Blackmailed to the Altar (Caputo Crime Family #2)

13. Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

S ebastian

I woke up disoriented, the familiar tightness in my chest suffocating me, as I blinked against the dull light filtering through the curtains. The scent of lavender lingered softly, a stark contrast to the sharp metallic tang of blood that filled my senses. I lifted my hands and stared at the gloves. Were there stains on them?

I couldn’t tell, but I could see that my wrist had something on it. The crimson smears that stained my skin, dried and crusted around my sleeves like a ring. Panic surged through me, cold and unrelenting. Something was truly wrong with me. Was I sleepwalking? Whose fucking blood was this?

I looked around, my surroundings slowly coming into focus; I was outside Mya’s room. I walked inside and took it all in. The delicate lace of her curtains, the soft blue walls, the faint scent of her perfume still clung to the sheets, but she wasn’t here. The sheets were cool to the touch in her spot. I tried to piece together the fragments of my memory, but all I got was a series of jagged flashes. My rage. Mya’s wide eyes, the sickening crunch of bones collapsing in his throat as his father brutally took his life on my order. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus the images in my mind, but they vanished like shadows. I was losing control, losing myself.

I staggered to my feet, my body aching from whatever the other me had put it through. The blood was dried now, dark and flaking, but it was a grotesque reminder of just how far gone I was. I raced to my bedroom across the hall and stumbled into the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror looked more like a stranger than myself. My eyes were the same, but hollowed, as if something had taken residence inside of me. I couldn’t let her see me like this. I was losing my mind, and the smart doctor probably saw the cracks from a mile away. I tore my suit off, along with the gloves, and tossed them into a black garbage bag I kept on the back of my door for such occasions.

A servant would collect it and hand it over to Daveed, or someone from his crew.

I hadn’t needed to use such a bag in years. Now I stared at my body in the mirror to check for injuries. I turned and saw none. I knew it wasn’t my blood.

Vicious dark thoughts filled my head as I stepped into the tub. I couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t. I’d had Mya in the middle of a restaurant on a dead body? That sounded like something out of a horror film.

I wasn’t sure why my cock liked that imagery, but before I knew it, I was stroking myself vicariously.

“Mouse,” I whispered, my voice cracking in the space. I watched the reel in my mind like it was a movie, an out of body experience, as I stood and fucked her into oblivion. It didn’t feel like me, but it looked like me.

“If you hadn’t touched him, he would be alive right now.” The thing that looked like me unbuckled my pants, and slid out my hard cock, rubbing my Prince Albert piercing.

“N-no,” she stammered. “You did thi–”

Alien me slid into her dry cunt with a grunt, effectively shutting her up. “It wasn’t me who did this, firecracker.” He thrust inside of her, tweaking her nipple, and grinning at the trickle of wetness inside of my woman.

“I–”

“You don’t get to speak.” He slammed deeper inside of her, and grabbed her throat. “You feel so fucking good.”

I gasped as I drew close. My orgasm crested from the pornographic imagery in my mind.

She cried out, her walls tightening against the thing that looked like me, as if she was forcing him out.

“You’re gagging for my cock, aren’t you?” he whispered.

“N-no.” She tried to deny him, but he thrust inside again, dislodging the body from underneath us. Mya gagged.

“Can’t take the sight of a body, doctor?” He sneered in her face.

She whimpered, but her pussy throbbed around our cock. I could feel it.

When she came, he lifted her up and slammed her harder on my, our, dick. “Say you’re mine,” he commanded.

She looked away, but when her eyes locked on the open ones of the dead body, she looked back at him.

He drew her face closer. “Say. It.”

She cried out, “I’m yours.”

I came with a roar when she called herself mine in my fantasy. I couldn’t help that I loved those words on her lips, even if it was fake, some weird fantasy I’d conjured up all on my own. It wasn’t wrong if I was dreaming of it. I couldn’t be held accountable for my thoughts.

When my heart settled down, I climbed out of the now icy water and toweled off. I threw on some boxers, a fresh pair of gloves, and slid between my sheets. I was fooling myself. She’d never be mine. Not really. Not in the way I wanted. I let out a shuddering breath as I laid awake, staring at the ceiling. I was toeing a dangerous line. Could I trust Mya with something like this?

If my men found out I was losing my mind, they would revolt. One of them would think they had the balls to take me on. He would fail. So would many that came after him. But the chaos that would reign, the destruction it would bring to the famiglia, wasn’t worth the risk.

I needed that pretty doctor now more than ever. I would find her tomorrow and show her a different side of me. If she became as obsessed with me as I was her, then we could both feel this torture together. I fell into a restless sleep after that.

The next morning was full of boring meetings, and I had barely any time at all to even look at my little mouse on video, let alone see her in person. I was missing her sweet scent though, and wanted to rush my way home.

As soon as my last meeting wrapped up, I was in my Maserati, flying down the road. I had to get it cleaned after kidnapping Mya, but it was worth it. When I stepped into the villa, I was pleasantly surprised to see my Nonna waiting for me in one of the living rooms.

I stepped into the room, fiddling with my glove, my presence immediately breaking the flow of conversation. I walked up to my Nonna, gave her two kisses, and she drew me into a hug.

“What brings you here, Nonna?” She rarely turned up at the villa, since she had her own home that she loved and cared for.

“I’m here to plan with your bride, and she wants your sister-in-law’s advice.” My Nonna frowned at having to mention Eden.

Like I said, my family wasn’t thrilled with my brother’s new bride. My fiancée was fitting in just fine. My family loved her, and I couldn’t wait to finish up these nuptials. With her by my side, I wouldn’t feel as crazy.

She could help hide whatever this was. Maybe she even had some medication that would take care of it, and make the symptoms go away. I liked that idea over all the other ones. I just needed to get through the wedding, and build trust with her.

Once I did, she would do whatever I wanted, I’d bet.

“I can go check on them, and see if she’s about ready to finish up.”

My Nonna nodded.

“In the meantime, prop your feet up, and I’ll have the servant grab you something to nibble on.” If there was one person I loved in my entire family, it would be my Nonna.

I wanted her to live well while she still had time on this planet.

I sent off my orders before trailing upstairs. The women were in Mya’s temporary office, which was my real one. I watched the cameras as they spoke, but didn’t turn the sound on.

I didn’t really care about whatever marital problems Eden and Silas were having. Maybe she was finding life a little more bearable, with him doing his time in the basement. I felt bad that he was down there, but he must’ve pushed me really hard to remain down there so long.

And something within me refused to let him out.

I ignored those feelings, and focused on my little mouse. It looked like she was wrapping up her wedding planning chat. I closed the app on my phone and knocked on the door.

Mya’s voice sounded surprised. “Come in.”

Both women turned to look at the door, and their faces of shock almost made me want to chuckle. Eden squeaked past me, leaving me alone with my woman. I held back what I wanted to say and took in her beauty.

Her dark skin gleamed underneath the lights, and I approached her slowly. My cock hardened from her scent as she shied away from me. Fuck, this woman. Beauty and brains wrapped in a delicious dark wrapper. I wanted to devour her.

“W-what are you doing?” she whispered, her dark eyes fluttering as I reached out to grip her throat in my gloved hand.

“Feeling you,” I murmured, caressing my thumb against her erratic heartbeat. At least, I was trying as best I could.

My cock seemed to throb in time with her heart. I gripped her throat harder and dragged her face toward mine. She had plenty of time to wiggle out of my hold, but she didn’t.

Her breath hitched, and she let out a shaky, “N-no.”

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, silencing her protests with my presence. “Mya,” I murmured, “you’re making this harder than it has to be.” My hand slid higher, tracing slow circles on her skin, feeling her shiver under my protected touch.

Her breaths quickened, her body instinctively leaning into me, despite the fight I knew was raging in her head. “Sebastian-” Her voice cracked, and that was all the invitation I needed.

I kissed her neck, feeling the way her pulse raced beneath my lips. She tilted her head back, giving in just a little, her resistance crumbling like it always did when I touched her like this. I smirked against her skin, trailing my mouth down her throat, my gloved hands pulling her closer until she was practically in my lap.

“You know this feels right,” I whispered, my lips hovering over hers, teasing. “You and me, us, we don’t have to fight it.”

Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in as if she was trying to keep some semblance of control, but her body betrayed her. She leaned into me, her lips parting, just enough to give me what I wanted.

I kissed her, slow and deep, savoring the way she melted into me, all thoughts of arguing or resisting slipping away. My gloved hands slid under her shirt, exploring the skin I knew was soft, and that I wished I could feel better, while her breath came in shallow gasps. I pushed her back onto the desk, making a mess as I cleared it. I hovered over her, drinking in the sight of her, flushed and wanting.

“We’ve got to be quick,” I whispered, biting her neck.

She let out a loud moan, arching her back. I slapped my hand across her mouth. “Be quiet,” I hissed in her ear. “You don’t want my Nonna to hear, do you?”

She shook her head no, but as soon as I released those luscious lips, she let out another loud moan. I put my hand back. “This will not move again, since you can’t follow directions.”

She nodded and spread her legs for me. “Good girl,” I praised.

Poor little mouse was pent up; as I flicked my tongue across her lips, she cried out against my hand, her cunt throbbing with her small release. I unbuckled my pants and lowered them in my excitement, sliding up her body, until I slid inside her wet heat.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “So fucking tight, amore mia.”

Her hands gripped the top of the desk, and her nails dug into the wood. Her muffled moans made our coupling even hotter. I thrust faster and faster, grunting in her ear, searching for my pleasure. I turned her head away from me and sank my teeth in her throat, tightening my grip on her mouth, uncaring of the drool she was leaving soaking into my glove from her cries.

I tasted her blood in my mouth, and her pussy clamped down on my cock, the sensation too much on my Prince Albert, over and over, sending me hurtling toward my orgasm faster than I’d ever done before. I was a panting mess above her, once the lights faded from behind my eyes.

I looked at my bride-to-be with a small grin. She was relaxed and smiling back. This was the first time I’d seen her truly content with me. It sent a flutter of something I didn’t want to name in my gut.

“Clean up, little mouse,” I whispered in her ear, placing a gentle kiss on my mark. “My Nonna has been waiting for you downstairs.”

“Oh my goodness, she’s been waiting for me this whole time?” Mya squeaked out.

“Yeah, you. Who else is she going to wedding plan for?” I smirked when Mya flushed. She was angry.

“Why didn’t you say something as soon as you came into the room?” She leapt off the desk, trying to correct her clothes.

“I got distracted.” I smirked, pulling my pants up and leaning a hip on my desk, smiling at the wet spot I could see from our fucking. I would never look at this desk the same way again.

“Why can’t we get married in a courthouse or something?” she whined, wiping my cum up with her panties, before sliding her skirt back into place.

I frowned at the action. I didn’t like her wiping me away. She would make a splendid mother. The next time I fucked her, I’d make sure I pinned her legs above her head, so she could grow big with my child. I reacted to her question a beat too late.

I forced a laugh. “I didn’t know you were so eager to get me down the aisle, baby. You should’ve said something; I would’ve had a priest here in under an hour.”

“I-I… You–” she spluttered.

I gave her a little vulnerability. “Look, little mouse. Nonna’s the last person who doesn’t see me as completely broken. She still believes I can be good. She still believes I can have a future that doesn’t end in bloodshed. I don’t want to disappoint her. Not when she’s one of the few people who still sees me as a powerful leader.”

Her eyes softened, just as I wanted them to. Her shoulders slumped as she gave in. “Fine,” she said finally, her voice laced with reluctant compassion. “I’ll meet her. But, Sebastian, you need to be honest with her, and with yourself. You can’t keep hiding behind this facade. Eventually, it’s all going to come crashing down.”

“When you finish up here, head on down and meet my Nonna, alright? I’ll stay out of your hair while you women do what you do. See you soon, baby.” I winked, ignoring everything she babbled about, and headed out of the office, whistling.

I would not question why forcing Mya to plan a wedding made me feel good. I wanted to overanalyze why she even acknowledged we were getting wed. She didn’t push back or refuse at all.

That was different.

Was she coming around to being my wife? I didn’t want to question her motives, but I didn’t get to where I was in life by trusting people. I was paranoid to a fault, and that would never change.

My gut told me that Mya was using this wedding for something. I wasn’t sure what, but I knew it would only be a matter of time until I figured it out. For now, I’d give her enough rope to hang herself.