Blackmailed to the Altar (Caputo Crime Family #2)

16. Chapter Sixteen

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

D r. Mya

There would be no one to hear me scream. I trembled in bed, not knowing what else to do with myself. The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the moon, filtering through the sheer curtains. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a deafening reminder of the decision I was making. I could still feel the ghost of his touch from the last time he’d been here. The way his fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to meet those eyes that seemed to see every dark corner of my soul. I knew this was wrong, that giving in to that man was nothing short of surrender. But no matter how many times I told myself that, I couldn’t move off the bed. Eden went to be by Silas’ side, after Riccardo let him out. I knew it was Riccardo from the way he held himself.

It terrified me that Riccardo was taking over Sebastian more and more. I saw Riccardo during the day now, and at night. My time with Sebastian was fleeting over time. The sound of the door opening snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. I hid deeper under the covers, swallowing the rising panic as Riccardo stepped inside, his silhouette tall and predatory in the low light. There was something about the way he moved, slow and deliberate, like he owned every inch of the space he occupied.

And I guess he did. I knew it was him from the dark essence leaking out of him. He shut the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet room. I could feel the shift in the air, the charged tension that seemed to follow him everywhere.

I doubted Sebastian would’ve stolen into my room like a thief in the night. No, he would’ve taken what he wanted in broad daylight, in front of anyone who was stupid enough to watch. My breath hitched as he approached, his eyes dark and unyielding, the flicker of something dangerous beneath the surface.

Riccardo turned me on. I liked both alters, but there was a danger to Riccardo I couldn’t quite get away from. I wanted to tame his darkness, like some insipid little girl with a crush. This wasn’t like me, but the thought of having a man like him underneath my thumb sent tingles straight to my clit.

I wanted what Riccardo could give me. He stopped at the foot of the bed, his gaze setting my blood on fire.

“Firecracker,” Riccardo growled. “You’re trembling.”

I hadn’t even realized I was shaking until he pointed it out. I slowly sat up, tucking the sheets around myself like they would protect me. As if they would keep the fear away, but it was useless. Riccardo was like a storm, relentless and consuming, and no amount of self-reassurance could protect me from the chaos he brought with him.

“I’m not afraid of you,” I lied, forcing the words even though they sounded thin and brittle.

He smirked, closing the distance between us in a few unhurried steps. There was no rush, no hurry, he had me right where he wanted me, and he knew it.

“Oh, tesoro ,” he murmured, leaning forward to reach out and brush a strand of my hair away from my face, behind my ear. “Of course you are. And you should be. Are you submitting tonight?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaky and unsure. The breath caught in my throat, my body instinctively pulling back, even as my mind screamed at me to stand my ground.

But Riccardo’s fingers lingered, trailing down my neck with a gentleness that belied the violence I knew he was capable of. It was a silent reminder of his control, of how easily he could switch between charming and cruel. And, God help me, that contradiction was intoxicating in a way I couldn’t quite understand.

He leaned in, his lips just a whisper away from my ear. “I’m in charge, do you understand that? You are mine. You could have screamed. You could’ve fought. Hell, you could’ve even begged me to leave.” His voice dropped lower, dark and teasing. “But you didn’t. You stayed. And now, here you are, giving yourself to the monster. Isn’t that what you call me?”

I nodded, feeling a bit ashamed of the way I’d treated my man.

“Words, little firecracker,” he chided me.

“Yes, sir.”

Riccardo grinned and stripped off his clothes. I had sealed my fate. Whatever happened tonight was going to change everything between us. I wished briefly that I could have Sebastian in the room with us, and the two of them were taking me at the same time… I don’t think my heart could handle that.

Since the kidnapping, these two men were all I could think about. No matter what I did, my mind wandered to them. Good and bad. Evil versus a darker evil. I was either going to get them out of my system, or fall deeper down this well.

“I owe you a punishment, little firecracker,” Riccardo rasped.

My body shivered from his closeness, and I watched him kneel on the bed, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. My slip had fallen off my shoulders, and I felt like a wanton woman.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

I felt his words in my stomach, as an invisible line pulled me to obey. I didn’t understand it, but I also didn’t want to question it. He was in charge. I took off my negligee, and watched in awe, as Riccardo lit candles in the room.

It set the mood in the room, but I doubted that was what the candles were for. When he reappeared at my side, his hands clutched a blindfold, and I stilled as he placed it over my eyes.

“Do you trust me, little firecracker?” he asked me.

My mind said no, but my mouth opened and answered differently. “I think so?” My words were breathy and laced with arousal.

“You will,” he grunted in response.

Riccardo slowly guided me backward on the bed. My remaining senses were on high alert, since I couldn’t rely on my sight. I had to trust he wouldn’t hurt me.

It was tantalizing. It was stimulating. I was wetter than I had ever been before. Warmth hit my chest from above, the familiar buzzing sting of the melted candle wax searing into my skin. It differed from the dreams. Everything was more heightened this time. I held my breath when he put something in each ear.

“Trust me,” he murmured. Soft music poured in through what I assumed were earphones. Another spot of warmth touched my chest unexpectedly, and I arched off the bed. It wasn’t painful, simply surprising.

It was also soothing. The wax was just warm enough to make me feel the heat, but not so warm that I worried about getting burned. Riccardo pressed his hand down on my chest, and I understood without him saying the words. He wanted me to keep still. I held my position, even though I wanted to rebel and rub my thighs together. Riccardo worked his way down the center of my torso.

I thought I knew where he was going next. “Yes, more,” I pleaded. Riccardo poured wax over my breasts, and I could feel the heat sting my nipples as it rolled downward. A sharp throbbing to my pussy told me Riccardo had smacked it.

I had moved from my position. I got back into it, and he rubbed one of his enormous hands over my head, like I was a well-behaved pet. I wanted to nuzzle him, but moving meant punishment, and I didn’t want that. I bit back a whimper of need.

I wanted Riccardo in me.

A stinging heat touched my inner thigh. I knew Riccardo was punishing me for moving. The wax was hot enough now that my skin was probably turning colors, but I held the honor bondage. I swore to myself I wouldn’t move, no matter what.

As he kept pouring the stinging wax over different, unexpected places on my body, I let go. I let go of the control I had held tight. I let go of the anxiety I’d felt from treating Riccardo how I did. I let go of everything holding me back.

My body sank into the bed, as I cut the last strings left tethering me to the person I once was.

The suspense, of where he was going to pour next, made my breath catch in my throat. I waited in needy anticipation, but there was no forthcoming warmth against my skin.

“What’s wrong?” I panted. In response, I got a sharp smack on each thigh, and one on my pussy that squelched.

As soon as I relaxed into the bed, Riccardo’s pours returned with a vengeance. I couldn’t hold back the noises escaping me as he used the wax, and the anticipation of being burned had me yelping with surprise each time. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but my mind still expected the sting. Riccardo knew what he was doing. It took a lot of trust to rely on someone like this, something I’d never allowed myself to do before.

Riccardo ripped my blindfold off, and I let my eyes get used to the room. He was completely naked, his dark tattoos standing out against his slightly tanned skin. The earbuds were yanked from my ears, and discarded across the room, as he backed away from the bed, drinking me in.

“Beautiful,” he rasped. His chest rose and fell with every heaving breath, his hard pierced cock swaying between his legs, a bead of pre-cum clinging to the tip. His Prince Albert was a dangerous weapon.

I stayed very, very still. Maybe if I stayed like this long enough, he’d give it to me.

“You can move if you need to,” he growled, and with his permission, I stretched myself out. The wax had cooled in many places, and I wanted to peel it off, but Riccardo had other ideas. He pulled my legs out and thrust inside me, biting back a groan of appreciation.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight and wet for me,” he moaned. His cock throbbed inside me while he gave me a moment to adjust. A few seconds later, he looked down at me with a savage look on his face.

Then, he moved.

“Oh please, Seb,” I panted, shortening his name in the heat of my pleasure.

He paused and flipped me onto my stomach, uncaring if the wax got everywhere or not. He smacked my ass four times in rapid succession.

“What did you call me?” he snarled. His furious breath in my ear caused me to squirm around his dick as he re-entered me.

“Seb,” I cried out. “Please, oh God, please,” I begged him.

I couldn’t make sense of anything, as he thrust in and out. I felt him pull open my cheeks and pop his finger inside, causing me to squeal in surprise. That finger moved in tandem with his cock, his Prince Albert, and I felt that familiar tightening in my stomach. My pussy clenched down on his dick, pleading to be filled, as I rushed toward the precipice of ecstasy.

“Fuck, milk me, little darling. Milk this fucking cock so I can breed you,” Riccardo snarled. His voice was almost inhuman as he lost control. He pounded me into the mattress, and my chest fell flat, but his arm wrapped around my stomach to keep my ass up in the air. I screamed my orgasm, as he howled like a beast behind me.

We both collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed.

“Riccardo,” I croaked out.

“Yeah, little firecracker?”

“I take back what I said before. That most definitely was supposed to happen.”

I could feel his smile in my hair.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t fall asleep,” he said.

He got up and left the room, and I just basked in the afterglow. I felt whole. I felt wonderful. I felt like I could fly, or take on the world. Something. Barely any time had passed at all when Riccardo came back with cool drinks. I chugged mine down, loving the flavor. Something blueberry or blue raspberry; I didn’t really care, I just wanted my thirst quenched.

“You want to take a bath?” Riccardo asked me.

I nodded, and he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard a tub running, and then he returned to lift me off the bed.

“I can walk–”

“Your legs will feel like those of a newborn deer, Mya. It’s easier if I just carry you,” he said with a straight face. He sat me on the counter, and I took the opportunity to look around.

It was beautiful. He was filling a large clawfoot tub with water. I giggled when he added some pink bubble bath. By the time I finished laughing, the bath was ready. Riccardo helped me sink down into the bath water, his body following quickly behind.

“Erm, huh?”

“Yeah, little firecracker?” His hands set to work lathering soap against my spine as I stared down at the colorful trails all over my body.

“How am I going to get all this off?” I pointed to the hardened wax, brows furrowed with confusion.

I turned around so I could face him, and Riccardo gulped, and his cheeks turned pink.

“I may have gotten a little carried away,” he rasped, glancing away.

“What do you mean?” I thought back on if he wore a condom, but before I could ask, he was speaking.

His eyes met mine pointedly. “I should’ve avoided places with hair. This will not be pleasant. I’m sorry; it was a rookie mistake.” He held his hand out to me, and helped me out of the bath.

As we dried off, I stared at him like he had three heads, when I realized he was trying to care for me. My kidnapper trying to take care of me wasn’t a situation I thought I would be in. No one taught a course on this in school.

I followed him quietly into the bedroom and laid down. I’d have to hang on for this rollercoaster ride, and heal this man’s mind, so he can be free of this alter’s existence. Even though Riccardo had treated me nicer than I’d ever been before, I couldn’t ignore all the terrible things he’d done.

One amazing night of sex, where he didn’t lose control, wasn’t going to change that.