Killed On Purpose

7

"Lazz, I never meant to hurt you by hidin–" I started saying and walked carefully to him, but he reached out with his palm and grabbed my neck, forcefully bringing me closer to him. Not a second later his lips crashed on mine. I didn't move a muscle at first. There was no love, no passion in that kiss. Just pure and utter anger.

Lazz squeezed my throat a little more and when a gasp left my lips, he brought his tongue in. I was still wary and a bit scared of his reaction, but my lips and tongue complied against his own when they felt the familiar taste. They moved in synchrony with his, but when I tried pulling away to break the kiss and finally have a talk with him, he brought me even closer, but then out of nowhere pushed me by my throat on the bed behind, now him being the one to stop the kiss.

"Lazz, what are you doing..." I began, but my try was short-lived as he climbed on top of me and bit my lip so hard I almost yelped. His tongue soothed the small cut immediately, but his hands were roughly travelling down my body and under clothes in an attempt to feel as much skin as possible. I let him. He'd been rough like this before and I had liked it, but that time love and passion were present. This time anger drove him.

Lazz broke the kiss and moved to work on the buttons on my jeans before sliding them off together with my panties. Once they were both laying on the carpeted floor, he climbed back on top of me and claimed my lips again. I knew we should've stopped and talked instead, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to anger him any more.

He reached for his belt and, as many times before, undid it without a problem, quickly and urgently. The belt fell somewhere on the floor with a soft thud but his jeans and boxer briefs came down just around his knees, revealing Lazz's already swollen and ready dick.

He kissed me one more time on the lips, aligned with my entrance, and, as he moved to my neck, bit down hard before sliding in without a warning. The feeling left me with a hiss on my lips as he roughly went in and never slowed down after. He pounded in me, almost mercilessly and without remorse, and I could only let the sensation roll over me through moans and whines.

"Lazz..." I drawled out his name as he slammed even harder and hit a winning spot.

"Don't talk." was all he said before bringing his hand down and putting it around my neck as a warning. His strokes were kept fast and hard, and he never broke sweat as his narrowed eyes bore into mine the whole time, but shortly after he slowed down until he retrieved completely and harshly tried to turn me around.

"On your knees, Willa," his tone was commanding and snappy when I struggled to oblige this time. When I adjusted and my head was down against the soft mattress while my ass in the air, I felt him run his dick up and down my slit before going in. This time, though, he started off slow. I could feel his lips near my ear before he brushed my ear softly.

"Is this how he fucked you, Willa?"

My body froze. His question and rough voice threw me off completely and I tried pushing him off of me, but Lazz continued fucking me. He took a handful of my hair and brought my head higher, more to his level.

"Or like this?" he gritted out his teeth and quickened his thrusts. When I didn't answer and just shook my head, he repeated the question, but more angrily now. "Or like this, Willa?"

"Lazz, stop it," I wanted to move forward and get away from him, but he held my hips with the other arm and locked me in place.

"Why should I? You never told him to stop, did you?"

The venom laced in his words was everything but subtle, and it stung so deep my heart ached. I deserved it, though. His words were justified, but his actions at that moment weren't. I wanted him to stop fucking me. He did it out of anger and I was on board as long as he did it to calm himself down, but not mock me and humiliate me for what I had done with Silvio.

"Lazzaro!" I raised my voice this time, even despite the evident tremble of my lips, and this time he stilled. I could feel his body shake just before he pulled out and jumped back. My hands fell on the bed to balance myself when I heard him buckle up his jeans. I didn't have the guts to face him now. I got off, snatched my underwear and jeans, put them on quickly and headed for the bathroom. I didn't go far, though. Lazzaro let out a curse and grabbed my forearm. It wasn't as rough as before.

"Fuck... Willa, wait," he said and turned me around, but when I didn't look up he used his fingertips to bring my chin up and meet his eyes. His stare hardened when he noticed I already had tears welled up in my eyes. "I crossed a line. I'm sorry." he said, his voice monotonous, and brought my head to his chest in an attempt to hug me, but it felt so robotic.

"You did," I breathed and added, "And I'm sorry, too. I thought if it had happened before we got together it didn't matter. I should've told you. I know that now. " I murmured against his cold grip and felt him sigh. What he did three minutes ago was borderline non-consensual and if he kept it up for a second longer I would've got scared.

"I know. It won't happen again, I promise." he inhaled sharply. "I know it happened before me when we weren't even dating, but I still felt hurt when you didn't say anything. He's my brother, Willa, and I should've known you had done something with him. Maybe things would've been different."

"Different how?"

"I would've looked at the whole situation from another angle. Maybe I wouldn't have urged us to make up and act all normal, or bring you with me to that dinner. "

He regretted all the effort he had done to improve his relationship with his brother now. That, I could clearly see and it pained me knowing I was the reason for the fall of two brothers.  I nodded, understanding where what he said came from.

"We'll talk more when we get back to Paris tomorrow, okay?" I nodded against his chest again without questioning why we were flying back three days earlier than what we had planned in the beginning. Lazzaro then kissed my forehead, despite all his inner struggle, and walked out of the room. I sighed, not knowing how to tell him tomorrow what I had decided, and went to the bathroom to take a shower before everyone was back.