Caught In Her Vengeance - Book 2

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CHAPTER 12
Salvatore

End it now. I shouted to myself as my mouth moved down Catalina's slender neck. I grunted, tasting her salty skin on my tongue as a moment of clarity took hold of my mind. I often wondered why Matteo, Nic, and Enzo chose to share a woman—the woman in my bedroom, to be exact. Yes, she was sexy but was it really worth tearing relationships apart? Six months ago, I would have told you not a chance—now, the lower my mouth moved down her body, the less apparent that answer became. I was surely going to hell for this.

I never claimed to be a good man. In fact, I made it a point to be as unpleasant as possible to people I didn't care for. I did what I needed to do for myself but primarily for my brother. Matteo and I were all each other had growing up. He doesn't like to talk about it a lot, but our parents were druggies. He and I were partially raised on the streets. We both started out as innocent young boys but learned the game quickly. That's how we ended up working for the brothers. The difference between him and me now is that he has let things harden him as I have done for myself.

As Matteo's older brother, it was my job to always look out for him, especially when it came to Catalina. She was dangerous. I saw it from the moment she entered a room and sent everyone her alluring smile—one she hadn't worn since she's been back. She blinded him. That's why I wanted her away. Though the brothers had never threatened to do any harm toward him, I couldn't be too careful with their intentions if things went south.

I tried warning her to stay away from him, but her stubborn ass didn't listen. She always had some smart-ass comment that made me want to wring her fucking neck. That girl got under my skin like no person I'd ever dealt with before. Most people would cower when I told them what to do but not her. She fought me at every turn. It was both irritating and intoxicating all at once. Half of the time, I wasn't sure if I wanted to fuck her or kill her—which only made me despise even her more thanI already had.

Catalina could blame me for how things went down if that's what helped her sleep better at night. But I was the only one who told her the truth. Whatever happened to her after she left wasn't my problem. I did my part. She knew the truth, and my brother was free of her. Only he wasn't.

Instead of letting the girl go, he began spending all of his time working with Nic to find her. Could you imagine if they all knew that I knew where she had been the entire time? I'd be a dead man. It killed me watching my brother look like a pitiful puppy day in and day out despite telling myself it was for his own good. That, in the long run, it'd save him from ending up like me. Everything I did was for Matteo.

But then she came back and made a liar out of me. I said I did everything for my brother, but there I was a second away from bending the girl he loved over my bed—fucking her until she was quivering and cumming all over my cock.

I was a fucking hypocrite, and she was the goddamn devil.





Catalina

I hate him. That was what I had to tell myself to keep from moaning when Salvatore's teeth skimmed the seam of my neck. I hate him. I closed my eyes and fought the shudder as he nipped at my collar bone. I hate him. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth in a struggled effort to silence the whimper that threatened to escape as he bit down on my exposed cleavage that almost spilled from my tight red corset.

"I hate you," I whispered, balling my fist, allowing my nails to dig into the skin of my palm to cut through the pleasure bubbling in the pit of my stomach.

"Yeah, I know you do," Salvatore lifted his head from my chest before he warned me, "but this has to go." I opened my eyes to watch him as the tip of his fingers grazed over the red heart-shaped material. My breathing quickened, causing my chest to rise and fall unevenly when he hooked both his hands into the top of my corset. They were positioned on either side of the zipper that ran down the front of my body before he tore it open. He growled when my tits bounced free of the shredded fabric in his hand.

Taking a brief moment, I unashamedly began to explore Salvatore's hard body as he stood before me, completely unclothed. I wanted to get a good look at the man I was about to let fuck me. He was built much differently than any of the other guys. Matteo was tall with lean muscle, while Salvatore was built like a brick house—shorter, much more stocky than his younger brother. Nic and Enzo were covered in ink from head to toe, whereas Salvatore's deep bronze skin, like Matteo's, remained unblemished by any tattoos.

"Like what you see?" Salvatore asked smugly before tossing the tattered material over his shoulder then he took his fat cock into his hand. Slowly stroking himself, he closed the small space between us. My mouth went dry and I swallowed hard, watching him before I unconvincingly shook my head no.

Laughing under his breath, he wasted no time latching to my breast and taking me into his mouth. "Shit," I grunted when he took my pebbled nipple between his teeth. My head fell back onto the wall when he ripped away from one and began working the other. His nail scraped at my skin as the tip of his tongue traced my aching bud. "Ow," I yelped when he bit down on me as he tore his mouth from my chest to nibble along the length of my body.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up," he rasped between bites as his large hand connected with my ass, making me jerk forward off the wall and onto his naked body. "You can't honestly tell me that little cock whores like you don't like it rough." I was about to argue, but my protest immediately ceased to exist when he came to his knees and bit down hard on my left hip. I yelped again, bringing my hands to his shoulders.

Sucking my aching skin into his mouth, he released me with an audible pop before staring up into my eyes. My lips parted, and I let out a shaky breath as I became painfully aware of the petulant pulsing between my legs. He watched me in satisfaction and sent me a smug smirk. "Or are you too used to being fucked like a princess?"

Rolling my eyes, I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he didn't even give me a chance to respond because Salvatore soon hooked his fingers into the hem of my red shorts—he ripped them and my black fishnets off in one fluid motion. Fuck. I hissed under my breath and clenched when the cold air smacked the warm honeyed moisture gathered between my thighs.

When I'd decided I had enough of his cocky mouth, I switched up the game. Before Salvatore could make another move, I quickly stepped out of the material pooled at my feet and brought my barefoot to his abdomen—swiftly kicking him back onto the floor.

Ouuu, baby, you thought. I placed my hands on my hips, standing over his naked body, a foot on either side of his waist. "Down, boy," He attempted to get up, but I brought my foot up and slammed it down onto his chest, digging the heel of my feet into the hard pec over his heart. "Now stay," I snorted in amusement, taunting him once more before stepping back to look him over with a triumphant smirk.

Biting my lower lip, I slowly dragged my eyes up to Salvatore's face and watched as his jaw drew tight in irritation. Satisfied with how pissed off he looked, the corner of my mouth curled upward, a smile tugging on my lips. Eyeing my pleased expression, his nostrils flared when his heated glare quickly flickered down to my lips before intensely meeting my gaze. It was so painfully obvious that he hated the power shift, but I didn't care—this wasn't about him. It was about me.

So I stepped over his shoulders and firmly planted a foot on each side of his head. Cursing, Salvatore muttered something in Italian, and his eyes zeroed in on my bare pussy as he wet his lips. It was me who was the one laughing as he wrapped his large hands around my ankles, locking me in place with his fingers.

Humming to us both, I lowered myself so that I was just hovering over his waiting mouth. "You look like you're enjoying what you see, Salvatore. Though I do wonder how your little brother would feel knowing he was pining after me for all those months only to find out your dick gets hard for me too." I smugly cocked a brow and tilted my head to the side, throwing his words back at him.

Salvatore's features immediately hardened, and he practically growled at me. "Fuck yo—" I cut him off, dropping down onto my knees and sitting on his face. I needed to put an abrupt end to his little rant because we were going in circles.

We could always argue later.

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