Forbidden Deception (Deception)

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T he sight of Venezia with tears in her eyes in jeans and a sunflower-coloured button-up shirt pulls at my heartstrings.

Her lower lip wobbles like she is about to cry, and I reach out to her. Her phone drops from her hand, and she rushes towards us.

No, not us. Me.

She launches herself into my arms, her arms wrapping around my shoulders as sobs wrack her body. My own arms wrap around her waist, and I lift her, my head dipping into the crook of her neck. Her familiar scent makes me feel alive for the first time since she left.

I felt like a madman, walking lifelessly around with no purpose.

Now that she is in my arms, everything feels better, like it’s worth living and breathing again. Colour springs back into my life, and my heart beats once more.

“I’m sorry, Rafael. I’m so, so sorry,” she sobs into my arms, her body shaking.

“It’s okay, baby.” I run my hand through her hair and tighten my hold on her.

“No, it’s not okay. You trusted me, and I walked away like you didn’t matter. I promise you do. I promise I love you for real. Nothing…nothing was fake. Never.” She leans back and shakes her head, her face set in a soft pout I want to kiss.

Tears drip down her face, and I run my thumb over them to collect them.

“You…I’m sorry,” she cries once more, returning to my arms.

My eyes shut on their own.

Fuck, I guess Khyros deserves an award for this. I’ll help him with his baby mama for sure. I knew he was doing this for something. Motherfucker managed to get involved with Yakuza.

“This is weird for me to witness,” Remo softly murmurs.

“Shut up. It’s all your fault,” Venezia grumbles, leaning back to glare at her brother.

I settle her back down, but she quickly grasps my hand as if afraid to let go.

“Yes, of course. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have met him or fallen in love or whatever.” He rolls his eyes, then starts to walk past us but stops when he reaches me.

He looks at me, and his eyes ice over like something truly dark has taken over. “I’m leaving her in your care. I am trusting you, and if anything happens to her, you will be six feet under before you can even take your next breath,” he grits out.

His threat isn’t empty. He will do what he just told me and ten times worse.

Venezia is, after all, the sister of the worst monster Britain has seen.

“Sure, brother-in-law.” I smirk.

He narrows his eyes, then walks past me in silence. The door softly shuts behind him.

Silence envelops us. I turn towards Venezia to see her already looking at me with tears once more in her eyes.

I sigh, reaching forward and grasping her jaw in both my hands. I tilt her head up and bring her closer to me, her hands grasping at my hips.

“Stop crying, my love. I’m okay. We’re okay.” I press a soft kiss to her lips, her eyes, and her cheeks.

“How could it be okay, Rafael? I left you after you confessed your feelings for me, and I didn’t give any explanation. And when you came running after me, I saw you get hurt. I couldn’t even stop the jet, and—”

“Breathe.”

She stops and takes a deep breath, sniffling and looking up at me. Her gaze turns soft once she looks into my eyes.

“Forgive me?” she whispers.

I lean forward, and my lips graze her ear. She shivers, and goosebumps rise on her skin. I smirk.

“I’ll see how I’m feeling after I fuck that apology right out of your mouth for hurting me. You’ll be begging for it when I have you alone, Venezia. I hope you know that I am not going to let you go ever again.” I grab the back of her neck in a firm hold and plaster her to my body.

She gasps, her eyes wide and curious.

“You hurt me, and that cannot go unpunished, can it?”

When she doesn’t answer, I tighten my hold on her hair, and she finally nods.

“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes flaring.

“Good girl. Now let me take you home.” I capture her lips with another kiss, and a moan slips out of her when I pull away.

The ride to my penthouse is a long, tortuous one. Venezia refuses to let go of my hand. She keeps looking at me like she’s begging me to forgive her. Oh, I forgave her long ago, but I need her to know she hurt me.

A lot more than I could ever imagine.

We arrive at my penthouse, and I spot the extra keycard on the side table next to the door. Khyros has left.

“It’s a cute place,” Venezia says from my side, her hand still in mine.

It makes me smile.

I tug her to me, and with a soft gasp, she falls into me. Letting go of her hand, I unbutton the first button of her shirt. Then the next. And the next. Venezia’s chest rises and falls in short breaths, her eyes never looking away from me.

Her hands slide up my chest and over my shoulders, pushing my jacket off. Then she unbuttons my shirt and pulls it off, and I take hers off. My eyes fall to her yellow lace bra, and my chest expands.

I look up at her and find her watching me carefully.

“Betraying me is going to cost you, Venezia, far more than you realise.”

She reaches up and links her hands behind my head. “I’m ready to pay my price.”

“I don’t think you are.” I grasp her arms and tug them off me, then swiftly turn her around, pulling her arm behind her back with one hand.

My other hand sneaks up, and I unhook her bra, throwing it somewhere. Her breasts bounce when let free, and my mouth waters.

“Ever since I saw you Venezia, I have become a crazy man. My obsession with you was known amongst everyone around me.”

I pinch her nipple, and she jolts.

“And only when I realised my feelings did I finally decide that this crazy love would only ever be yours. I told you I had never loved or had any woman I called mine. You were my first, and I will make you my last too.” I pinch harder, pulling at her chest.

She mews in pain and pleasure, her eyes shutting tightly.

“I got on my knees for the first time in my life for you. If that doesn’t demonstrate my love, my obsession, my crazed want for you, then what will?” I continue, pinching her again.

This time, she yelps.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, looking over her shoulder at me.

“Not fucking good enough, Venezia. You held a gun to my heart and pulled the trigger.” I let her go, and she turns around.

I pull her zipper down, then slide the denim off her legs. She stands before me in her matching yellow lace underwear like an erotic dream made flesh.

I hook my fingers into the waistband, and pull it off. She gasps, and her hands fly to my shoulders.

“You said you are ready to pay the price, hm?” I stalk towards her, she steps backwards.

She nods but keeps walking backwards until her back hits the wall. I place a hand on the wall beside her head, lowering my head to her neck. She tilts her head, giving me better access to bite and nip.

“Lift your legs for me, love.”

She hikes a leg up and wraps it around my waist with complete trust in me.

I grab her other thigh and lift her, making her wrap her legs around my waist. I pull down my zipper and pull my cock out, nestling it at her pussy lips.

I drop my forehead to hers and shut my eyes.

Venezia’s soft hands cradle my cheeks. I open my eyes and find her looking at me with an smile.

“Take what you want and then hug me in bed. I’m yours for eternity, baby.” Her words settle deep. The love and trust in her eyes blazing brighter and hotter than fire.

Instead of actually punishing her—I wouldn’t be able to do it even if I really wanted to—I slowly push into her. Her walls give way, and I sink into her until I’m full seated, all the way in. We both groan.

Then I start to slowly pull in and out, to truly show how much control she has over me. I can’t hurt her like that. I can’t ever be harsh with her and right now, all I want is to love her. She cries and digs her nails into my bare back. A few tears drip out of her eyes that I easily kiss away.

When she finally gives up after hours of me making love to her and lies limp in my bed, I watch over her. I just cleaned her up, but my God, her body is missing bruises and my love marks.

Crawling over her body, I let my lips softly close around her neck, and I suck. She stirs and opens her eyes, a sleepy, groggy smile on her face. Her legs slide around my hips, and she moans for me.

“More,” she whispers.

“You shouldn’t have asked for that,” I murmur against her skin.

I slip back into her, and she sighs, spreading her legs wider.

Her eyes snap open the minute I do, and before I know it, she flips us and she’s on top of me, running her hands through her hair and bouncing on top of me. Her delicious tits jiggle right in my face, and I groan appreciatively.

“Fucking tease,” I grit out, reaching forward for her tits, but she slaps my hands away with a glare on her face.

“No touching,” she says with a grin.

“Ordering me around again?”

She grins, then continues to bounce on me. My hands clasp the sheets next to me, and my muscles tense, trying to hold back my orgasm. Because that is how wrapped around her finger I am. One word from her, and I obey like a good fucking lap dog.

The days fly by with us making up for the lost time. I keep her by my side, because I am afraid to let her out of my sight. I fear that she will disappear, that she will leave once more, and I can’t go through that again.

She won’t. I know she won’t, but I can’t help the fear.

When she offers to take me around the city, I am reluctant to say yes, but she gives me those soft eyes with a small smile on her face, and I give in.

She wears my white shirt tucked into her jeans and is practically bouncing in place in joy.

“I’m so excited! I always wanted to take my boyfriend with me to this place, and I finally can.” She grins up at me.

“Calm down, or you’ll use all your energy just jumping on the spot,” I muse, but she only shrugs.

“I don’t care. You’ll carry me if I run out of steam.” She doesn’t need to ask me, because I know I will.

The place she wanted to take me to is a rooftop cafe overlooking the city. We are seated with our coffee and snacks in front of us, and Venezia is smiling nonstop. It’s afternoon, with people mingling about and grabbing quick to-go coffee, so it’s busy but not too crowded. We went undetected from the paparazzi, thanks to my discreet security team.

“Are you happy?” I ask her, watching her carefully.

She looks over and tilts her head. Her hair spills over one shoulder like a silk waterfall.

“You think I am here because I am sad? Of course I am happy. Just being with you makes me happy. I told you before, a simple evening with you is more than enough for me.”

“I have more money than I can count or know what to do with, and yet, my girlfriend only wants an evening with me?”

She frowns at my words, then shakes her head.

“That’s not what I said. I deserve the best of the best. Don’t cheapen out on me now. My brother spoiled me with everything, and I expect the same from you.” She smirks, lifting her coffee cup to her lips.

I press my tongue into my cheek, smirking and looking away, knowing I would give her my whole fortune and anything else she asks for.

That also means giving her the best diamond ring when I ask her to be completely mine.

My proposal won’t be any less than what she deserves.

Venezia starts talking about other places she wants to visit with me, and I think about how grand the proposal should be.

Remo has already allowed me to have her, so he won’t oppose our marriage. We may clash at family gatherings, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing will stop me from making Venezia mine in every way possible.