74

Azira
Once they’re gone, Blaine turns to face me. “Still want me now?”
It’s a good question because what I witnessed was honestly insane, but somehow I want him more. All of that he did for me, and while he may not be able to admit his feelings in words, he just demonstrated them with actions instead. “Of course.”
He gestures for me to approach him and I run into his arms, squeezing tightly.
The fear I felt at the prospect of losing him was enough to carve my heart from my chest. “I meant it,” I murmur softly, my face buried against his chest.
“What?”
“I love you, Blaine.” I squeeze tighter and crane my neck to look at his face.
His eyes are bright with emotion, his throat bobbing. “I-I…”
I shake my head. “Don’t say anything. You don’t need to.”
He draws in a shaky breath. “You make me a better man, Azira.”
“I’m not sure that’s true. You just almost committed mass homicide for me.”
There’s a haunted look in his eyes, and I wonder what terrible deeds his past holds. A part of me is curious, but I know it’s best not to dwell on the past.
All that matters is our future.
Somehow, we defied the odds and Massimo has agreed to allow us to be together.
It hurts that Massimo is basically turning his back on me, but life unhappily married to a stranger I don’t know would have torn me to shreds, especially when my heart has already been claimed.
“Emotions and expressing them don’t come naturally to me, but I want you to know you can have all of me. Every single part belongs to you, Azira.”
Tears pool in my eyes as I rise onto my tiptoes and kiss him, knowing that I’ve never felt so happy despite the carnage our love has caused.
Mia will be ecstatic to learn that I no longer have to marry Alejandro.
“Can I borrow your cell phone?”
His brow furrows, but he passes me his cell phone without question.
I type in Mia’s cell number and it rings two times before she picks up. “Hello?”
“Mia, it’s me!”
“Azira. Oh my God, are you okay?”
“Yes, Blaine kidnapped me to get Massimo to call off the wedding.”
There’s silence on the other end, before she says. “That’s crazy, but kind of romantic.”
I laugh. “Yeah, well it worked, but I think I’m kicked out of the famiglia.”
“Not to me, you aren’t.” There’s some rustling on the other end of the phone. “Sandro is fine. It was a flesh wound.”
“I know,” I say, glancing at Blaine.
“How?”
“He told me he ensured it wasn’t fatal.”
She sighs. “So, what happens now?”
“Good question,” I say, twirling a strand of my hair around my finger. “I honestly don’t know yet.”
“Well, keep me updated. I’m at the hospital with Sandro, but you can call me anytime. After all, I’m a Callaghan now, not a Sidorov.”
I swallow hard, hoping that this doesn’t get in between us. “Right. I’ll give you a call soon.”
“You’d better had. I’ve got to go.” She cancels the call.
“Everything okay?” Bly asks.
I nod. “Yeah.” I walk back to him and place his cell phone in his hand. “I wanted to tell Mia what happened.”
“Fair enough.” He stows the phone in the pocket of his joggers. It’s surprising how sexy he looks in such casual clothes. I’m so used to seeing him in a suit.
“I like the look.”
His brow furrows. “Don’t tease, Azira.”
“I’m serious.” I place my hand on his chest. “Would you like to give me a workout, sir?”
He growls, grabbing my hand and spinning me around so my back is molded against his hard chest. “Is that what you want?” he asks, his lips close to my ear.
I wiggle my hips, grinding my ass on the hardness of his cock. “I want you, right now.”
Biting my shoulder, he presses his fingers between her thighs and groans when he discovers how soaking wet I am right now.
The crazy events that just transpired weren’t enough to douse the flames of desire. They’re more persistent than the flames of hell.
He spins me back around and lifts me off my feet in one fluid motion, carrying me toward a wall and slamming my back into it hard. “I need you now.”
Tearing my panties apart, he unzips his pants and frees his cock in a desperate fumble. And then he’s inside of me.
I gasp, as he’s unstoppable right now. Eyes glazed with a desire that both scares and excites me.
“It feels like I’ve been dying these past five days without your heavenly cunt.”
I moan, my head resting back on the cold metal wall behind me. “Fuck me, master.”
He bites my collarbone so hard, I scream as he draws blood.
“That’s it. Scream for me while I devour you.” He licks the cut he inflicted. “After all, you’re being ravaged by a monster.”
I draw in a deep breath. “And I fucking love it.”
He groans, thrusting in and out of me with harder strokes. His muscles straining as he keeps me pinned against the wall.
“Fuck,” I cry, the thoughts in my mind turning into a muddled jumble as everything goes quiet.
His powerful arms lift me up and down his cock as he fucks me like an animal. There’s no playing anymore, just giving in to sheer desire. “Fuck me harder, master.”
He growls, lifting me away from the wall and carrying me to an old industrial table, perching me on the end. “Careful what you wish for.” And then he turns into the beast I love, slamming into me as if he’s trying to break me in half.
Blaine’s hazel eyes are dilated so much that there’s barely any hazel left, giving him an otherworldly appearance.
As he continues to rut into me frantically, his teeth sink into my shoulder hard. “I can’t ever get enough of you,” he breathes. And then he bites harder, enough to draw blood. “My appetite for you will never be quenched. I want you so badly I need to consume you in every way possible.”
I grip his hair hard and he doesn’t stop me. “Then do it. I can handle anything you throw at me.”
“Fuck,” he growls, plowing into me with even more force than I believed possible. Any control that he did have snaps as he becomes merciless.
“Harder,” I goad.
Blaine’s eyes flash with that sadistic delight as I bend and break for him. “Don’t tempt me.”
“No holding back.”
He nods and then he pulls out, before forcing me onto a dustsheet on the floor on my hands and knees. “Stay still for me.”
I glance over my shoulder to see him crouched behind me, his cock positioned at my entrance. And then he bears his weight down on me and slams into me.
A silent scream escapes my lips as the position pushes him so deep I can feel him against my cervix. Right now I don’t know where he starts and I end, and I want to stay like this forever.
“Keep going,” I pant.
He groans and then fucks me just like that, each thrust painful and yet exquisite. “Fuck, I think I’m going to”
I feel Blaine’s hands wrap around my throat and he’s choking me, which only thrusts me over the edge with more force.
“Come on your master’s cock like the dirty little pain slut you are,” he roars.
Every muscle in my body contracts with the force of the orgasm, and I can’t even register what kind of sounds I make as I climax.
My vision becomes hazy and speckled with stars from a mix of oxygen starvation and an orgasm so intense it feels like it rips my soul from my body for a few moments.
“Shit,” he growls, as he unleashes his cum deep inside of me. We remain like that for an unmeasurable amount of time until finally we both find the strength to come apart.
Once he’s out of me, I have this clawing need to get close to him again and it seems he feels the same as he joins me on the dustsheet, wrapping an arm around me. We don’t say a word as we bathe in our post orgasm bliss, at peace in each other’s company.