Violet I stare at the window of the car thinking to myself that I am actually attending my husband funeral ,I can’t believe I was a murderer. In front of me are the steps to the church and next to it, and tucked a little to the side, is a small chapel, which is where the wake is being held, apparently.I toy with the wedding ring on my finger ,then cover it with my palm,It’s the last piece of Alessio and I am never letting it go . "You don’t have to do this, you know." Carlos’s voice cuts through my thoughts. I turn to find him staring at me, a concerned look on his features. "I do." I bite the inside of my cheek. "Thanks for bringing me here." "I would have come in with you…but—" "No, that’s fine." I clutch at the edges of the thin black veil that covers my face. "This is something I need to do myself." He looks as if he is about to say something, then stops himself. "Good luck," he murmurs as I push open the door of the car and step out. A gust of wind whips my hair about my

Violet Anger rolls off him in waves, and the hair on the back of my neck rises. I stare up into his blue eyes and shiver. There is no trace of the man who had fucked me. Or of the man who had married me.Who had made pancakes for breakfast for me. This man is closed up and hurting. He is furying at me . At the world. He is wounded, and not just from the physical hurt I had caused him. It’s the fact that I had run away from him. That I had taken the little bit of empathy he had begun to show me, and turned it against him. I had left him…had insulted him, had ground his ego underfoot as I had run away from him… With the help of his brother, who had also betrayed him. It probably convicts his brother doubly in his eyes.I chew the inside of my cheek, "I… I know you are angry with me Ales, but—""You know nothing." His voice is low, so hard… So harsh that a shiver runs down my spine. He is shutting down, taking any emotions that he may have once shown me and shoving them so deep down that

AlessioI lean back in the chair in my office at Venom. By rights, I should be out there in the room that my crew and I use whenever I am here. But that hit to the head did a number on me. Because I refuse to take the painkillers, the pain is a constant heaviness behind my eyes. And the last thing I want to face is the constant throb of the music that pulses through the nightclub. I bring the glass of whiskey to my lips, then hesitate. I am taking antibiotics… And the doctor had warned me not to mix alcohol with it… But f*ck that. You only live once… And right now, I need something to take refuge in. Considering I just disowned my darling wife…I had called her my whore… And that look of absolute shock, and confusion...and sadness on her face…Merda,it had almost gutted me. I tighten my grip around my glass, then bring it to my mouth and throw back the contents. The whiskey burns a path down my throat. It hits my stomach and heat explodes in my gut. Too bad it doesn’t fill the emptiness

My core clenches. My nipples bead. Shit, all I have to do is think of him and I am already dripping. Also, because that jerk had denied me my orgasm. Honestly, how dare he? If he thinks he can continue to do that to me… Well… No way, am I standing for it. He has to come to me at some point. Unless... he's f*cking someone else? I curl my fingers into fists.Still, that little encounter in the chapel had confirmed that he wants me. So why had he not escorted me back? Why had he left it to Seb to do so? TheAlessio I have come to know is so possessive, so primal in his ownership that, no way, would he have allowed anyone else to come near me, let alone hand me over to another man’s care, even if it had been only for a little while. I hunch my shoulders, stare at the horizon…Unless…what I had done to him, had really broken down the trust—tremulous as it had been—between us completely. Unless he really doesn’t consider me as his wife anymore. No, not possible. He’s not someone who would le

Alessio What in the name of theSanta Madre Mariais she doing? I look at at where she’s positioned on her knees, her fingers still clasped around my cufflinks and linked together in front of her. Her mouth is open in that perfect 'O' that invites me To bury my fingers in her hair, hold her in place as I take her in the mouth. She holds my gaze, those green eyes beseeching, pupils dilated enough, breathing ragged enough to indicate that she’s turned on.This Lady was my perfect match ,she was bossy and a total freak like me .She made me so pleasured as I watches her chest rises and fall ,her nipple pebbled against the tiny T shirt that stretches on her chest .She is so hot .The orgasm slams into me with the force of a thirteen-millimeter bullet. My balls draw up and I come, shooting my cum across her face, in her mouth, across her hair, her breasts. She licks off the white ropy strands without breaking the connection of our gaze. And f*ck me, but this woman… She is going to be the dea