CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LUCIANO
That fucking cunt said something. Those five words circled my head, dominating my mind and smashing every other thought. Even the image of Aya in that dress couldn’t penetrate the red haze that coated my field of vision. I’ll give her something to fucking gossip about.
I could feel the change in Aya when she stepped out of the dressing room. I could see the difference in the way she held herself. She tensed when I came nearer and cringed when I touched her, but now it was different. It was as if she was disgusted with me; as if her fear had renewed vigor in a way it hadn’t before.
Storming through the reception level of a seedy, shit-smelling hotel, my tunnel vision blocked out everything but the purpose that filled me. The sexual tension that had been brewing inside my gut since Aya had washed me had me bristling, and I clenched my hands into tight fists. At the desk the receptionist looked ready to piss himself, and he couldn’t get a word out before I gnashed my teeth at him.
“Get me Natasha Clevelli. Now!” It had been so fucking easy for Tyler to find out who that store clerk was; even easier to discover that bitch had a little sister that worked a hotel. Jumping and shaking, the receptionist snatched his phone to punch numbers, and I sucked in a hot breath.
In the 30 seconds or so it took for the whore to appear I began to pace, the movement fueling the anger that swirled inside me like a beast that had been poked with a sharp stick. Natasha looked like her sister, and my eyes narrowed into slits as they scanned her. She was so fucking ugly. Board straight blonde hair reached her shoulder blades, and her body was curved deeply, but she wouldn’t have been on my radar.
You can blame beloved Big Sis. The dark thought spurred me on, and I grabbed Natasha’s arm. Ignoring the receptionist, I swiped the key from his desk before making my way through the outdated interior. Discomfort seeped from her pores, mixing with fear to create a potent stench that fed the beast inside me.
Shoving the whore through the open doorway to my designated room, I banished her name from my mind. She was just a slut; a piece of garbage to be used as I wanted. Stumbling, she felt to her knees and tried to scoot back, but I grabbed her by the crown of her head. With my fist in her hair she couldn’t move, and her cry was almost music to my ears.
“That h- hurts!” Ignoring her pained, loud shriek, I couldn’t hide my smirk; she thought someone would save her.
But the moment that cunt opened her fucking mouth, she’d sealed her sister’s fate.
Unfastening my jeans, my hands trembled with the pure, white hot rage that coursed through my veins. My cock ached to be freed, throbbing when my jeans finally hit my ankles. The thing on its knees before my cried tears and snot, blubbering what might’ve been words. Taking my rod in my hand, my lip curled into a snarl when it refused to open its mouth.
Grabbing its jaw, I squeezed as tightly as I could, and a satisfying pop rang in my ears. The disgusting creature on the floor screamed, high pitched and blood curdling, but its mouth was finally open.
Shoving my cock through the hot opening, I grunted with the sensation of bending downwards down its throat. Sexual tension exploded in my gut, and I pulled back as a choking gag sounded from below.
Skull fucking such a revolting creature brought me no pleasure; there was no room for it. My ferocity over the day was all consuming, and my knuckles paled to white in the ocean of blonde they were immersed in. Harsh, pants sounded between thick, heavy grunts, and gagging cries created white noise in the background.
A symphony- that was what it sounded like.
Slamming against the back of its throat, my cock rippled with the heat that surrounded me. Again and again I thrust my hips, forcing myself down until I couldn’t anymore. All the while not a single thought broke through the walls around my mind.
Time lost meaning as I jerked my hips back and forth until my abdomen tightened. My thighs quivered, and I widened my stance as my thrusts were ripped violently from sync. I didn’t pull away as cum shot up my shaft to spurt from my aching head, and I groaned. Muscles spastic, I tightened my grip on it as its throat flexed wildly. It couldn’t swallow; I’d dislocated its jaw. There was no relief to be found even as I experienced my own.
Tossing this disgusting creature onto the floor, I palmed my cock to pump out any residue. Chest heaving, my heart pounded hard against my ribs as my lungs ached. Clenching my teeth, I stared at the body laying on the ground as it struggled to breathe.
Should I kill it? The question weighed me down heavily, and after a moment I caught my breath. Pulling up my pants, my hand automatically unsnapped the holster of my gun. The thing on the ground was still oblivious, trying to stay conscious through the pain, and a frown dragged down my lips. Easily taking hold of my 9mm, I pointed the barrel down at its head before pursing my lips together.
Slowly my arm sunk slightly, only just barely, until my aim was on its lower face instead of its forehead.
Never before had I failed to hit my target, and now wasn’t any different. The bang of the shot reverberated around the room, a sound I was used to that might give less accustomed ears a ring. On the dirty, crusted carpet, the body jolted, and blood began to pour from the bullet hole. I’d aimed true, and I could easily make out the path of the bullet as it further shattered bone.
It wasn’t going to die, but it’d never be able to talk again.
Striding out of the room, I only just realized I hadn’t bothered to shut the door. No one dared to rush to the scene; everyone must’ve been warned I had shown up. There wasn’t a single noise to be heard in the hallway beyond my stomping, and that silence didn’t stir until I reached the street. Heading for my car across the dingy, cracking parking lot, I fished my keys out of my jean pockets.
My car smells like Aya. That thought as I sat in the driver’s seat brought a sag to my tense shoulders. After I’d had it reupholstered, I started to notice Aya’s natural aroma mixed with soap and shampoo. Taking a deep, hard breath, I savored the scent as the last few hours caught up to me.
I left Aya in her room after buying her 20 of those dresses, two in each color, one color in each style. She had looked so fucking beautiful that the urge to touch her was overwhelming; more so than in this very vehicle on the way there. Flinching from my hands, she even backed away from me.
Whatever moment we had before entering that shop had been buried by what she’d learned in the dressing room.
“Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck…” Slamming my palms against the edge of the wheel, I grunted with each strike.
Leaving Aya in her room, I didn’t say a word to her after the dress shop. Instead, I went to Tyler and forced him to find the clerk who’d served us. Then I found the sister.
And now I’m here. Regret wasn’t present in the volatile mix of emotions that swirled in my chest and tightened my throat. I wasn’t above violence; Sylvi’s kind of sick pleasure, I wouldn’t participate in, but I was no saint. True, I didn’t hurt a woman, but whores were a different story. I didn’t touch a whore without leaving painful bruises behind. Not a single woman but one.
That woman was terrified of me now.
“Sylvi was right- the fucking bastard…” Grinding my molars together, I reached to grab the hand sanitizer in the glove compartment as my mind strayed to that place I hadn’t allowed it yet. “I have to get rid of her.”
My blood ran cold as I voiced the option aloud, and a fierce ache sprung behind my eyes. Killing Aya was incomprehensible, but there were other ways to remove her from me. Contemplating each one made it harder to breathe and squeezed my heart until it could barely beat.
The law firm… I’d been putting off bringing Aya to her dead father’s firm, but now it was the perfect excuse. She’d have money, someone to help her find an apartment that she knew and knew her. Glancing at the clock on the dash, my eyes narrowed and a grimace twisted my lips. There wasn’t time to bring her before the Stadium.