“This will not end me,” Malena says firmly, even if she looks shaken up. Her face is a bright-red color from the increased blood flow, her eyes glossy from tears.

  I shift my hold on the disgusting worm, so that he is looking at her and I can only hope the sight of him isn’t too much. “Look at her,” I whisper in his ear. “Take her in one last time, because that is the face of the woman who will end you, and I will stand right behind her when she does that,” I assure him.

  Malena sobs a bit but still manages to give me a shaky smile and then kicks the guy with the heel of her stiletto. It lands right in his dick. The man, tries to take his hand to the center of his body, trying to protect himself from another kick, but I maintain my hold on them, forcing him to feel all that pain.

  “AHHH!” the guy screams and I laugh.

  I am certain she is about to repeat the motion when João makes it back with security and a police officer.

  “This is the man,” João says, pointing at him.

  “I can take it from here, miss,” one of the men says.

  I drop my hold on the guy, and he instantly falls on his knees like the pathetic worm he is.

  “He is all yours.”

  I am ready to go to João and leave this shit show behind, but from the corner of my eye, I can see a man approaching Malena, who is shaking uncontrollably now that the adrenaline is wearing off.

  “Don’t touch her!” I bark at the guy when he is too close to her. “Are you here with a friend?” I ask.

  Malena shakes her head.

  “Do you want to call someone?”

  “I don’t know,” she sobs.

  “Let’s get her to a hospital, okay?” João steps in, taking off his jacket and draping it over her shoulders very carefully without ever touching her.

  “Can you stay with me?” she asks. “You have gone through this, haven’t you?”

  I nod at her, “Yes, yes, I have. I meant what I said. You will end him, and I will help you. He will wish he had never met you.”

  “Does the pain and the fear ever go away?”

  “It’s a process, but right now, you need medical attention. I will help you, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  The sun is already rising on the horizon, and I am emotionally drained when I step into João’s green car. We drive in silence back to the hotel, after the long night at the hospital. Malena had to stay the night so the doctors could ensure she was fine and then have a session with a therapist in the morning. I felt so powerless, not being able to do more for her. Every individual who has ever gone through a situation like this has their own experience, and thus must find their own way to deal with it. My way was revenge and killing people. But I would not recommend that as a mainstream solution.

  “Are you okay?” João asks me with his eyes on the road.

  I realize I haven’t even asked myself that question.

  Am I okay?

  “I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “I think so?”

  “You think so?”

  “It has been a busy night.” I try to give him a reassuring smile, but my lips don’t move. “I don’t feel overly triggered. I just wish there was more I could do for her.”

  “I have a very good therapist who deals with victims of sexual assault on speed dial for my organization in Monaco. I would be happy to send the contact her way.”

  “Yeah, that would be nice,” I say softly. “You are too good, João.” I reach for his neck with my hand, wanting to feel some of his warmth.

  Out of the blue, he pulls the car over onto a side road. He parks it somewhere in a deserted place.

  “What is going on?” I ask confused.

  “Stop that, stop putting me on this pedestal where I look like a saint in your eyes.” He looks straight into mine, as if he were speaking to my soul. “I am not. I might not do the shit most men do, but that doesn’t make me goodness incarnated. And if you insist on putting me on top of this pedestal, then you better start seeing yourself next up there too, Sasha. You are just as good as I am, if not even better. Look at how you helped that girl today! Look at how you are helping women all around the world.”

  I blink frenetically at his words, not sure how to process it all in, or how to act anymore. This man never ceases to surprise me, and I never want for these feelings to stop. I unfasten the seatbelt and somehow manage to jump from my seat right into his lap, my legs resting on either side of him. João doesn’t say anything while I take a minute to look into his deep green eyes, which never cease to fascinate me.

  “I need to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be scared,” I start.

  “Blondie…” he breathes. There is a bit of fear in his eyes, or maybe it’s just the reflection of my own fear looking back at me.

  “I have been feeling like this for some time now, I just didn’t know how to put it into words.”

  João opens his mouth to speak, but I put my index finger on top of his lips, forcing him to stay silent while I gather the courage to say what I need to say.

  “I started killing because I wanted revenge, but not for me. I wanted revenge for my sister and for the women who didn’t survive. For those who will never get a name and are buried inside a common tomb. That’s what has kept me going for so long. Fighting for others. But now, I want to be selfish. I don’t know what that says about me but trust me when I tell you I would kill any man or woman who tried to take you away from me or harm you in any way.”

  A tear rolls down my cheek, but I don’t let it stop me.

  “I would probably follow you to the end of the world and that scares me, because, six months ago, I was all I had, and now that I have you, I don’t think I will ever be able to live without you.”

  “Sasha…”

  “I love you,” I confess. “I don’t need you to say it back, but I needed to get it off my chest.”

  “Sasha, I have been in love with you for so fucking long, and you were blind to all of it. You think I am a great man, well try to get away from me and I will show you the darkest of dark. I will bathe in the blood of your enemies and stand right next to you every single step of the way. You will never be on your own again. You will fight your battles, with me, standing right by your side.”

  I can feel some tears of joy rolling down my eyes. João brings both of his hands to my face and catches each of them with his thumbs.

  “I love you,” he mutters softly.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  I can see her pupils dilatating as soon as the words I’ve been dying to say for months now, finally leave my lips. Her eyes are darker and filled with lust. Her whole body is practically vibrating with anticipation. Her thighs clench around my legs, and this simple gesture does it for me. I grab her face even harder and press my lips right to hers. Our teeth clash from the intensity of our kiss. Soft moans make it out of her mouth, making my dick twitch in that delicious pain that only she can cause. I grunt in frustration, needing more of her.

  “I am going to make you scream so loud, the whole world will hear how pretty my name sounds when it comes from you,” I promise.

  Another moan escapes Sasha, and I can feel the dampness from her core starting to wet my jeans, which reminds me that she is completely naked under that dress.

  Fuck.

  I pass one of my hands through the neckline of her dress, tugging on it slightly until one of her breasts falls out of the dress. Her nipples are pointed, and I don’t hesitate in bringing my mouth towards it, licking the soft part, causing Sasha to moan. My free hand continues to travel down her body until I make it to her thighs. Goosebumps appear all over her soft skin when I pass my fingers close to it.

  “Are you dripping wet for me, blondie?” I say in a sultry tone.

  “You should check it out yourself,” she teases with a daring smile all over her face.

  My dick twitches harder inside of my pants. I am pretty sure that my cock has the imprint of the jeans’ zipper all over it, but I don’t mind that glorious feeling. Sasha gives me one of those loaded looks, daring me to put my fingers inside of her, so I obey. After all who am I to make her wait?

  I glide my thumb over the nub of nerves. Her head tilts back, allowing me access to her neck and then her entire body shakes from my touch. I don’t linger there, even though I love the sight of her like that. I continue my way down to her slit, and find out how fucking wet she is, just like she said she would be.

  “Mmh,” another moan escapes her lips.

  I dip my finger a little bit inside of her collecting some of that sweet dampness and then I bring my hand back up. “I could taste you for a whole lifetime,” I say bringing the fingers to my mouth. “Delicious.” Sasha’s eyes are wide open at my gesture, perplexed at the honesty of my words. “Want a taste of yourself, blondie?”

  “I like it more when I can taste myself on your dick,” she teases, and I lose my mind even more.

  That’s it, I am done.

  “Too bad, tonight is all about you,” I warn her.

  With a swift movement, I lift her onto the passenger’s seat. A sharp squeal escapes Sasha, who is surprised by my quick moves. But then she laughs. That laugh of pure happiness and satisfaction that makes my heart bleed for her. I pull her seat back and then jump over the console to place myself between her knees.

  “Hands up,” I instruct.

  I can see in her eyes she is ready to protest. “Or what?”

  “Or I won’t fuck your brains out.” Her mouth drops for a second and then she swallows hard. “You would like a spanking too much.” I tease.

  “You aren’t wrong,” she answers, still shocked to know there is a thin possibility I wouldn’t fuck her tonight if she doesn’t follow my commands.

  The scene starts playing in my head before Sasha can raise her arms in the air. Anticipation fills my body, and the neediness of having my arms all over her is almost too much. “Will you let me bind your arms?” I ask, needing her consent before I start anything.

  Sasha nods and gives me a soft kiss right before raising her hands in the air. I don’t hesitate and bind them to the headrest with the seatbelt. I check the strength of it for a second, making sure it won’t hurt her but that it’s still tight enough for her to not be able to escape the restraint.

  “What is your safe word?” I ask when I am done.

  “Marea,” she answers.

  “Good girl.”

  I pull the hem of her dress up, right over thighs, giving me the perfect view of her pussy, which glistens from arousal. There is wetness pooled all over her and even on her thighs, dripping down to her ass. A grunt escapes me at the unfair sexiness of the image. I want to take my time with her.

  “Do something, please,” Sasha moans, pushing up her hips, trying to get her center closer to my face.

  “I will take as much time as I want with you, blondie,” I say, looking into her eyes and carefully insert two fingers inside of her warm pussy.

  Sasha gasps and clenches around me while her mouth opens in a perfect circle. I would give anything to fuck that mouth right now. But, for now, I am happy watching how she gets off on my fingers.

  “More,” she begs again.

  I take the command and start pumping my fingers methodically in and out, getting delicious noises of ecstasy out of her while I increase the peace. Sasha starts rocking her hips, trying to get more friction out of the palm of my hand. I don’t let her do that, I have other plans for her. “Ride my face, baby girl,” I order. “I want you to come all over me, Sasha.”

  “Oh God,” is the only thing she is able to utter.

  I kiss the inside of both of her thighs very slowly, making my way to her center and then press my tongue to her clit. Sasha screams a bit. I can feel her body quivering. I put a hand on her lower abdomen, forcing her to stay still. The only thing she can move is her hips, and, God, is she moving them in perfect symphony to the rhythm of my tongue. I can feel her orgasm building. I can feel it in the way she rocks her hips, the way her toes are curling on my back, and how her legs are getting more tense each second I spend licking her clit.

  “Fuck!” she squeals, letting heavy pants of breath escape her. “Please, please get inside of me.”

  “Show me how pretty you can come for me and then I will,” I answer and get back to working her clit, pumping my fingers inside of her.

  She is almost there.

  “João!” she screams right on cue with her pussy clenching around my fingers.

  Sasha’s body shakes a little from the orgasm and white fluid leaks from inside of her, giving me the most amazing of sights. I leave a trail of kisses all over her center and then go back up, freeing her boobs again and toying with them, one in my mouth and the other in my free hand.

  “You promised that your dick would be inside of me after I came,” she reminds me.

  “That I did,” I admit, too stunned by the sight of her to conjure any more words.

  “Then you better fuck the shit out of me now!” she barks.

  “Always at your service,” My dick jumps out of my boxers as soon as I am done unzipping my jeans and pulling them down. It’s almost painful how hard it is at this point. “I am not sure how long I will last.”

  “Does that matter?” she asks. “We have the whole day to fuck, you can do a resistance fuck later. Right now, what I need is for you to fuck me the hardest you can.”

  “That I can do.”

  And that is exactly what I do. I slide my dick inside of her. It isn’t too difficult to obey her request. All I need to do is follow the rhythm my dick is requesting, pumping in and out of her. Enjoying every single moment inside of her while admiring the sight of her. “I am fucking in love with you,” I repeat, breathing heavily.

  Sasha is about to answer in between her moans, but I kiss her before the words can make it to her mouth. I can feel in that one kiss all the words she hasn’t said, all the passion and the feelings she has, and all the things she has yet to admit to me and to herself.

  “I want you to milk my fucking dick, blondie,” I say nipping at her bottom lip.

  “Fuck, João.”

  “Come for me, baby girl,” I encourage her.

  Her hips meet mine in an attempt to get my dick deeper inside of her and only moments later she is screaming and clenching all around me. It doesn’t take me much longer to do the exact same thing and unwind at her feet.

  This is the fucking best moment of my life.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  We were supposed to come to the hotel and sleep for a couple of hours, after everything that happened tonight. Sleep, however, has eluded us both. I have attempted to leave our bed multiple times in the past two hours. All of them have been sabotaged by João’s endless sex drive, not that I mind it. After restraining me in the car, it was my turn to use a belt and tie him to the headboard to have fun with him.

  “João, I need to go,” I repeat for the fourth time in a row. “Dani is waiting for me.”

  “And I am waiting for you to come again.” A muffled sound comes from underneath the bed covers, right in between my legs where he has decided to camp for the past half hour, edging me mercilessly.

  “Stop!” I bark and throw the cover away, exposing him to the morning light. His green eyes shine with desire. It’s unfair how good he looks with so little sleep. Any man would be scared senseless of a psycho like me, yet here he is, licking every single inch of my body as if his life depended on it.

  “I will continue later,” he protests.

  “I know you will.” I give him a wink and then jump out of bed, putting on my wrinkled dress from last night. I am so glad my hotel room is only a couple of doors away from his. The walk of shame would be unbearable wearing this dress, especially with the dozens of cameras and fans camped outside.

  “Will you fly back to Monaco today?” João asks while I gather my things from the floor.

  “Yeah, you?”

  “I have to stay one more day.”

  “Oh?”

  “My contract at Volpella is ending next season,” he explains. “Other teams have shown interest in me…” There is something in his tone hinting he is not willing to share all the information, it’s as if he were ashamed.

  “Is Cavaglio still interested?” I ask, adding the pieces together in my mind.

  “Yes,” he admits.

  Cavaglio is the team in Formula One. It’s legendary. Everyone is a Cavaglio fan, even the guys at Volpella or Primavert are. Every driver dreams of an opportunity to race for them, and only very few are granted the chance. João had it for a moment and he lost his seat to Philip. Being given the opportunity a second time is something important in his career.

  “You should take it,” I tell him.

  “But… Mancini and…” I don’t let him finish that sentence.

  “Cavaglio existed decades before Mancini was even born, and it will continue to exist once I kill him. Mancini and Arnoult have only tainted the team for the past few years, but that corruption has already been dealt with. You shouldn’t take a decision like this based on my experience with four vile men. This is your career, João.”

  “I thought you might be against it, given your history…”

  “I would never blame you for trying to make the most out of your career. You said you would stand next to me when I fight my battles. That goes both ways. Every single choice you make, I will be there for you.”

  “When did I get so lucky, blondie?”

  “We both got lucky, all things considered.”

  “Touché.”

  “I will see you in Monaco.” I lean into him and give him a goodbye kiss. “Keep me updated on whatever happens with the negotiations.”

  “I love you.” I don’t think I will ever get used to hearing those words coming out from his lips, but I also know I won’t be able to live a single day of my life hearing them.

  “I love you too,” I echo.

  “You are late again,” Dani scolds me when I make it to his room. The center table is filled with what seems like every option off the breakfast menu: waffles, cereals, fruits, omelets, cured meats, and cheeses…

 

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