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Chapter 17: Susanna
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My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 18: Susanna
Past Dressed in nothing but a robe, I walk down the stairs. I have been good for the past four months, and my reward is being let out of my room for long enough to take a dive in the pool. But even that grows old, and I yearn for something different. Something to break me from this unchanging hell I live in. I halt at the base of the stairs, my gaze drifting over to Jaxon on the couch. His head lifts and light blue eyes crinkle with a smile. My stomach flips twice as I beam. It makes me happy when he is pleased. It means he’ll listen to me when I talk. It means he won’t hit me. It means he’ll be gentle when he fucks me. “Work?” I nod towards the laptop sitting against his thighs. It’s been a year since he paid my stepmother off and bought me. One year since he aborted our child, thinking I had no knowledge of it. One year since he held a priest at gun point to officiate our wedding—not that he had to. I would have done anything to get away from Morwenna at that po
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Present I have tried to avoid Zefiro, and I have failed. I am in every meeting, every fitting, every formal dinner or breakfast, all according to Adrianna’s orders. He doesn’t ever acknowledge me, though. We haven’t spoken to each other since that night, and if it weren’t for our gazes occasionally clashing whenever I serve him, or my fingertips mistakenly brushing against his knuckles, I’d think I might have become a ghost. I haven’t gotten close enough to ask him if my papers are ready, and I doubt I ever will. With the wedding drawing closer, the chores and events are crazy and choked up. Adriana barely has time for my antics, and I don't have a moment of rest either, with Valentina and Mrs. Visconti trying their best to murder me with chores. They can't have me thrown out--the former's argument with Zefiro on the matter was loud enough to make the topic of gossip the entire week--so they'll make my time here more difficult than a worker's should be.It doesn’t help that
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Shoving every thought of him to the back of my mind, I get to work. In truth, all I can think of is him as I tire myself out. All I can hear is his faint laughter and that accent. I wonder who he’s speaking to, who he has deemed worthy of giving his time and his smile. All I can smell is his cologne. And when I get down on my knees to wipe underneath the white shelf, I think off his hands in my hair, his cock slamming against my throat. I swallow a moan, embarrassed as heat travels all the way to my core, causing my thighs to clench. I’m losing my shit over this dark Italian prick, whose presence saturates space and charges the air in the cool room. A man whose gaze sparks with cold indifference when I steal a glance at him.Deep irritation flares inside me--at him, at myself. “I need to clean the desk,” I snap. “If you would be so kind as to move.” The last word is a toxic blend of sarcasm and venom, sharp enough to make him halt mid-sentence. He cocks his head, like a viper
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I'm a dirty little liar. I could never have the upper hand in this. Perhaps the anger had driven me, but it was more than that. It's that he is right. He's been in every dream of mine in the past week, making love to me like I never have been before. I blame him for touching me. It's easy to put the blame on him because it means I don't get to ask myself why I came for him that night. Why I begged for it. I push in another finger and it glides in easily, offering no resistance. I'm soaked. My fingers might be too slim, too small to reach where I want it too, but his razor sharp focus on my pussy does more than enough for reach. I release my bottom lip, intent on moaning loud enough for Valentina to hear when he speaks diplomatically into the receiver, "I have a meeting scheduled in five minutes. I'll join you in an hour." His eyes track the movement of my tongue over my bottom lip. "And thirty minutes." He hangs up. My chest rises and falls, my back arching as his
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There is no pause for adjustments. None for gentle teasing. The position makes me bare, open, his penetration wickeder, deeper as he seats himself in so deep, my pussy burns, my abdomen cramps, my eyes water and my nails dig into his skin. I'm seated now, my head dropped back against his shoulder, his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply. "Are you hurt?" he asks me, his accent thicker, almost inaudible as his hands remain, bracing my waist. I hate that he doesn't sound as undone as I am. I hate that he has me gripped around him like a vise and he still sounds like an asshole. I hate him so much, I feel the fierce burn of it in my chest, right beside the awakening hunger as my muscles struggle relax. I must be broken somehow, damaged, to be attracted to this. When I don't respond, pain erupts inside me as he pushed yet another inch in. He isn't completely seated yet. I whimper, a tear rolling down my cheek and I nod, unable to think past the pain burrowing inside me. He raises
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I open my eyes, expecting to find him flaccid, but he's far from it. Insatiable, I dub thee. Cum spills in small droplets, controlled as he strokes himself, ensuring it is enough to run down my lips, into my mouth, down my throat. But not nearly enough to be the entirety of his load. His reddened, pulsating tip says as much. He pulls my hair forcing me up from where I rest on my knees and he strokes himself, teasing the seams of my lips with his bulbous head. I stare at it, swallowing against the sudden thirst in my mouth. What is wrong with me? He pulls back, tracing my chin with it, my breasts, my nipples. Everywhere but my mouth. Tingles spread through my belly, sending warmth down to my very toes. I swallow, again, a word I will never utter forming on my lips. Please. But I was stupid to think he'd ask me to utter it anyway, because he doesn't need my permission to take what he thinks is his. He plunges his cock into my mouth, making me taste myself on him. It is disgusting,
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Two days of watching him stare at me unabashedly over the dinner table, ignoring every one else, brushing his knuckle ‘accidentally’ over the inside of my palm, directly along my pulse point when I served him a glass of wine, running into each other in the hallway and tingles spreading along my spine when his arm brushes past mine.Two days was all I could last before I find myself standing outside his bedroom by midnight, a cold breath curling past my lips in a cloud. My hands are cold against my scalp as I brush them through my wet hair. My teeth scrapes softly against my bottom lips, filling my mouth with the taste of strawberry lipstick. Another exhale and I begin to contemplate every choice I made in my life that led me to this exact spot. I’m a married woman. “Jaxon’s mistress,” that dark, sultry voice in the back of my mind says. “He has a beautiful family. He has children while he took yours without giving you a choice. He called you a whore.” My fingers twitch, reaching for
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Past “Zefiro, aspetta! Per favore!” Enzo yells, hot on my heels and I’ve never hated the family tradition any more than I do now. It is all that keeps me from swiveling and blowing his brains out. “Zefiro!” The guards pivot upon sighting me. A storm brews overhead and they can tell what comes next. They know well to stay far from it. The violence. It builds under my skin, humming to life with every feminine sob that flits down the stairwell. It grows with every platter of bare feet against marble. It sings to me. Kill. Kill the fucker. Take him apart, limb from limb and have each hang off the walls of my bedroom like portraits, so she sees what happens to the next man she brings in there. But Enzo is blood. Famiglia over everything else. Frustration is a living thing in my chest, curling, spreading, mingling with the rage. I bite my tongue and draw blood. I ram my fist into the wall until I can’t feel my right hand anymore. But the pain does nothing for
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We’re taken to a different section of the casino, led by a couple of guards, and my heart breaks with every step we take forward, every sob that tears from my lips and Zefiro’s glaring indifference. He only cuts me a look back, once, and it is one of annoyance when my crying begins to echo.Why then? Why bring me out of here, try to make me better, get me out of that dark place only to bring me back? Why save my life? A bullet hole is still in his shoulder from taking a shot meant for me. It’s barely even healed and he’s handing me over to the enemy? My thoughts are in complete disarray and it only makes me more frantic.At long last, we reach a smooth metal door down a sleek, gray corridor, far from the music and more on the officiated, sophisticated part of it and I am shoved in, yet again, half stumbling into the large, dimly lit room.Gazes…too many flit in our direction and I seize completely.A long table large enough to fit a group of thirty runs along the room. There are two s
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Zefiro’s hand on the small of my back feels like a brand and I hate it as much as I hate him right now. The cool air hitting my lungs makes me choke and my heels scrape against the floors as I refuse yet another step forward.I had been silent the entire night, refusing to fall into the despair that awaited me in the dark. Refusing to believe still that he would take me back. But I had awoken this morning to a midnight green dress and a pair of heels laid out for me and balked from it. I wore the dress and hated how pretty it looked on my skin, hated how much my body had filled out again, hated the color that returned to my skin and the light he had brought back to my eyes.Lucia had fussed over me with quick fingers, curling my hair into perfect waves, brushing color onto my cheeks like it would matter when Jaxon slams his fist into it. I hated her for it. Hated the woman in the mirror looking back at me, hated the high slit in the dress that exposed my legs, the strappy golden heels
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Breathing, I find, is harder than normal today. With only two days left till the month runs out, I find it hard to concentrate on anything else. Whenever I bring it up, Zefiro tells me nothing of his plans and asks only that I trust him.I want to, but the fear is getting the best of me.“Have you never wanted a family of yours?” I ask Rizzi as I try copying Lucia’s decent carrot cuts. Though, I’d say I’m much closer to chopping off my own fingers than getting the shapes right. Zefiro’s been busy these past couple of days, barely spending time home, and I’ve been stuck with his favoured right-hand, who only lets me out of his sight when I’m not in my bedroom.Rizzi shrugs, the single grey hair on his head glinting in the light as he turns to look over Lucia’s soon who has a piece of half-chewed cake dangling from his pink fingers. “I’ve never considered it before. I’ve been devout to the Viscontis my whole life. They’re family.”“And before that?”He has an irritated look on his face
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 70: Susanna’s pov
His breathing becomes ragged, the slightest catch of his breath, the subtlest moan in the back of his throat. Has there ever been a more beautiful sound than this?Bracing, I reach back, guiding him into the entrance of my body.Trust. I trust him way more than I trust myself. I widen my thighs and take in the first inch of him.Zefiro gasps from shock or pleasure, I can’t tell. He holds my hips is his vise-like grip and watches the tight movement of my hips against his. I roll them, breathing hard. He’s always been a tight fit, but I had somehow forgotten. He pulses against my seams, hissing sharply. I rise until I have but his tip at my entrance, and holding his stare, I drive back down, hard, taking in all of him at once. His hips buck and a sound so guttural, it almost seems distorted expels from him.I moan in pleasure, whimper in pain and shut my eyes in the joint ecstasy of both. No. I’m not the same woman I had been before them. They created something else entirely. I will n
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My fingers thrust into his hair and he grunts his approval as he licks every inch of my bundled nerves, parting my folds with his silky, hot tongue. I scream when he nips at me, tugging at his hair tight enough to hurt, but he licks the ache away until my hips begin to undulate.He moves lower and pushing his tongue all the way in. Moans, deep and guttural, escape the back of my throat. I feel wanton, erotic, beautiful, even womanly as he opens me up with his mouth. He lavishes me, teasing me with his lips and tongue. It feels like every drop of blood in me body has pooled in her clitoris. I could die if I don’t come soon. My moans turning into pleas at the unbearable ache..But then he increases the pressure, pushing in two fingers and rubs my soft inner walls. My head drops back against the couch, my mouth watering while he masters me with his mouth. Possesses me. With his fingers his spreads me so wide, exposing me wholly to himself. I want to scramble back and hide. But there is n
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Nonna rouses from sleep the moment my socked feet hit the floors. She’s always been a light sleeper, frighteningly agile for her age as she reaches underneath her pillow in a flash and aims too accurately for my head. She blinks then, twice, her eyes focusing and she hisses, lowering her hand. “Foolish boy. I could’ve killed you.”I laugh, even if I feel foul. I strut over to her bed and don’t quite meet her gaze as she takes note of the blood on my face and the black gloves covering my fingers. I sit on the floor by her feet, the movement almost natural, reminding me of the days I would sit in this same spot, watching her pace as she tried to figure out how to deal with a mess I created.It was either I came here or went straight home after the kill, still fighting off the high that came with it. I didn’t think I’d be able to control myself if I found Susanna sleeping in our bed.Home. Our bed. How odd, the comfort those words bring. “Whose blood is it, stellino mio?” “Ri
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 66: Zefiro’s pov
I turn and stride out, unhurried. Screams and loud shouting echo in the house. Someone’s shouting for Valentina from the ground floor, screaming for her. She shouldn’t be here. She should be back home, with Noona. She would have been safer there, hiding from my wrath than here, in her father’s home. Her room’s on the floor below. The staff either run past, bleary-eyed, or they pause and do a double take before falling to the floor, hands above their heads. I pay them no heed. I didn’t come for them. Valentina’s bedroom sits on the second floor, right next to her cousin’s, which is why it is no surprise to find the woman huddled on the floor, covering her children with shaky hands. Her teal eyes meet mine and widen a fraction with betrayal and fear. We never hurt women or children. Usually. Valentina’s a special case from hell.The door is ajar when I reach it and all the warning I get is the spark of the muzzle before I shove against the door, narrowly avoiding a damn bullet to t
My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 65: Zefiro’s pov
Violence never really was a last resort for me. It is a language I speak most fluently. There is art in destruction, a discord that often strikes me as beautiful. Like the splatter of blood against walls and floors. Like a broken body, mangled beyond recognition. It was amusing, usually. But tonight, I only feel rage. No one knows, but I think most clearly when I’m in the rage. I see colours more brightly and can almost taste the fear of prey. Viciousness and inhumanity blur lines on those days. It is why I rarely let my emotions get the best of me. But someone crossed the line tonight. I wasn’t lying when I told Susanna I had work tonight. No. I have scores to settle. Blood already runs down the length of the knife in my grasp. It belonged to the guards outside. They died too quickly, too quietly, nothing at all like Susanna’s scream for help earlier. Can’t stop hearing it. Can’t stop seeing the fear in her eyes as she races for me. Can’t stop hearing her ragged sob
