Chapter 15
Catalina
I let out a pained groan, rolling onto my back while stretching my sore, achy limbs. Salvatore definitely made good on his word. That man was utterly insatiable last night. Every time I would begin to doze off, he'd wake me up with his cock or his tongue or his fingers and fucked me into his mattress until I was cumming and screaming bloody murder. Through it all, I'd lost count of how many times I orgasmed.
After we showered, I literally crawled back into his king-sized bed because there was no way I had the energy to go to my room. Biting down on my lip, I gasped when my legs were ripped open, and Salvatore anchored my calves on his broad tan shoulders. Jesus Christ, he is going to kill me.
"This is quite a wake-up call," I mewled, opening my heavy lids to catch him just as he bit down on my inner thigh. I was still beyond exhausted, but something about his ravenous nature set me off. My breath hitched when Salvatore held my regard as his wet tongue swept over my just bitten flesh, propelling a shiver to swirl through my body.
I reached down, lacing my fingers through his messy hair and eliciting a harsh groan from him. Tugging his silky dark locks at the root, I shifted as Salvatore's full weight settled between my legs. His teeth grazed over my irritated, swelling skin while they slowly moved up my already trembling inner thighs. Still weak from the night before, I shook my head when his skilled tongue began to trail up the length of my center slowly. My breath quickly became labored, and I sighed, attempting to protest. If the others hadn't heard me last night, they'd surely hear me this morning. "Sal, I can't take any... more-ah."
I sat up onto my elbows, trying to get out of the bed, but Salvatore wasn't having it, and I knew firsthand the man couldn't be reasoned with.
"You can and you will," he growled. Then he locked an arm around my waist and yanked me forward, making my weak arms give out, and I fell back down onto the bed. Oooh God. I moaned too loud for my own comfort, back arching off the mattress when he roughly sucked my overstimulated bud into his mouth. At the same time, he shoved two of his thick fingers into my sopping sore pussy, and I knew he was going to be just as brutal with me as he had been the night before.
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Five. Salvatore wrung five more orgasms from my writhing body this morning.
Once I was able, I crawled to the edge of the bed and stood on shaky legs. Fuck, this is what Bambi must've felt like. I thought to myself, taking an unsteady step forward, the aching between my legs more prominent than it was last night.
Deciding to take a moment before walking again, I looked for my clothes. Annoyed, I shook my head when I found them ripped to shreds on the floor beside the bed. I bent forward to retrieve them, but I decided against it midway through, hissing in pain.
"You good there, love?" Salvatore asked, not bothering to make a move to help. No, he was just lying back on the bed, arms propped behind his head, and a smug smirk spread across his lips. I could tell that he was taking stock in the fact that he made me this way. But instead of giving him the satisfaction, I narrowed my eyes and grabbed the corner of the sheet covering him.
"You know," I said to him, ripping the sheet away from his naked body and covering my own with it. He didn't even bother to cover himself up as he had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Smug Asshole. "I really do hate you."
Salvatore's jaw clenched as a wave of heat flickered over his sharp features before they went totally impassive. I was trying my best to keep my eyes on his face, but it was hard with him lying there in all his glory like that. It was like he wanted me to break.
"Good. Now go hate me in your own room. I'm exhausted, and I have to work in a few hours," he deadpanned, dismissing me as he placed a pillow over his head. God, he is such an Asshole!
"With pleasure, asshole."
"Keep calling me that, Catalina. I'll drag your bratty ass back in here and fuck you there next like the needy slut we both know you are," he told me from beneath the pillow, not bothering to take it off his head. Fuck. I cursed myself when a shiver rolled down my spine, thinking of him being back there.
Clearing my throat, I prepared myself to lie through my teeth. "Sorry, but this was a one-time thing. It seems you missed your opportunity."
"Sure thing, now get out," he lifted the pillow enough for me to see his face. "Unless you're going to let me fuck that ass until you can't sit down. Then you're more than welcome to stay."
Rather than continue to argue with him, I turned to leave, tucking the thin sheet under my arms. As I ripped his bedroom door open, I was met with a familiar pair of gray eyes, and my heart jumped into my throat, cutting off my air supply. His harsh gaze bore into my face as he looked at me like I was just some whore from the street doing the walk of shame out of his brother's room before anyone could notice. It sparked a pain at the bottom of my gut—much different than the one his brother had put there, but it put a sour taste in my mouth. I shook my head, damning the bitter taste away because fuck him. Fuck the both of them. All of them. They did this to me.
"I thought those noises last night sounded familiar," Lorenzo chimed in from behind Matteo, who was as still as a statue. "Don't worry, Matty boy," Matteo then flinched when Lorenzo's hands landed on his tense shoulders, and he winked at me. "She fucked my brother too. It seems to be her specialty." I knew his words were meant to hurt me, but it was Matteo who winced. His glare turned violent the moment his eyes flickered over my shoulder to his naked brother lying on the bed.
Anger began to radiate off of Matteo, and I stepped forward as he recoiled from me. "Matteo," I breathed weakly, wanting to explain, but nothing came out. I had no explanation, no words for him or any of them. I did what I wanted to do because I wanted to do it, and I didn't owe anyone anything. Ever again.
Salvatore cursed, glancing over to the scene at his door, and jumping out of bed."Shit, Matteo, it's not...." though he didn't give his brother a chance to unravel that lie before Matteo turned without giving me another look, ran up the stairs to his bedroom, and loudly slammed the door behind him.
"Nice what you did there," Lorenzo snorted, void of any amusement. "You know, the funny thing is I always knew the three of us wouldn't ever be enough for you. The moment you needed Matteo too, I knew. Thanks for finally proving me right, though." He turned and walked into the kitchen. Fuming, I couldn't stop myself from charging after him, not giving a shit that I was only wrapped in a bedsheet—Salvatore's bedsheet.
"I'm sorry, was that before or after you repeatedly lied to my fucking face, had sex with another woman, and killed my ex-boyfriend?" I shouted at him, stomping into the kitchen, my legs on fucking fire. Fuck, I needed to soak in a hot tub for a few hours. Instead, I am here fighting with this-this pain in my fucking ass.
"Look, babe, you're really going to have to let that last bit go. He was a fucking douchebag. You know it, I know it. I did the world a goddamn favor, and I won't apologize for it. So you're welcome," he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side before I slapped him in the face. What the fuck is it with these men thinking I owe them something? Grabbing my wrist, he yanked me closer to him. "I only let chicks I'm fucking touch me like that. Do it again, and I promise you'll regret it."
Challenging him, I squared my shoulders and dared him to follow through on that threat. Maybe I was stupid for poking the bear, but I didn't sense any heat in his words.
"Lorenzo," Nic snarled, making me jump, and I snapped my head in his direction. Since I had been arguing with Lorenzo, I didn't even notice that Nic was standing at the stove preparing what smelled like pancakes and bacon. Mmm. My stomach growled. "Let her go." Oh yeah, let me go, asshole.
"She fucking slapped me," Lorenzo growled back, tightening his grip, and I hissed in pain. Nic's eyes turned almost deadly when they zeroed in on where his brother was still holding my arm. Cracking his neck, he dropped the spatula on the counter then turned towards us before Lorenzo let go and held his hands up in front of himself. "What the fuck ever, bro. I let go." Nic quickly looked me over before giving Lorenzo another warning stare then back to me. His eyes were entirely impassive, and without a word, he went back to cooking breakfast.
Turning back to Lorenzo, I looked him in the face to see if my words would land. "You wanna know what really is funny, Lorenzo? You want me to forget about the last bit but not the part where you slept with someone else while I thought we were together. You knew you wouldn't be enough for me? But was I ever enough when you two kept Olivia around?" I saw Nic freeze out of the corner of my eye as the anger in Lorenzo's face melted away. It was immediately replaced with remorse. It should have softened me, but I didn't say it to repair things. I say it because I needed to get some things off my chest, and that was one of them.
"Cat, I'm...." Lorenzo started before his remorseful gaze turned lethal as his eyes drifted over my shoulder. "You need to get the fuck out of my brother's house right the fuck now. You're fucking fired." I furrowed my brows in confusion before realizing Salvatore was now standing behind me.
"Fuck you, Lorenzo, I'm not leaving my brother here with you," Salvatore argued, his raspy voices filling the room. "And I don't fucking work for you. I work for your brother."
"Oh yeah, congrats, man, it really sounded like you gave two fucks about your brother when you had your cock balls-deep in the girl he loved last night," Lorenzo angrily retorted, slowly clapping his hands while he stepped away from me and toward Salvatore. Sarcasm oozed from his words as I cringed at the crudeness of them.
"Shut the fuck up about things you know nothing of, Lorenzo, because I'd gladly put a bullet in your fucking skull if you don't," Salvatore growled, closing the small space between them. I swallowed hard, my eyes darting back and forth between the two hotheads having a screaming match in front of me.
"Make me bitch," Lorenzo smirked with a crazy look in his icy blue eyes, and I had a flashback to when he killed Liam. I closed my eyes and tightened the hold I had on the sheet wrapped around me as panic began to build in the pit of my stomach.
I didn't know what was happening, but my ears began to ring, and my body started to tremble out of its own will. It was like I was no longer in control of my own actions. When I opened my eyes, they were still screaming in each other's faces, but I couldn't hear what either of them was saying. The room was soon spinning, and my heart began to race. Before I knew what was happening, Nic punched Salvatore, knocking him out cold. Everything went quiet, and I took a long shaky breath once again, trying to find my bearings.
"Hey! That was my line," Lorenzo told Nic as the room began to come back into focus. My breathing evened out, and I was back to normal—well, as normal as one could be.
Nic flexed his tight jaw before looking over at me, paying his younger brother no attention. The intensity in his blue eyes shook my core, and my heart stopped for a beat. "Breakfast will be ready in ten." He told me sternly, and I wordlessly nodded before turning to leave the kitchen, my stomach in complete knots. How the fuck was I going to kill Reaper when I couldn't even handle two people going at each others throats? I'm so fucked.ツ hope you enjoyed it.
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