Mia's POV
As soon as he kicked the door shut, I felt thighs clench together and he must have too. Cause oh lord the look that he gave me, it could have both melted ice caps and made the seas dry up. Deacon hadn't even shifted a hand to touch me yet and I already felt myself becoming impossibly wet and my breathing had already began to come in ragged short breaths, my body already somehow knowing what his plans were at this moment. As much as I would like to have been able to show no emotion as his eyes met my own, I knew that my body had already betrayed me.
His eyes grew darker as lust and need filled them, while his hands began to find their way slowly underneath the bottom of my dress that had ridden so high that I'm sure you would have been able to see the black lace thongs that I had decided to wear under my clothes tonight. As they moved higher one finding it's way to resting on the outside of the black lace as he held my heated and wet core in the palm of his hand, while still holding me close to his body with his other arm.
"I hope you haven't forgotten what happened the first time that I brought you here to my room in celebration of us." He whispered in my ear as he sat my feet back to the ground. "Have you?"
"No." I managed to whisper.
"Good, because this will be nothing at all like that, or any other time that we've been in this room together. I've been gentle with you up until now, but that babygirl ends here tonight. I'm going to show you how I've been longing to take you for so long."
My breath hitched, catching in my throat, as I swallowed roughly looking at him. "Deacon..."
"Sshhh." He cooed, pushing my back tight against the door behind me. His hands caressing my thighs as he ruffled my dress up at my waist. His lips nipping at the tender skin of my neck, slowly making their way to the tops of my breasts , that were left exposed by my dress.
My mind was blank, I felt as though I was caught under water and couldn't find my way to the surface.
There was a small moment of silence just before I felt his fingers bite harshly into my hips as he hoisted me so that my legs were wrapped around his hips as his eyes locked onto mine. "I don't think you'll be needing these." He grinned devilishly as his fingers gripped the seams the lace lingerie, quickly ripping the delicate fabric. With one hand he threw them off somewhere in the room, while his other hand slid its way up the inside of my exposed thigh, stopping only after he allowed himself to take advantage of the position that he had me in, by lightly brushing the tip of his each of his fingers against my exposed pussy. Causing a breathless moan to escape past my lips at the feeling.
"Deacon. the. door. they'll. hear." I barely was able to force the words out above a whisper, as he pushed my tighter against the door, forcing my arms around his neck in a vain attempt to calm myself, before my heart beat out of my chest.
"Let them, I'm in no way going to be embarrassed to hear you screaming my name out in pleasure so loud that they can hear you." He smirked devilishly as he sunk himself fully into my body in a single smooth motion. "It's about time I get to have my wife the way I want her. Which includes me taking you as hard as I want while you're screaming loud enough that they can hear you throughout this entire building, so there is no doubt in anyone's mind that exactly who's you are and how you like it when the doors are closed."
I shook my head nervously as I felt him leave my body. "Deacon, remember the kids are here."
His smile turned larger. "Here yes, close enough to hear no." He whispered, as he slammed back into me, making my entire body lurch upwards under the force he entered me with.
"Deacon, oh god!" I cried out at the feeling, latching my fingers into his now slightly shaggy hair and pulling him down in hopes that it would take his mind off of what he had planned, but it didn't. Again and again, he harshly plunged himself deep into, causing my body to bounce even though it was pinned so tightly between himself and the door.
I fought with myself internally, trying to make myself believe that I didn't like this, but there was no way that I could deny the fact even to myself, that even though I had enjoyed the tenderness that Deacon had shown me every time before this, the way that he was making my body feel was beyond words. The way he had already made my legs begin to shake as I allowed myself to fall further and further into the awaiting arms of bliss that only he could make me feel. While finally admitting to myself after this there was no going back to the tenderness that he had shown me before, there would be no way that I would want him to take me in any other way than this from now on.
Deacon's POV
Hearing her voice call my name that way I couldn't hold back my joy. "Yeah, that's all me baby." Slamming myself into her again twice. "Can anyone else make you feel this way?"
"No! God no!" She screamed. "Deacon god don't...don't..."
"Don't what Mia?" I asked slamming into her again, watching as she threw her head back against the door, causing a loud thud in response. "What don't you want me to do?" I chided, nipping at the sweet tender skin right behind her ear, all the while pounding into her with such force and speed that I was sure that I would have to carry her down the stairs to handle business after this. Feeling her body as it jolted upwards, taking everything that I was giving her, somehow made her even more beautiful to me that she was before. Her shoulders crashing against door as her body pressed tighter into me, as she tried relentlessly to arch her back as she scream writhed between the door and myself. Her breathing growing more ragged the harder I took her. One hand grasped tightly into my hair, the other grasping and pulling at the cloth of her dress, as she tried to rid herself the the restricting cloth, in order to feel our bodies against each others.
"Don't fucking stop!! Please don't stop!!" She cried louder than I thought her voice could ever be. "Deacon, god I'm going to...you're going to make me...!" She cried out, her legs quaking harder as they tightened around my waist. "Oh god please! Deacon please!! Please!!"
"Please what?" I smirked, quickening my pace, changing the way that I held her hips so that now they were tightly pressed against mine, not allowing any space between by body and hers, but also so that they couldn't move in order to lessen the force I thrusted into her with, causing her to cry out louder, as she tried to quell her need to release.
"I'm going to cum!! Oh god, oh my god!! Deacon oh god!!!" Mia cried as her body gripped onto me everywhere she could. Her body heaving with every thrust I made. "Oh. My . God. Deacon!"
Suddenly her eyes locked onto mine as she screamed out in nothing that could be known as words, before he eyes rolled backwards and her body fell limp against me, revealing the most angelic expression of pure euphoria. With her head resting on my shoulder, I grasped her tightly as I continued for a while longer before finding my own release spilling deep into her. My mind wondered for a split second to a beautiful sight. What a beautiful sight it would be to see her with another swollen belly. Coming back to the real world my eyes welled up slightly.
"Are you okay? Why are you crying Deacon?" Mia asked softly still holding onto me tightly, while her body still shook wildly in my arms.
"Nothing baby. Just a stray thought. A wish more than anything."
"Maybe we'll both get our wish if we pray hard enough." She whispered as a tear fell from her eyes. "I want to feel the little flutters and kicks. I'd take all the sickness in the world to feel it again Deacon. I'm sorry that I'll never be able to give that to you again."
"Don't be sorry Mia. You gave me two beautiful children already. I could never ask for more. I would be a fool to ask for more than I already have. I have my wife home in my arms, two beautiful miracles for children, my family is together, and lastly, I have a Donna that will walk through fire with me. Mia, you managed to break a man as stubborn as my father into loving you. If you can do that than anything is possible." I laughed. "But right now, we need to get dressed so that we can do business together."
"I'll get my dress out of the closet." She smiled as I sat her back on her own feet. "Mia, there's a dress in the closet, in a white bag that I would like you to wear. It would mean more than I can explain if you would."
She turned and smiled the softest smile at me, as she started to walk towards the walk-in closet, her legs still shaking as she tried to balance. "Of course."
Mia's POV
I grabbed the zipper to the bag and opened it slowly. As the dress was revealed I saw the letters A and L stitched with gold thread into the back of the dress. "Deacon, this is your..."
"It was my mother's dress, yes. She was meant to wear it to my wedding, but she was unable to do so. So, today in her honor, I would like you to wear it when the man who is responsible for her death receives the punishment for his transgressions." He answered calmly as he stood at the door to the closet. "If you don't want to...."
"No, no, no, it's fitting and I'll be honored to wear it, but I would like you to do something for me then in return."
"And what would that be?" He questioned helping me with the zipper on the dress I was still wearing.
I reached into the drawer closest to my hand, removing a pair of scissors first, followed by a new pair of panties since mine were nowhere to be found suddenly. Turning to him, I held the scissors out to him. "I want you to cut my hair?"
"What?!" He exclaimed. "Why would you want to cut your hair Mia? You've told me so many times how much you love having this long hair."
"This hair reminds me of nothing but pain and hate Deacon. I want to start this life we are beginning tonight anew. Nothing holding me back, and reminding me of horrible memories."
Deacon's POV
I took in the words that she said. I closed my eyes and heard the echo of my mother's voice. When you finally find the right woman marry Deacon, start that life with her anew. Leave nothing unsettled, start with a clean slate. Leave your heartache and hate in the last life. Find a way to rid yourself of all of it. No matter how hard it may be. "Nothing to hold us back? I will more than happily cut it for you, but I only know how to cut one style Mia."
"I know." She smiled. "That's why I'm asking you."
"You're going to make father think he's seeing a ghost."
Alex's POV
We had been waiting for Mia and Deacon at this door for almost an extra twenty minutes, when I heard the click of Mia's heels as they came down the stairs.
When I turned ready to greet them with a joke of always being late, I almost fell over. I stumbled forward slightly, catching myself on my father and Axel's shoulders. The closer they came to us, the clearer it was to me that my eyes hadn't completely failed me. "Mia?"
She looked at me with the same look Mia always did, warm smile that could have lit the room and eyes that could comfort you even in death. "Is that really you Mia?"
Declan's POV
My son's outburst drew my attention to where he was focused. "Annabella?" My heart raced momentarily as I was met by a breathtaking, blushing and now unmistakably self-conscious Mia.
"Miss Anna?" I heard Axel asked in awe.
"Son, are my eyes deceiving me?"
"I did not mean to deceive with my appearance. I simply wanted to start this new life without any pain or hate holding me back." Mia smiled kindly at all of us.
I looked to my son who stood beside her. One hand holding onto the chair beside me and the other covering my heart. "My dear figlia, if my dear Annabella could meet you, she would claim you as her own the same as I have."
Mia's POV
"Thank you s...." I started as my voice faded out. "Thank you f...father." I stuttered out lightly.
"I do believe we have business to attend to." Deacon said calmly wrapping an arm around my waist tightly. "Then tomorrow we all start anew with nothing to hold us in the past."
"Lead the way my children."
As we descended the stairs into the depths of the pit, my heart could not help but to hurt. I knew who I saw coming to see, all three of them deceitful. Though one had caused more pain than the others. How do I look at the two others in the same light as the single most hurtful being that we held here?
"Which should we start with?" Deacon asked coldly.
"We start with him." I turned to Dimitri. "You do not have to go in there with us or with him. You may be relieved from this duty should you so choose to be."
"No." He responded firmly. "I just watched you bring three men almost to their knees with a memory. If you can manage that I can do this."
"Open the door." Deacon stated firmly.
"I see I finally warranted a visit from my captors." Gregory laughed as we entered the room.
Deacon entered first, followed by Dimitri.
"My enemy and my son how fitting. I take it the whore didn't make it?" He laughed. "Was it the shame of that strong body being beaten down to nothing in front of her husband or the bullet I put in her gut? Or maybe the combination of the two? Either way I do hope her last words were to curse your family name, as she writhed in pain in your arms."
"It will take more than one bullet to the gut and a far stronger man than you to put me in my grave Gregory." I countered as I stepped between Deacon and Dimitri.
"You're dead." He spat.
"No Gregory. I am not, if you see someone besides who I am than could it be that you are carrying around the guilt of taking a mother from her son in front of him?"
"I regret nothing, these bastards deserve the pain that I have given to them." He spat in response.
"Did I deserve the pain you allowed to fall upon me?" I asked. "I did nothing to your family. I only wanted to love and protect my own. If a name is all you see, after all these years, you have no place in the world moving forward. Am I wrong or do I speak out of hate?" I asked as I turned to Dimitri awaiting his response.
"You are not wrong and I cannot hear hate in your voice." He responded calmly, though visibly shaken.
Gregory looked at Dimitri, a hateful glare penetrating even me as he stared at him. "You traitorous wretch!" He shouted as he leapt from his seat. "You turn your back on me? I raised you, fed you. I..."
Deacon's POV
"You will hold your tongue in my presence!" Mia bellowed loudly sending echoes throughout the room.
Everyone who was standing with us flinched but held their position.
"You...you had me taken from my home, from my family. Forcefully leaving my two helpless babies alone. You locked me away for weeks, allowing your men to try to exploit my heart for my body. You allowed them to put their hands on me in violent ways, allowed them to try and break me not only physically but mentally as well. Demanded our empire to be handed over to you in order for you to ruin our good name."
"Nothing is yours..." He started.
"I said you would hold your tongue in my presence!" Mia bellowed again. "Or maybe you need it removed?"
I looked at Mia in shock at her statement. Would she really do it?
"I would suggest holding your tongue, Gregory." Dimitri said coldly.
The look that Dimitri earned from calling his father by his name was chilling, but he didn't utter a word. Only focused with a hateful look onto Mia.
"You put your disgusting hands on me, while you made your son kneel before you like a slave awaiting punishment. You call yourself a leader. You are nothing." She took a few steps towards him.
"Mia, no closer." Dimitri and I both said simultaneously. She held her hand up to silence us, as we looked at each other in shock.
"I'm fine. He has no power here, he's not a guest, you have no voice that matters. Do you Gregory?" She asked.
He looked at in defiance.
"On. Your. Knees." Mia demanded.
"I bow to no bitch!"
Mia stepped closer looking him in the eyes. "On your knees before I put you there." She snarled.
"I will never bow to an Italian whore!"
I watched as Mia kicked Gregory's right knee, causing him to crash to his knees. "Now onto what is going to happen to you. Tomorrow morning Sergeant Houtter will be called and I will personally turn you over to whatever authorities show up at this door for you. You will spend the rest of your days in a small windowless cell where you'll have nothing else to do than contemplate your choices in life."
I couldn't help but to allow a smile to cross my lips, as she turned and started back towards me. I nodded in agreement at her choice.
"You'll live to regret your mercy whore!" Gregory called after her. "There are worse people than me who would gladly give their lives to get their hands on you. You are the key the downfall on the Lombardi family, I and pray that I live to see the day when you both lay cold and dead at someone else's feet."