Page 5 of Brutal Revenge

Marriage?Fuck that.

I’m desperate for a taste, not a lifetime of the same palate.

Azra’s top lip curls, desperate to object, but it’s Antonio’s expression I pay the most attention to. He wants Azra alone, but I’m too much of a possessive cunt to let that happen.

Don’t judge. Just because I’m anti-matrimony doesn’t mean I’d let a dog like Antonio Adami think he can pull a fast one on me.

“I’ll help you pack,” I say to Azra, reaching her before Antonio can react. I twist to face my brothers, who stare at me like I have a second head. “I’ll be back in around twenty. Feel free to start the party without me.”

“But you said…” Don Adami starts.

I don’t hear another word he speaks since the zap inflating my cock is near deafening.

I’m barely touching Azra. My dick, however, acts as if her poutylips are hovering an inch above my pre-cum-stained tip, ready to swallow every drop of my cum.

Azra’s polite mask remains perfectly in place until we reach a room at the end of a long hallway. Once the door closes behind us, she spins, grabs a letter opener from her desk, and presses it to my throat with a steadiness that surprises even me.

Chapter 2

Matteo

Ifreeze. Not out of fear. More out of fascination.

The angel has claws, and it takes all my mother’s teachings not to encourage them to scar my back right here and now.

I had no clue I liked them feisty until now.

“Listen here, dipshit! I’m not a damsel in distress who needs saving.” She digs the tip of the letter opener in firmly enough for the fascinating scent of imminent danger to waft into my nostrils. I love pain. I fucking dig it. So I’m hard enough right now to drill a mine. “Say you’ve changed your mind.”

She crowds into me with a ferocity that doesn’t match her angelic features. Her head doesn’t reach my chin, and she doesn’t weigh half of what I do, but she appears as tall as a giant because she’s so riled up.

Her closeness means it’s impossible for her to miss the impact her little hellion act has on my body, but she acts nonchalant. “Say you want his eldest daughter instead.”

When I shake my head, Azra’s eyes burn with fury, intelligence, and something that looks a fuck ton like desperation. She’s close enough for me to count every fleck of green in her hazel eyes andto savor the feeling of her minty breath on my skin, but it’s the pointy edge of the blade digging into my neck that increases the tension tenfold.

I ought to be angry.

Instead, I’m impressed.

That’s no easy feat.

“Why not?” Her accent is more noticeable now because she’s in shock. Or could it be jealousy? I don’t know her, so I can’t be expected to comprehend all her telltales. “Isabella is beautiful. She’ll make a lovely bride?—”

“Bride?Ha!” Her unrecognizable expression slips as I say, “I ain’t interested in getting married, sweetheart.Ever.” Another much more intriguing scent filters between us when I tilt my head, digging the letter opener in deeper. “This isn’t about marriage… and I’m reasonably sure you know that.”

“I’m sure Isabella is open to…thatas well. I’ve heard she’s extremely accommodating to her father’s guests,” she whispers. It’s definitely jealousy flashing through her eyes.

“I’ve heard the same…” Before finishing my statement, I wait for the burn of my lie to color her cheeks. “But I don’t give a fuck if her pussy lays golden eggs.” I wet my suddenly bone-dry lips, and her eyes follow the trek of my tongue, then narrow during my following sentence. “I’m not giving you back.”

Even if this began as a means to get my dick wet, I’d rather ship her home than fold to an Adami. I just can’t let her know that. My best-kept secret is that I’m a bigoted tyrant when it comes to rapists.

Antonio may not have been at the event that nearly ended Dante’s relationship with Lucia before it began, but I know he’s been involved in past ones. Graphic footage doesn’t lie.

“Why?” Azra’s question isn’t as assertive as her earlier one.

I ball my hands into fists as if that’ll stop my mouth from spilling words it’s never spoken before.

It’s a waste of time.