her ass is even further open for me.