My main focus upon getting back into the car was to return to the mansion, but as I was predestined to show Lavínia a bit of everything tonight—from how I work, how I intimidate, to how I kill with my bare hands anyone who thinks they can outdo me—I found myself taking her to a cemetery now.
This was our last destination for the night.
I had to go to headquarters because I needed to place Lavínia's name at the top of the protection list for all the clans. And she could only be truly protected if she became one of us, knowing that the little owl with the beautiful eyes would need triple the protection now, and also because that damn madam let it slip on purpose that there are big players conspiring with her illicit business. I had to act fast. So I did, without all that nonsense of introductions.
"Who was that redhead?" she asked curiously, turning all her attention to me.
I breathe, tossing the cigarette butt into the car's ashtray and shifting my focus back to the deserted road, with hardly any movement. I glance at the window and notice nearly imperceptible droplets of water, caused by the high humidity in the air, signaling that it would rain in a few hours.
"A hitman," I answer her, with no enthusiasm whatsoever to waste my time talking about that loser.
"That was obvious. I want to understand the tension between you two and why you said that crap about me being the leader of the Swiss clan and all that nonsense."
Annoyed, I turn my attention to her.
"You're swearing a lot, don't you think?" I disapprove.
"My mouth got a bit dirty after I started hanging around a rotten guy like you."
I grip the steering wheel tightly, controlling myself. She messes with my head…
If she knew I was headed to a cemetery, she might keep that sharp little tongue still in that beautiful mouth, because there are plenty of open graves waiting for a new corpse. I look at her and swallow hard, seeing the slit of her dress revealing her smooth, pale legs crossed in the seat. Oh no, I don't want parasites feasting on her body when it's decomposing.
I clear my throat, my gaze fixed on the wet road.
"His name is Rael. We met when I had to get myself arrested to kill someone who thought they could escape death," I reveal, and for a few seconds, I find myself looking at her again, with a terrible urge to gaze at her beautiful, flawless face, interested in what came out of my mouth. "The tension you saw today is because he holds a tiny grudge against me," I smile.
"Tiny… sure. What did you do?"
"I just slept with his wife. But they're still married and happy."
The sound that came out of her mouth was pure disbelief.
"Dude, seriously! You cross all boundaries," the little owl said, indignant.
"Even King David did that, so why can't I?" I defend myself.
"That guy's going to end up killing you." Was that a sign she cares?
Of course… not. Lavínia wants to see me in the place I'm taking her to, six feet under.
"Yeah, sometimes I feel that. But then he'll have to take a number. There are plenty of people ahead of him. It's outrageous to cut in line, don't you think?"
"I think you have mental issues, that's what I think. And this business about me being a leader and all that?"
"It's just so they'll protect you. Now you're part of this and need protection," I explain, catching sight of my security team following us in two SUVs through the rearview mirror, keeping the distance I ordered them to maintain.
Seeing her, she fell silent and seemed to be thinking about what I'd just said. I was even pleased that she didn't press on with this side conversation. She will be protected, and the world can go to hell!
"You seem nervous," she says, clearly a noticeable attempt to trick me into staying quiet.
"It's because we're going to see a relative. That's why I'm nervous," I hide the real truth.
"You said this is our last stop? Because honestly, I'm dead tired," the pretty one yawns, and I understand why she wants me to stay quiet.
"There's plenty of room for me to lay you down there," I smile, and she shrugs, closing her eyes, saddening me by extinguishing the light of my night and resting her head on the seat.
***
The drizzle had thickened a bit, and I had already parked the car, reading some messages in an attempt to wait for the droplets to lessen so I could wake Lavínia.
But soon I noticed the sleepyhead stirring and giving me light as she opened her long, dark lashes, gracing me with the honor of her eyes on this dark night that seemed like it would turn rainy.
"Have we arrived?" she asked sleepily, making a face as she looked through the window. In a hurry, she leaned forward, observing the place we were at and unbuckling her seatbelt.
"It's a cemetery," I say before she freaks out.
Even so, her eyes met mine, and I identified disorder in them.
"Holy crap! When you said we were visiting a relative, I didn't think it was a dead one," she stressed, unlocking the door and getting out. "Let's get this over with," she slammed the door.
I smile, surprised by her attitude, and get out of the vehicle too, taking off my suit jacket and approaching to drape it over her shoulders, guiding her into the open-air cemetery.
As we reached the row of tombs, I saw her looking at the line of graves on either side and shrinking back, lowering her head.
"Are you scared?" I want to know.
She shakes her head no.
"Are you going to take long?" she looked at me hopefully. "I'm worried my brother might get concerned about my delay."
"It'll be quick," I reveal, walking toward my true destination.
In front of the last black granite tomb on the ground, I stopped my steps and stole a flower from the tomb next to it, placing it on the grave, closing my eyes and bringing my hands together at the center of my chest.
"I can't believe I'm seeing this," I heard Lavínia laughing at my prayer for the dead.
"Shh!" I murmur, trying to impose silence for my moment.
"Who's this Mário guy?"
I open just one eye, seeing her reading the information about the deceased.
"The first man to give me a job."
"That's nice. What kind of job?"
"He was arguing with a guy at a bar, so I grabbed a rock and killed the guy bothering him. We fled, and he paid me. That's how I started my business."
"My God! That's horrible!"
I smile, unable to focus, and open my eyes.
"Wasn't it nice, Lavínia?" I mock.
She laughs too and shakes her head, denying it.
"I thought it was an actual relative."
"He did more for me than my own blood," I reveal.
She walks up to me and touches my shoulder.
"Don't worry, soon enough you'll be keeping him company."
My lifeless eyes turn back to hers. The blood running through my veins seems to petrify as I stare into her pupils, which make me believe there's some spell in them.
"You've been provoking me all day, and I'm being very patient with you," I looked at her deadly, wanting to close my hands around her neck with such force until she ran out of air.
"Today, you've given me a day of terror. I saw a mother eating her child, I saw screens go black with the words 'user dead' written on them, and now I'm in a cemetery, watching you pay respects and pray for a bastard who got you into this cursed life," she pushed me, furious. "I want to go home."
I grabbed her arm before my body could feel the first absence of hers. Lavínia struggled in my arms, and I allowed her hands to reach my gun at the waistband of my pants, because I was eager for this day—the day I'd see if she really had the courage or if I needed to commit more atrocities to gift her with such worthy courage.
Immediately, she took a step back, almost stumbling, looking at me with hatred as she raised both hands, gripping the gun tightly, aiming it at my face.
"What do you think you're doing?" I smile, raising my hands.
"I'm about to shoot you."
"And do you know how to shoot?"
"You'd be surprised by the things I learned in that brothel."
"Interesting," smiling, I take a step, and the trembling gun in her hands touches my chest over my shirt. "Shoot," I ask, observing the barrel pressed against my chest. There was no steadiness in her touch; the gun against my chest was shaking, unstable, wavering at every moment. "Shoot," I shout the order, grabbing her hands and pressing the barrel of the gun against my chest. I look at her.
Her trembling amber eyes locked onto mine, and I glimpsed the first sign of a cowardly tear filling them.
"I can't kill you… and it's strange, because I'm sure you'd kill me if you were in my place," she declared with a ghastly voice, and just one solitary tear fell from one of her strikingly captivating eyes.
The laughter doesn't leave my lips.
Lavínia pulled the gun I was holding with her, locked it, and placed it on the tomb, staring at me, lacking the courage to kill me with a shot but having enough to drag me to hell with the way she confronts me with her gaze.
Suddenly, the rain intensified over our heads, and she looked with some sweetness at my gelled hair melting and a few strands falling over my forehead, her attention drifting down my nose and mouth.
She didn't need light like I did; Lavínia Fadel needed the scorching taste of fire. It wasn't the rain her body craved—it was the storm.
I am her punishment, and if fate brought me to her, something wrong binds us.
Karma?
I don't know, but I would find out.
The eerie wind in that cemetery blew her wet hair, and my suit jacket on her shoulder slipped and fell to the ground.
That was the last straw of my limit when I saw her lips being moistened and the tips of her breasts hardening under the fabric of her dress from the cold enveloping us on this night that would turn rainy.
What are the chances of me screwing her in this cemetery?
All possible…
It was inevitable, both of us, at the same moment, enveloped by some supernatural and celestial force driven and energized by the corpses in the tombs longing for us to merge into one another. We used the damn strong, icy wind and the noisy rain whipping our bodies, everything in our favor. Lavínia came to me just as I didn't hesitate to go to her, my hands gripping her slender waist, and I found myself touching a force of nature I'd die to handle, feeling the texture of the wet fabric. It was lamentable not to think about what else might be wet beneath that wretched dress. Her hands came to loop around my neck, and in desperation, our lips met in a breathtaking way, not taking long for our tongues to intertwine and dance in our mouths to the beautiful melody the sound of the intense rain created for us, wildly stirring our first kiss.
Before we knew it, I was laying Lavínia on the granite tomb with the deepest and most painful gentleness, not letting go of her mouth for a single second for fear she'd slip away from me, settling between her legs while my hand slid with pressure over her leg free from the slit of the dress, wanting to feel every centimeter of her feverish skin with the touch of my palm, smiling in her mouth as I felt the goosebumps caused by the cold surrounding us.
The rain doubled in intensity, and if we weren't completely soaked before, it was now impossible to find any part of us without moisture. The downpour crucified my back, and I internally thanked it for sparing her from those violent raindrops as I was on top of her, protecting her from the dead, the living, the gods, and even the supernatural.
Her hands came to my black dress pants' belt, and clumsily, she unbuckled and opened it, pulling it from my pants with force, grabbing both ends of the belt and throwing it behind my neck, securing it there and sliding the belt's tip through the buckle, tightening it around my neck and shoving her tongue back into my mouth.
"Suck… my pussy," she pleaded faintly, biting my lips with a driving force, a fury, and an impetuosity that made me hard down to my balls.
I smile, ecstatic at the extremely exciting request for both of us. Getting off her, I went to fulfill her wish, crouching in front of the tomb, pulling her by the calves as I said I would one day, with the craziest certainty that I'd suck that delicious pussy until my tongue hurt, dragging her to the edge of the tomb and slipping my hands into the wet fabric of her dress, quickly reaching her panties and sliding them down her smooth, pale legs with complete satisfaction.
After tossing her panties somewhere in the cemetery, I gathered a whole bunch of the wet fabric of her long dress and folded it to the side so it wouldn't hinder the voracious act of my hunger meeting her desire to be devoured, embracing her legs and not failing to admire that damn tiny pussy with barely an entrance, with the dirtiest thoughts that I'd tear her apart and wreck her with the damn thrust of my cock in the first hard entry I provoked. I kissed below her thighs, biting her to mark my teeth on her skin, just as that wretch did to my face with her nails. Unable to wait another second, my mouth, starving for her taste, reached her pussy with such impetus and voracity that I feared I might rip her clit off with the first bite, given how much I dreamed of doing that again.
Lavínia gasped loudly, and I glimpsed her opening her mouth to catch the strong raindrops on her tongue. Between her breasts, in that damn neckline, I watched the drops hit her skin with force, the splashes jumping onto our faces.
Damn… what a hell of a scene.
Tempted, crazy, dying of lust, and with my cock bursting in my pants, I pressed the tip of my tongue on her hot clit, and she splayed her hands on the tomb, witnessing me with appreciation as I sucked her pussy with the most beautiful and maddeningly naughty expression. Her light brown hair strands stuck to her beautiful face, and her mouth parted her red lips a short centimeter with every lick I provoked on her pussy.
"You're so… good at this. Just don't stop," she moaned, burning entirely after the compliment about my oral skills, being a good little girl by enduring me until I was satisfied.
With her taste, I delighted myself, drooling all over her pussy, hearing the delicious sound of a well-soaked pussy, continuing with my tongue in an up-and-down motion so precise that the little owl's legs trembled and closed around my neck, leaving my cock throbbing with appetite to plunge inside her.
Will I have the pleasure of sinking into her today?
I realized the extent of her arousal when, at the same moment a thunderclap shook the sky, her pussy lubricated so much in my mouth that I wondered if her fluids had enough power to keep me from eating for days.
"A-ah… Ângelo…"
The greatest perfection came when her whiny, delicious moan happened the second a lightning bolt lit up the sky, and her gaze sparkled with the fire of the electric discharge, her marvelous body giving small jolts.
"Come, Lavínia… come on this damn cock," I moved my tongue side to side, making her clit tremble at the tip of my tongue. Could the pretty thing get any harder?
Lavínia shook her legs uncontrollably, unsure whether to wrap her thighs around my head or spread her legs wider. She was going crazy…
"Stop… Stop!" she screamed, thrashing on the tomb, and I stopped, stopped when I plunged my tongue into her wet entrance and captured a good amount of her cum.
"Divine… a feast from the hell I command," I said lasciviously, looking at the sky amidst the storm, thanking the angels of hell and death for the extraordinary and absurd banquet they gifted me.
"Come, you delicious bastard," Lavínia grabbed the belt around my neck and pulled me up to her. I looked into the depths of her bewitching pupils. "You're not going to tease me and take me away," she declared, agonized by an insatiable and uncontrollable lust. Her hands came to open my wet pants, and she quickly pulled my cock out.
Lavínia shuddered entirely beneath me, holding my cock and looking into my eyes, and I savored the beginning of her fear.
"Do you want my cock inside you?" I whisper with a feverish ardor wrapping around my rock-hard cock. I'd die if I didn't get inside her pussy in the next few seconds.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"You just can't touch my back or abdomen. Arms and shoulders, you can."
Her lips met mine, and she plunged her tongue into my mouth again, tasting her marvelous flavor, biting me at the end of the kiss, and nodding countless times with her face against mine.
"I want… I want, Ângelo," she agreed with the most terrible and anguished desire.
I hold her neck.
"You can't touch my back or abdomen, Lavínia. I'm all cut up. If you touch those scars, I'll end up hurting you, and I don't want to do that to you again."
"Okay… I can handle it," she confessed faintly and uncertainly.
I grab my rock-hard cock by the base, waiting for her to release the thick, sensitive head, and I guide it unceremoniously to her wet entrance, sliding it in and opening my mouth along with hers at the indestructible sensation of finally being inside that intoxicating and delightful place.
"Damn…" I closed my eyes, taking her lips and sinking my entire cock into her pussy.
"A-ahh. Ângelo," she screamed, grabbing my shoulders. "Slowly… Please!"
I open my eyes, gazing at the most beautiful and admirable expression of sin.
"If I'd known all it took was bringing you to a cemetery on a rainy night to let me bury my cock in you… I would've done it sooner," I slid my cock out and thrust it all back in. She moaned, desperately holding my face.
"Ângelo…" she opened her mouth and let out the breath I didn't know she was holding. "We're going to hell…" she moaned the whisper in my face, gritting her teeth with another thrust of my back-and-forth movement inside.
"Doesn't it sound interesting to be fucked by me on the devil's throne?" I asked with the pain of sliding into such a damn tight pussy.
Desperate with my thrusts, Lavínia dug her nails into my shirt over my arms.
"Slowly… for God's sake! Let me feel you…" Without a doubt, that was the best plea she'd ever made to me. Looking into her eyes, I moved my hips against hers, sliding and slipping almost entirely through her pussy, and in the slow, agonizing haste she begged me to use, I entered, sinking slowly until her limit. Her eyes teared up, and it was very sad for me to imagine how much that might be hurting her. "Oh… what torture, my God!" she bit my shoulder over my shirt.
I kissed her forehead, reducing the depth I was entering and hitting the bottom of her fiery pussy.
"Moan softly so you don't wake the dead," I order, starting a frenzied back-and-forth, feeling her greedy pussy burn and ignite around my cock.
Lavínia gasped.
"Why so big… you damn son of a bitch? WHY?" she panicked.
"Quiet…"
"A-ah… holy crap…" she cursed and moaned softly, lifting her face and pressing it against mine, kissing me on the mouth without stopping.