CHAPTER 63
CHRISTIAN ‘VICIOUS’ VOLKOV.
An insane fiancé.
A nagging sister.
Days shackled up with men like Nico talking non-stop about how he missed his fucking mother who was back in Chicago.
The five families breathing down my neck.
All four of those things had enough ammo to tick the bomb about to detonate inside my head.
But it took more than that to add a chink to the armor I had cocooned myself since I got to Italy.
My motherland hadn’t welcomed me with welcoming hands.
No, it had welcomed me with daggers to every piece of skin on me it could find and I bit down on that pain and took it like a good boy.
This was the first of many tests.
Rome wasn’t built in a day but it took a day to collapse it altogether.
One misstep.
One slip-up.
And I’d lose that throne before I even took a bite out of it.
As I stared at the dollar bills on my study table on Monday, one million dollars in cash with Benjamin’s smug face lining those bills, I knew I was going to slip up.
I was going to sacrifice my throne if push came to shove.
Why?
She left me.
I knew where she was, I was going to fetch her. Punish her. Pin her down. Fuck the disobedience out of her.
The thing about my little nurse though?
She’s an anomaly.
Unpredictable if we are going to look at the whole damn picture.
Of all the women in the world, she happened to be Alessandra Pallis and that made everything complicated.
Her newfound mother, Allagra Pallis, sent me one million dollars on Monday and a wedding gift for my upcoming wedding to her daughter, Athena Pallis.
It was a warning too but Allagra Pallis doesn’t know how way back my nurse and I go.
I bought my nurse first.
I called dibs on her first.
I claimed her first.
Not even her mother is going to save her. To take her away from me.
She is mine. Millie is mine too. No take-backsies.
That would summarize why I am here.
Hearing some limp dick groan a few feet from me because of a bullet wound that didn’t go straight for the bone and shatter it.
I should have aimed a bullet to the head of this Yan guy.
I surveilled this house since my nurse and Millie got here and apart from the untrained guards, this Yan, this son of a gun, touched her shoulders, whispered things in her ears and held Millie like she was his.
This Yan should be dead.
My little nurse’s tears line her cheeks.
I licked some away but she won’t stop and I’m one committed fucker kissing her like my head is underwater.
Because really, it has been underwater.
Without her, everything has been a mess.
I can’t fix the messes because she’s not near. I can’t fix the messes because she and Millie left my house hollow.
Her lips whimper against mine.
I pull away from her, kneeling on the ground with her but my forehead resting on top of hers.
God, she’s beautiful.
And Allagra Pallis wants me to walk away from her? Not a chance.
“W-Why-.”
I don’t wait for her question.
I take her lips again this time hurrying up to sneak past her lips and plunge into that mouth that carries her damning scent.
So good, little nurse.
Addicting.
Makes me a madman.
I touch her cheek, smearing it with some of the blood I got from the guards who I had to shoot and slice because they wouldn’t let me in.
I even asked nicely but no.
Everything always has to be hard when it comes to her. And I like it hard.
Her hands shove at my chest and I hold them close to that beating organ that has betrayed me since day one when it came to this woman.
When her tears touch my cheek again, warm and salty, I pull away.
“What do you want, huh? To torment me? Your debt has been repaid so stop this!”
“I want you. And if you think one million dollars is enough for you, you are dead wrong.”
Back in my mansion. Back in my bed. All mine.
“T—they’ll kill you.”
Her voice comes out hushed.
I know they intend to but Allagra Pallis can’t risk a war. Can’t risk killing the man who will own every inch of Italy and then some.
“You want that?”
“It doesn’t matter what I want because you and me are done. You are marrying my sister and you have made it clear what we are, so leave. Leave right now Vicious!”
Her breaths come out choppy but my eyes are on her baby blue ones. I can look at them all night and she wouldn’t have a clue.
I grip her chin.
“You and me are done when I say we are done. It doesn’t matter whether you are a heiress to some family title because you were mine first.”
“I’m not your property.”
“Test me, little nurse, but at the end of the day, you’ll be back in my sheets chanting my name.”
“Never. Never again.”
“Why?” I ask.
Her throat bobs with another bucket of fresh tears.
“Because the universe gave me a second chance and I won’t waste it. Y-You will never get over me running away with Rhett and I’ll never get over you marrying my sister just to hurt me. That’s why. We are not compatible and things are better off like this.”
“Better for you? Because you’ll have to marry someone else? You are a Pallis now, arranged marriages are a common thing.”
Her eyes go wide.
Aah, Allagra didn’t make her aware of that did she?
I’ve heard the rumors about Alexia’s coming out party.
To introduce her to the world but I’ve been on this side of the world for eighteen years to know one of the heads of the five families will want to marry off his retard son to what’s mine.
I won’t allow it though.
“I’ll do what I can to keep you away”, she lies through her teeth.
My lips crash on her forehead before I say, “You can try.”
I stand up, I pick up her walking stick that has her looking and feeling like she’s disabled when matter of fact is, she’s not.
Allagra’s guards circle me within minutes and I leave of my own accord because I’ve already established who she belongs to and no iron gates or her title is keeping me away from taking her and Millie.
***
Alexia Green has always been a difficult, stubborn, definitely the kind of trouble that invites a headache type of woman.
A man with scruples would run the other way.
A man too far gone with her blonde hair, her snarky personality and her child didn’t run the other way.
I was at her house latching on her lips desperately two nights ago.
Two nights later and I’m standing at her coming out party.
It’s a lavish ball of the sort, with a charity gala splotched in between to make it seem relevant and that attracts all kinds of rich all across Sicily.
Everyone is here to meet the blind heiress of the Pallis name.
Fathers are here to flag their sons to Allagra Pallis because it’s the mother-in-law you always have to win first.
Allagra Pallis hates me. Right now, the same hate that she shot me with when she told me to get off her compound doesn’t subside when we lock eyes.
Just to spite the woman, my hand snakes around Athena’s waist harder pulling her to my chest.
Athena gasps, her hand lands on my chest like we are intimate lovers.
I entertain her though.
I need her tonight.
My eyes skim over everyone at the party.
“Chri—Vicious, thank you for-.”
“This is not me forgiving you for anything, Athena. I called you because I need you, don’t get mixed up on what this is.
Smile.”
I take another sweep of the room.
Blonde hair comes to sight. The kind of blonde hair I wanted to see when I got here.
Her hair is up in a ponytail displaying that graceful neck that has even Ginnio La Monda junior salivating when he speaks to her.
Alexia smiles at something Junior whispers.
“There she is. Go talk to your sister, Athena, pull her aside privately and if you try anything… well if you are smart enough you wouldn’t try anything.”
“My mother will-.”
“Your mother wouldn’t bat an eyelid if she saw her daughters getting acquainted away from a noisy gathering.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“Move. Now.”
Athena chugs a glass of Cranberry drink or something of the sort before she moves to her sister cutting the conversation my nurse was having with junior short.
I stand back, try to mingle and once the sisters exit the room, I follow quietly.
It takes five minutes for Athena to pull away from Alexia and by the look on my nurse’s face she’s confused by whatever it was they spoke about and the sound that my shoes make when I approach her.
“Don’t-“, she warns, taking a step back.
She’s draped in red.
Red like danger.
Red like her lipstick.
Red that wraps around curves.
Red that’s as slick as the satin material in red.
I take a step toward her and I see when she realizes she’s cornered.
She can’t leave if she doesn’t know which way is out.
“Whatever mind games you are playing, they won’t work, okay? I’ll scream if you even think of-.”
I eat the distance between us, taking her naked back because of this backless dress that has her looking like a strawberry drenched in hot sinful chocolate.
“What did you and Junior talk about?”
“None of your business”, her nails scratch my neck but I hold her still.
“You are my business.”
She stops fighting understanding it’s worthless to fight.
“I’m going to get married.”
Her words come out as dirty filthy lies and they still hit me like it’s the truth.
“Yeah? To keep the big bad wolf away? Who are you marrying? Junior?”
“It doesn’t matter but I’ll be off limits and you won’t be able to pull stunts like these anymore.”
“Stunts like these? You ran away from home, if anything I’m the man who deserves a fucking medal for being patient enough to wait for all this drama to be over.”
“You sent my sister over to distract me”, her voice cracks, ”D-Did you promise her sex so she—she would pretend to be my sister for a minute?”
Your sister’s a bitch who doesn’t deserve your tears.
“Why are you doing this to me, huh? Why can’t I…be happy…just once without thinking about you and the pain that comes with it? Can’t I be happy too, Christian?”
“Alexia-”
“Don’t touch me!” she sobs but she leans into my hand like a cat in heat making this a hell of a lot easier than it should be.
I’ve been with this woman and I know how emotional she can get but this…this new.
Her sobbing every few seconds should be prodding questions in my head but I push the thoughts to the back of my head as I cup the thigh peeking from the slit of her dress.
“Christian”, she hisses but she doesn’t push me away.
I work my way up her leg, pushing all the way to her inner thigh. Her skin feels like I’m touching it for the first time. Soft, creamy and smooth for scarred hands like mine to touch.
My little nurse opens her legs for me, giving me access to her.
“I’ll make you happy, Sunshine”, I growl, finding her damp panties. “I’ll give you the world.”
I pull her panties to the side, running a finger on her already wet pussy.
She holds onto my shoulders, her face getting lost in my neck.
“P—Please”, she begs. I chuckle.
The way she reacts, the way her body gets excited at one single touch makes her look like she’s in heat.
Like she’s dying without me and that’s how I want her. Needy and begging for my touch alone.
I find her clit massaging it tenderly before I pry her folds, lining my fingers with her pussy. Wet. Soaking. Dripping for me.
Two months without a taste, little nurse. One month in a coma. Another month in an empty house without you. All torture.
“Oh God”, she moans.
I slap her pussy, going back to tease her.
“D-Don’t stop…plea—please.”
I hear the chatter behind us and grin.
Plunging two fingers inside her, I kiss her cheek and she grips my coat to the point of tearing it off of me.
My little wildcat.
“Whose pussy is this? Who does she belong to?”
Another thrust and her wetness soaks my fingers.
“Y-yours. You…You”, she moans holding back a scream.
I thrust even harder, the sounds of her cunt swallowing my fingers enough to wake the dead,
My body is shielding her from the main event. From the people…
“Harder, little nurse. Say my fucking name like you mean it.”
I hit her spot, rubbing it, stimulating her, knowing she’ll hate me after tonight.
“Y—yours. I’m…more, Oh God…I’m yours, Christian Volkov. Y-yours!”
The curtains from behind us part away.
My nurse comes so hard, she squirts.
Everyone from the party heard her, and everyone from the party sees her come apart in my arms.
These folks have always been traditional and this seals the deal. They all are witnesses.
If I touch.
If I ruin her for any other man. Because none here are man enough to rival what I claim is mine.
I marry her. That’s the law of this land.