Blackmailed to the Altar (Caputo Crime Family #2)

3. Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

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“Pansy ass, Sebastian.” I shook off my alter’s pathetic feelings.

He was catching on. The more I took over his body, the worse his suspicions became. I headed back to my little firecracker’s room. He didn’t have the gall to do the things that I did. The stuff that went bump in the night.

That was me.

A hidden monster who kept the Italian Mafia running. Sebastian seemed to think it ran like a blue collar corporation. He struck deals and negotiated for land, and thought he was making a profit. Meanwhile, the men were stabbing him in the back left and right.

I had to run around and pick up the pieces of all his fucking messes.

This one was no different. Before I made it to my new toy’s bedroom, a scream rang in the air. With a heavy sigh, I headed over to Eden’s and Silas’ room. Silas came out and slumped against the door as I was walking up.

He looked up, surprised to see me. “What are you doing awake, Sebastian?”

I bared my teeth at my other’s name and said, “I heard the scream, and wanted to make sure everything was alright?”

“It’s just nightmares again. Maybe her doctor can prescribe something to her.”

“Do you not remember what I found on her?” I hissed. It wouldn’t do any good to disturb Eden, and have her asking questions.

“So her prison reformation program is a sham. So what? At least the drugs really work.”

A desperate Silas irritated me, and I couldn’t hold back my sneer. “I said no. Let Eden ride it out tonight, until Mya gets used to being here.”

“Right, Don Caputo.” Silas sounded like a little brat, and I almost slapped him upside his head, but that wouldn’t be something his precious brother Sebastian would do.

No, Sebastian would want to work it out, and talk to Silas, so they could maintain their bond. He was already wavering in his decision to punish Silas. Fuck that. I was going to do what I wanted with the good old doctor until I grew bored again. Then I would hand the pieces back to perfect Sebastian.

“I’m the Don who rose from the ashes. You’ve been out of the game a long time, brother, chasing your precious obsession. You do not know how things are run anymore.” With that, I turned on my heel and strode away from him down the corridor.

If I said anything else, he would start trouble. Silas was already asking questions Sebastian didn’t have the answers to. I rarely came out during the day. Typically, Sebastian would have to lose control, and that wasn’t something he did.

I paused in front of my little firecracker’s door, breathing heavily. I wasn’t like Silas, I wouldn’t wait around and play the doting man. I saw Mya; I wanted her. Plain. Simple. She had no say. She would stay here until I allowed her to leave.

If Sebastian wanted to give her flowers and roses, then he could. With me, she would feel pain and pleasure. A sadistic grin stretched across my face. I unlocked the door, and turned the knob. I crept into her room, inhaling her sweet scent.

Her hair was tangled all over the place in the moonlight, shining down from the ceiling skylight. I winced. I would have to gather some supplies for her. I was an asshole, but not one who wouldn’t provide basic essentials.

I set that issue aside. I’d deal with it later. Tonight was about learning my little firecracker. It wasn’t like I would see her in the daytime. I hoped Sebastian would lose control and give it to me, but on the off chance he didn’t, I wanted her to know me.

I didn’t want her to fear me. At least, not now. My head tilted, looking down at her form under the blanket. In the quiet, I swore I could hear her heart beating in her chest. It was slow and rhythmic.

I took off my clothes, knelt on the carpet, and crawled slowly toward my prey, like a lion stalking through the brush of an African Safari. Her breathing hitched like she could sense me in the room with her. My cock lengthened, as I played with my Prince Albert piercing. I liked that a lot.

I climbed onto the bed, cautious of the dip. As my body sank beside hers, I inhaled. Her sweet fragrance reminded me of my favorite dessert: apple pie. I wanted to eat her alive, but since she was sleeping, I would have to be a little sneakier.

I rolled her flat onto her back, waiting as she got comfortable. I watched in the dark until her breathing resumed its normal cadence. I tore off my glove so I could feel her skin against my scarred flesh. The moment my hand touched her skin, a surge of sensation, sharp and foreign, ran through me. I’d never touched anyone without gloves. Not since the burns. The skin on my hands, scarred and tight, felt everything in a distorted way. Numb in some places, hypersensitive in others, as if the nerve endings were confused, lost in their own chaos.

But when my fingers brushed Mya’s bare skin, it was different. Almost unbearable in its intensity. Her warmth seeped through the rough, uneven surface of my palm. I could feel the smoothness of her skin, but it was dulled, muffled by the scar tissue. Still, it was enough to drive a knife of sensation through me, an unexpected jolt of feeling I hadn’t prepared for. I couldn’t help but feel fascinated as goosebumps peppered her dark skin.

I’d never been too into women. The only reason I’d fucked them was to keep Sebastian from going crazy, from being pent up for too long. As wild as it seemed, him waking up next to prostitutes, dead or alive, kept him from going postal.

I peeled off her clothes patiently, layer by layer until her body revealed itself to me under the moonlight, like she was a playful nymph, begging for my pierced cock. I squeezed my throbbing member in anticipation.

I kissed down her body until I was right above her cunt. Her scent was strongest here, and I prayed to whatever deity was up above that she was dreaming of me. I slid a finger through her curls, relishing in their tight spring.

“Come on my tongue, little firecracker,” I whispered above her mound, before sliding my aforementioned body part inside her slick channel.

She moaned, and I paused, cursing myself for not thinking this through. I wanted to make sure my new toy could never leave us, not with her scent clinging to my body. Her presence affected everything I knew and turned it on its axis.

I lapped at her cunt until she throbbed, then I rose above her curvy body and slid my cock deep inside. My piercings rubbed her walls. She struggled, but I held her loosely against me until I bottomed out.

Time stopped as I allowed her to grow used to me. Her breathing relaxed again, and I waited until I was certain she’d fallen back asleep, then I moved. I kissed her hungrily, emboldened by her lack of resistance.

She wanted this. She wanted me.

“Please,” she mumbled, causing me to stumble in my shallow thrusts.

I glanced down at her, expecting her green eyes to be wide open, glaring at me. But they were still closed. I thrust deeper and deeper, grunting from the sheer force. She never moved. I fucked her harder, imagining her growing large with my child.

“Take my cock, little firecracker. I’m going to stuff you full of my cum. You won’t be able to leave me. You’ll give me the smartest heirs in all of Italy,” I rasped in her ear with a growl.

I hoped on some level she could hear me speaking to her.

Maybe I should wake her up with my cock inside of her. My movements were hurried, as the tightness of her pussy kept sucking me deep inside. I rocked deeper, feeling our flesh smack together, mine damaged and scarred, hers perfect, and a reminder of everything I would never be again. Untouched. Whole.

Rightness settled into my chest.

I shoved her knees as high as I could get them, uncaring if she awoke. If she beat me with her tiny fists, she still couldn’t stop my assault. The power of that rushed through my body, and I roared my release, as if shouting to the heavens that this woman was mine.

I shoved a pillow underneath her hips and rolled to the side, careful to keep my cock inside of her, until I lost my hardness and slipped out. Once that happened, I shoved my come deep inside of her with my fingers, and kept them inside of her, so it wouldn’t slip out.

I didn’t want her to lose a single drop. If she was going to have my fucking baby, the sooner the better.

I positioned her body into the fetal position until drowsiness stole over me. My last thought, before I fell into a deep sleep, was of Sebastian. I could feel the smile on my face when I thought of his reaction first thing in the morning.

He would wake up naked, covered in my little firecracker’s fluids, with no explanation of how he got there. I fell into a gleeful sleep. His misery was always my joy. I wished I could be there to see what she did to him when she woke up next.

If only I could see it all and wasn’t forced back to slumber. Fucking pansy ass Sebastian.