As soon as we arrived at her apartment, she wasted no time in spinning me around and crashing her mouth down on mine, dominating me with a hot kiss. I tangled my fingers into her hair, desperately pulling her closer towards me, not able to get her close enough.
I needed more.
More. More. More.
She panted profusely as she furiously unbuckled my jeans, allowing them to fall to the floor, as I pulled her dress down and allowed myself to feel her soft, sexy skin. She pulled my shirt over my head, and I took a few steps back to drink in the view. She was fucking ravishing, and she full well knew it. Her tits looked like they were about an F cup, and her ass was so fat, round and bouncy, it was pushing me over the brink. I didn't want to waste any more time.
I slammed my mouth back down on hers, kissing her roughly, my tongue playing with hers in a fury, my stubble grazing her skin as my fingers travelled down the arch of her back to her ass, slapping it hard, one time, two times, three times…
Leaving her stinging with the repetitive motion as she moaned and whimpered against my mouth.
I tore off her lacy bra and knickers with my teeth as I threw her backwards onto the bed, but left her fuck-me heels on, because they were quite the turn-on.
"What's your name?" she rasped, as I flipped her over and slapped her ass again, lowering my body onto hers as I started playing with her clit in a circular motion.
I chuckled, amused, my pupils dilating as she completely submitted to me. "My name isn't any of your concern, darling."
I grabbed hold of my twitching cock, rubbing it up and down, readying myself for what was about to come. And then I plunged myself inside of her, as she began coming apart and screaming relentlessly.
"Fuck…" she moaned, as I fucked her faster, harder, deeper, rubbing my hands up and down her ass, supporting myself with every thrust.
"You BASTARD!" came a voice.
I turned around in horror, pushing the woman aside, wondering where the hell the voice was coming from, and why the hell anybody else was in here. She jumped up, covering herself with her bedsheets desperately. I slowly moved my body anti-clockwise, and felt my jaw drop, as I saw Fizz and Evelina both standing there in plain sight.
"Fuck!" I roared.
I grabbed hold of my boxers and jeans, frustratingly throwing them on, and the woman ran out of the room, eaten alive with shame and embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, bro…" Fizz mumbled. "I tried to stop her coming, but she rang me and she was so angry…"
I folded my arms uneasily, as my eyes burned into Evelina's. The woman I was supposed to love, the woman I was supposed to commit to, provide for. Yet I felt nothing for. Her eyes welled with tears as she stared at me, balling her hands into fists, absolutely disgusted at the sight of me. The eyes that were once filled with so much respect for me, were now replaced with…
Darkness.
"How could you?" she hissed through gritted teeth, seething, her cheeks burning red. "HOW FUCKING COULD YOU?!"
"Spare me the self-righteous bullshit," I sneered. "You know full well I've been fucking whores for God knows long. If you cared so much you could've gone and let yourself get fucked by other men too, fill the void."
My face remained expressionless.
"You bastard," she said coldly, trembling, her voice dropping to barely below a whisper. "I knew, but I wanted to see it with my own eyes. I was loyal to you because I thought you were going to change. I thought you felt something for me, the way you came home to me, day-by-day, no matter how many women you'd seen earlier. I thought I meant something to you."
"Well you thought wrong," I snarled. "I haven't got time for this shit. Leave me alone, Evelina."
"WHAT HAVEN'T I DONE FOR YOU, LUCA?!" she screamed hysterically, tears falling down from her cheeks and pit-pattering on the floor in tiny little droplets. "WHAT HAS SHE GOT THAT I HAVEN'T? I'M TWICE THE WOMAN THESE WHORES ARE, AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME. SHITTING ON MY EFFORTS LIKE THEY'RE NOTHING!"
Fizz let out a sigh, turning on his heel, leaving us two to have the privacy that we needed. I felt my insides burn with shame.
"I cook for you, I clean for you, I do everything for you, Luca…" Evelina sobbed. "Why isn't that enough for you? What is it that makes you not want me? Makes you not love me? What am I doing so wrong?"
She trailed off her sentence, sniffing, feeling utterly and completely defeated. I continued to stare at her, the guilt eating me alive.
"I'm a monster, Evelina…" I said softly. "Never claimed to be any different. Me being harsh to you, distant towards you. It saves you from me. Saves you from getting hurt. Saves me from dragging you straight to hell with me when I'm gone."
Evelina's eyes continued to well with tears, as she listened to my revelation. Listened to the harsh and bitter truth.
"I'm no good for you. I've never loved you Evelina, never have, never will. You deserve better than me. Maybe the least selfish thing I can do is set you free now that my Pops is dead. I know you're not happy with me. I know this isn't what you want."
"No, please…" Evelina pleaded, weeping. "Please don't do this, Luca. We're good together. Good for the family. We can learn to love each other, whatever it takes…"
"It's a dangerous world, Evelina, and you're not ready to step up to the mark," I stated matter-of-factly. "Now that my Pops is dead, you don't owe me anything anymore. Don't owe anything to the family. Don't have to stay with me. For fuck's sake, save yourself while you still can. Before something happens to me, and you end up dead from being caught in the crossfire."
Evelina took steps closer to me, her tear-filled eyes now replaced with something different. With a void. With anger.
Hurt.
Betrayal.
This was what I did to the people who loved me. To the people who got close to me.
I destroyed them.
"You bastard," she whispered coldly, slapping me hard across the face. "You deserve everything that's coming to you. You killed your father. Don't you ever fucking forget that. A man like your father dead, and a monster like you alive… It isn't right. It isn't fucking right."
I screwed my face, burning. Feeling utterly and completely at loss.
"I've been dancing with the devil for too long, and in the end, I got burned," Evelina mourned. "You had your chance with me, Luca. You're going to die alone. Die miserable. Die with nobody loving you. You push everyone away. Ruin every good thing that happens to you. I'm going to find a man who treats me right, loves me for who I am. Doesn't expect me to conform to a world I know nothing about. Doesn't treat me like a cheap whore, or sleeps with other women, while claiming to want to be with me."
She turned on her heel, making her way out of the room, her eyes bloodshot, her face swollen. She stopped at the door, and turned around for a split moment, looking at me dead in my eyes.
"One day, you're going to fall in love with a woman, and she's not gonna love you back. And you'll realize that no amount of money and pittance you have to offer is ever going to make her feel the same way about you," Evelina murmured. "How can anybody love you? How can anybody love such a pathetic excuse for a man? You deserve to die."
And then she walked away, leaving me dithering in her wake.
Knowing that she was telling the truth.
Knowing that she was right.
Knowing that she meant every.
Single.
Word.