There's no escape
When fire meets fate

My hands pressed hard onto her skin as I forced her thighs apart, her naked body spread out on the bed.

Her body submitting to me, as well as her soul.

Her legs spread wide as she wriggled against the mattress. Her one hand gripping the short chain cuffs that kept her bound in place, bound and tied down, as I lifted her hips up slightly, to feed my own insatiable lust for her taste.

I loved how she tasted. I was addicted.

I was addicted and she was tied down like my own personal fucking feast. Her tight little pussy dripping for me as I breathed cold air onto her, just to see her body jerk.

My tongue stoking up her sensitive clit, her thighs shook, as well as the rest of her, and she wrapped her legs around my shoulders. Pulling me closer, driving me to continue.

So I dug my tongue inside her, sweeping it in short waves. While my hand stroked and circled and pinched her clit. I could feel the heart beat of her pussy on my tongue.

her body stuttered and she screamed my name, knowing it edged me on. Knowing I liked when she showed me how good she felt.

Her sinful moans of pleasure echoing off the ceiling and making goosebumps shutter my skin.

I loved the way her moans sounded, how her cries of pleasure made me want to flip her over and fuck her until she can no longer cum. Until her face was slick with tears and every word that left her mouth was either my name or begs to not stop.

Serina moved her hips against my face, so desperate and needy for a release. "Lorenzo please." She hummed, as I flicked my tongue inside her tight little pussy.

Her hips grinding against me as she tried to force my tongue deeper.

I released my face from her, and she sighed—but I quickly bit down on her throbbing bead of nerve and her back lifted from the sheets

"Oh god." She moaned on a whine that was high pitched and desperate. She sounded So fucking desperate for me that it made my cock twitch.

I smirked against her, while tanking my left hand, and pushing my ring and index fingers inside her cunt. The coldness of my ring on her sensitive skin made her gasp.

The sound of Her surprise Made a smirk come to my face, as I felt blood rush to my cock, and my body beg to be buried deep inside her.

Thrusting my fingers inside her, she whined. She whined so sinfully that God is better off to just forsake us.

Her head threw back as she shamefully offered herself to me like food on a fucking plate.

"Fuck." I growled, as I wrapped my arms around her hips and forced her closer.

So impossibly close

My mouth moving on her throbbing clit, driving her insane as she started to scream my name over and over.

Praising my existence.

Her hips collapsing and buckling as she begged me to cum.

Fuck I loved when she begged me.

I loved it because I knew I was the only bastard she will ever beg willingly for. The only man she'll submit so happily for.

"Lorenzo please-" she began to say, just as a pound on the door downstairs made me sit up, my eyes moving to the sound of heavy fits parading on the entrance.

Whoever was at the door—was dead.

"No. No don't stop." She cried. "Please. I'm so close." She whimpered, like she was in the palm of my hand, so loud I'm sure whoever was at the door heard how shameless she was, despite us being on the second level.

With a smirk, I pulled her back, forcing my tongue inside her and moving it along the same rhythm that her hips moved.

Her hands ripped at the chain, that was attached to the wooden canopy bed, in the room I created purposely for me to pleasure her.

Her hips shaking, as I smiled against her entrance as she hummed and squirmed. Begging for more.

"Cum for me." I demand, as I felt her practically shatter in my fucking arms. "Let me taste you." I urged, as I felt her wetness drip on my lips.

For a few seconds I forgot everything else except for how badly I wanted to taste her.

The door continued to pound in the background, but for a moment all I could hear was her voice tremble.

A loud gasp coming from her lips as she released and her taste sweetened my lips, and made her gasp for air as her chest rose insatiably.

My body moving up, I stretched over her body to reach her lips, and I kissed her, her heavy breathing mixing into the kiss.

I claimed her mouth, her body, and her fucking soul.

"Fuck." I growled, as I hovered over her. Watching her squirm on the mattress from her orgasm.

"I am going to fuck you until the only words that come out of that filthy whore mouth of yours is my name."

My hand brushing her sensitive skin, as I took the key that was hung around her neck like a necklace and uncuffed her hands from the wooden posts.

The metal still staying clasped around her wrist, as I wasn't finished fucking her yet.

"Oh but The door." She smiled, but I knew she didn't give a fuck about the door as she wrapped her small hand around my cock, and dragged her hand along it.

All while Her innocent little doe eyes stared up at me

"Don't fucking play games with me Serina, or I will  show you what all these drawers are filled with." I hissed, as I grabbed her by her neck and pushed her head down against the mattress.

"Face Fuck me with your cock, and then shove your dick in my pussy and cum." She smiled, as he took my fingers and sucked on them.

I could just imagine myself pushing her legs apart and thrusting my cock inside her. Inside the warmth and wetness of her tight little pussy. Fuck she was so tight. When I am inside her she clenches around me, and she screams and begs. She takes my cock so we'll, and I fuck her deep just like she deserves.

I could imagine how it feels when she milked my clock with her cum, and how it felt to cum so deep inside her and watch it spill out and down her fucking things.

as I grabbed her and sat her up, my dick was throbbing and I was so close to picking her up in my arms and fucking her pussy in the air like a little slut.

Her legs shaking, and I had to look away from her to contain myself.

My hands reaching into the pocket of my suit pants, I pulled out her crumpled up panties and slipped them back on her legs. "I wonder who's at the door." She hummed, her voice sweet and so innocent as if she hasn't just told me to—

God does she know what she does to me?

"When we come back to this room, I want you on your hands and knees, do you understand me sparrow?" I growled, as I picked my jacket up from the floor and threw it around her naked body.

Buttoning it up, before helping her off the high bed.

"Yes sir." She purred. "But we really should answer the door they seem angry." She laughed "who do you think it is?"

"Doesn't matter." I laughed, as I grabbed the pistol that was strapped to the side of the chest.

The black chest, filled with all the things I'm going to use to punish Serina.

"They are dead regardless." I smirked as I cocked the gun, and she laughed as she scampered along with me, following slowly after me down the stairs.

I looked back, my hand moving up as I motioned for her to come, and she did. Her body coming up, so she was brushing my back.

Fuck I can't get enough of her.

I am completely and utterly obsessed with her being.

Her hand gripped the back of my pants as she pressed her tits against my skin.

The handful of days I had alone with her, with no interruptions and no duties didn't seem like it was nearly enough.

I looked out the peep hole, a aggravated sigh coming from my lips as I threw the door open. My blissful euphoric mood dampening.

"You have 10 seconds before I kill you." I growled, as I opened the door to Marco and Rosario.
Their eyes hesitant, avoiding eye contact but both of those fucks had smirks on their faces like they found our bed messy state to be hilarious.

I was riddled with claw marks and hickeys, and even a couple teeth marks that matched serina's jaw.

She likes to bite. Like a little monster.

Serina Peeked out, like a child, a smile coming to her face as she came out from behind me and practically threw herself on them. "I HAVENT SEE YOU GUYS IN YEARS." She smirked, as I simply reached out and grabbed her back, pulling her so her back was against my chest, Her ass pressing on my cock.

The cuffs around her wrists rattled as I pulled her.

"It's be 4 days love." I hummed, as I wrapped the blazer around her body closed.  I Felt strangely more overprotective than normal.

"oh right. Sorry, this much sexy times makes me lose count if my days." She smirked, as I noticed Rosario peaking at what had rattler, a laugh piping his lips for just a moment as he realized.

"Serina." I said, as I tried to keep myself from smiling at her antics, as the boys chuckled at her inappropriate nature.

"What? It's not like they don't know how much nasty sex we have just had." She hummed.

"Are you still going to shoot us? It's been more then 10 seconds." Marco laughed finally to change the subject, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Just hurry up, what do you want? I was busy." I growled, and even though I couldn't see serina's face I knew she was probably smirking like a little fucking minx.

"Well, let me tell you, loved the ceremony, very sexy, but The reception was kinda awkward as I'm pretty sure you guys were supposed to be there." Rosario laughed. "But anywho, those asshats on the Accardi payroll are here."

"Here?" I Said, with my voice laced with annoyance as I gripped Serina a little tighter.

"Well not here- not like on the property, but close. They want to speak to you two. They Seemed kind of...intense." Rosario spoke, and Marco just rolled his eyes at how unserious Rosario was at the worst of times.

"Why won't they just leave me the fuck alone." Serina growled "Lorenzo since your my husband, aren't you like their new master can't you just tell them to pack it up and move on? To sit and stay?"

"It doesn't exactly work like that my love." I said, halfway in thought. "It is a lot more political then that."

I knew our marriage would cause the ground to shake, but I wish I had more time with her before it started to split open entirely.

But the world could collapse in on itself, and still the only thing that would matter is that she was mine.

Despite how right this world was for her, I hated that there were some things in it that I couldn't protect her from.

"Call more men. More security. I want this house fucking surrounded. None of those Russian bastards come in until I say so." I growled, as I quickly grabbed Serinas under the legs, she squealed, but it mixed with the sound of me slamming the door.

"Lorenzo!" She screamed in protest as I walked us up the stairs and past the red walled room we had been in before and walked her to our bedroom, setting her down on the bed as I quickly walked into the closet and ripped a dress from a hanger.

"I can't promise that today will work out in our favour." I said, trying to explain the situation to her, because I could tell from her face she wasn't sure her to respond.

"I don't care about being there little show pony Lorenzo." She growled as she sat up form the position I placed her in. "I don't need it to work out in our favour. I don't want anything that has anything to do with—" she continued but stopped before she could say Thomas' name.

Her eyes shifting slightly, leaving me for a moment.
I doubt she'd admit it outloud, not because she denied it, but every Once In a while She tossed in her sleep. Screamed while in a dream.

Stared off into nothing, memories playing in her eyes.

She would fumble with her wrist, the wrist that Satan had fractured when he attacked her on her own fathers orders.

I cringed at the thought, my stomach tightening, my body overcoming with the need to touch her.

"I know." I said, as I moved to her and before I could react she buried herself in my chest. 

"Why doesn't the universe let us be together in peace?" She whispered, as she set her ear against my heart while standing on her tip toes.

I don't know. I wish I knew.

"I don't care if the universe dams us sparrow. All I know is that I won't ever live without you." I answered, as I squeezed her a little tighter in my arms.

My life was rooted so heavily in hers that I doubt I'd be anything at all if she was—

Fuck I don't even want to think of the possibility of it.

"Just promise you won't let them take me." She whispered. She always make me promise this. she knows I would never let that happen. But I also knew she was terrified of the possibility that I would.

Fuck.

I clenched my teeth together, feeling my body tightening.

Her head lifting up so she could see me, her eyes scanning my face. She could tell I was angry now, not at her, never at her, but at both myself and fate.

"I love you," she cooed, "and I know you won't let anything happen to me, just as I won't let anything happen to you."

I wish it was a simple as that. I wish I could shield her from everything.

I sometimes wish we were anyone else.
That we had different lives. Like I was just a man and she was just a woman, who met in a world that wasn't this one.

"I love you." I answered, as I finally looked down back into her eyes.

Her stunning mesmerizing eyes.

"I know." She smiled, as she brought her hand up to trace my jawline with her fingers.

•••

Serina POV

personally I hated Russia.

Even now, knowing it is in my blood. Knowing my family came from its reaches. I still couldn't help but hate it.

Not the beautiful parts of course. Not the parts that were unscarred from the claws of this life.
Not the parts of bliss that the mundane people were so lucky to enjoy.

But the part Thomas'  claim had poisoned and left stricken with ash.

I knew his men would eventually make their way to us, that It wouldn't be that easy for them to accept that I actually am capable of making my own decisions as a woman.

That I can actually marry someone I love, not just because of their misogynistic 1500's bullshit rules saying I have to have a man to make all the decisions for me.

They sat in front of Lorenzo and me, as we sat at his desk. there where three men, two were old and creepy, one was more Lorenzos age.

He didn't seem like he particularly was listening, eyes staring more behind us that at us.

His eyes seeming to look more at Marco and Rosario who stood guarding our backs.

And he leaked with familiarity.

Everyone was speaking, Lorenzo and the two older men communicating practically in a different language to each other as I listened quietly.

"You expect us to just accept this?" A man growled while pointing at me and Lorenzo, his hair whitening and his eyes a crystal blue.

"Yes." Lorenzo answered calmly, even though I knew that Inside he was burning with anger. His grip on me tightening as I sat on his lap.

The younger man seemed to snap back into attention, his eyes moving to mine.

His eyes were green, and deep. Despite our current situation they were calm.

What is someone like you doing in a place like this?

"She killed Satan. She shouldn't even have the title after that."one of the older men spoke, his eyes snapping to me.

"Well technically the knife killed him." I smirked. "And while the topic of murderers is on the table, Satan did kill Thomas; your once upon a time dick sucking overlord."

"Well that is a different conversation entirely." The other grey haired man cut in.

"Why because he's a man?" I asked, already knowing I was right.

"No." He denied.

"Then what?" I smirked

"Satan was—"

"A asshole?" my response made the room silent.

"No—"

"A pussy?" I answered again.

"No-" the man's anger only growing.

"A piece of actual human garbage?" I finalized, and watched the man's eye twitch. God I loved being me.

The younger man smiled lowly, amused by my tactics.

The other two snarled at me like my very existence was disrespectful.

Lorenzo face was still, emotionless, but his finger gripped my thigh in approval Of my words.

And I heard Marco and Rosario laugh under their breath.

So, with a smile and a tap of my nails on the desk I said. "I don't care about your approval of my husband, because I do not need it." I snarled right back, my eyes glassing over. "I am your Dona, and I made him your Don. Live with it or don't."

The blue eyed bastard laughed lowly, and adjusted his blazer and looked at the ground. "You speak pretty confidently now with Lorenzo behind you." He said, as he threw a photo onto the table.

"But we don't forgot how you acted when you were bruising your knees for Satan." He smirked, as Lorenzo reached forward and picked the rectangular glossy photo from the desk.

I was hesitant to bring my eyes to it, because I could already tell what it was a photo of. I could tell by how Lorenzos body hardened like stone and how Marco and Rosario adverted their eyes and blew out hot air.

But, I did bring my eyes to it eventually. The shiny sinful photo.

It was exactly what I knew it was going to be.

It was me, on my knees before Satan. I looked at how My eyes were shut with tears as Satan had me pinned against the wall as he fucked my mouth.

When he killed Thomas and told me he'd hurt Marco and Lorenzo—that he'd rape me senseless it I failed to comply.

I stared at picture, for just a moment, and honestly I tried to feel something while I looked at it. But it was like a switch had been flipped off.

Despite Lorenzo hold on me, I no longer could look into his eyes. Not now.

Lorenzo knew about it, I'd told him long ago, but I think he tried to forget the idea of it. I think I tried to do the same.

Suddenly I didn't feel playful anymore, I didn't feel like joking or being a little cunt.

So I tore my eyes from the paper,
As Lorenzo set it down onto the desk with a clenched hand.

"You are right." I answered as I now stared at the men before me.

Lorenzo was shaking with anger against me. But he still didn't say a word.

Oh no, god how could I have let Satan...

"But I am not the same woman I was when this was taken." I continued as I looked down at the picture for a second. As my insides burned and for a moment all I felt like doing was screaming.

"As far as we are concerned, you are still a little fucking whore" one smirked, a smug and unforgettable look of confidence leaking from his figure.

He spoke this way because he felt like he was untouchable.

And I felt Lorenzo reach for his gun, but I placed my hand over his and stopped him. My hand shaking slightly.

The air in the room was different know. Different from before.

"You should watch how to speak to her—"
Marco cut in, But silenced when Lorenzo raised his hand.

I let out a small sigh, as I tilted my head and sat up from my position.

The younger man looked at me, eyes questioning me, curious. Like he truly wanted to know what I'd do.

"Say it again." I whispered.

"Pardon?"

"What you just said." I clarified "say it again."

He of course said nothing, eyes shifting with confusion, as he looked to his friends who was just as silent as he was.

"I want to make sure I heard you correctly, give you a chance to justify yourself before I rip out your tongue." I said, as I thought back to every memory I had of being trapped in Satan's Hellhole as his little fucking wife.

"Now Serina..." he tried to say, voice condescending and draft.

"You may call me Mrs.Deluca." I hissed, and I watched their eyes widen slightly.

The younger man smirked as he sank down in His chair, his eyes reflecting a type of approval.

He looked as if he hated the men he sat beside just as much as I did.

"I may not be the same woman I used to be, but truthfully..." I smiled as I removed my hand that was suppressing Lorenzo from aiming the gun up. "I'm glad I'm not." I smirked, as Lorenzo raised the gun, and let out shots.

One. Two...

"Not him." I smirked, trying to suppress how perfecting insane I felt as I looked at the young man who had his hands raised as Lorenzo aimed the gun right at his head.

The blood of the men he came with splattered over him.

"Not him." I repeated, as I once again looked into his eyes,

Replaying another memory in my mind before I said

"How did you know Kingston?" I asked, as I thought about a photo I had seen once on the screen saver of Kingston's burner phone just before he died.

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