The Twelve Vitali Ch. 00

"I doubt you could satisfy a woman like me," Nik said, easing her bikini bottoms down her thighs. "I'm willing to give you a chance to fail though," she sneered, knowing that she had him hook line and sinker now.

Matteo took in the object of his desire, his eyes raking down her body and over the small manicured patch of pubic hair in the shape of a love heart. She remained amazed at the effect this had on a man, and, as she watched Matteo, she saw his cock rise just a little. Despite her arousal and need to be touched, Nik was determined to maintain the upper hand.

"Are you sure you know what to do, stud?" she shot at him as he put his hands behind her knees and lifted them. Now he had a clearer view of her pussy and could see it already glistened with moisture. He placed her legs on his shoulders and lowered his head toward her pussy. He smelt her sex, and this aroused him further.

"I'll show you just how good I am at everything I do, you little slut!" he growled as he brought his lips to one soft inner thigh and then the other.

Matteo continued this for some time. Kissing and nibbling her inner thighs and the edges of her pussy without making any deep movements to ease her need. He was well aware of the effect this teasing would have, and he was right. Nik's breathing became slower as she struggled to contain the sensations he was arousing in her. Nik was compromised. She was desperately wanting satisfaction but knew her arousal placed her at his mercy. The control she had gained would be gone if she couldn't get a grip on herself.

In the end, Nik's body took the decision out of her hands. When she moved her hands to his head and gently pushed him forward, it was clear to both of them that she had surrendered. Matteo had gained the advantage on this battlefield.

Knowing full well the effect he was having on her, Matteo redirected his attention and ran his lips and tongue up and down her slit, nibbling at each soft plump side. Nik pressed with more force upon his head. He knew what she wanted, but he was determined to deny her the pleasure of his tongue on her clit, which sat swollen and wet at the top of her slit being tormented by the barely-there touch of his tongue.

Playing with a women's pussy always aroused him, and he felt his cock begin to harden again. He slipped a finger inside her, and then just as quickly withdrew it. He repeated this a number of times. Nick whined with her need and desire, trying to pull him closer still. She had completely surrendered all pretence of being the one in control and let out a long soft moan. Matteo knew he could make her cum easily, but he delighted in continuing to tease her, wanting to make her beg for him.

His cock was hardening to full capacity again, so he didn't wait for her begging words and accepted the begging movements of her body as a clear enough sign that he was in control of this fuck. He moved his attention directly to her aching clitoris and plunged two fingers into her hole. He was pleased to feel her tightness around the probing digits, and his desire for her almost undid him.

The moment he touched her clit she felt her body jerk and quiver in response. She knew she was building to an incredible orgasm and moaned loudly while grinding herself into his mouth and tongue. When he flattened his tongue and rotated it upon her clit, the floodgates opened, and a wave after intense wave of ecstasy rolled over her.

Matteo heard her loud moan and felt her quivering thighs around his ears as her pussy began to contract around his fingers. He wanted to fuck her badly but allowed her to ride out the moment. As the contractions began to subside he stood and allowed himself to indulge in a small moment of triumph. When she had her mouth wrapped around his cock, she had briefly taken control, but now he was the man in charge, once again.

"Satisfying enough for you?" he asked smugly, as he held her ankles keeping her legs spread wide and her body in the same vulnerable position.

Nik, still coming down from her intense orgasm, could not speak at first, but was cut by his remark and the look on Matteo's face. She summoned her strength to deliver a hurtful barb.

"You like being on your knees before a woman, don't you? You're just another submissive fuck masquerading as a real man. You fucker!"

Matteo couldn't care less what she threw at him now. He climbed onto the sun lounge between her legs keeping a tight hold on her ankles. Lifting his arms, he pushed her knees toward her chest. His cock was rock hard again and lust blinded him. Looking down at the inviting body that lay beneath him ripe for the taking, he didn't see the ice princess that he should treat like a lady, he saw a foul-mouthed little slut who needed to be reminded of her place with him.

"Yeah, and now I'm going to fuck like the real slut you are," he replied.

Nik didn't reply. She had her eyes on his cock, and she again thought it was considerably larger than any she'd seen this close; the truth was she hadn't slept with many men. Teased, flirted and cajoled, certainly, but she had rarely been in a situation she couldn't control and back out of once she'd had her fun. The sight did not frighten her in any way. She knew she was wet and she welcomed having her pussy filled. At this moment she desired Matteo as much as he did her, and it was a strange and unsettling feeling for her.

Matteo didn't hesitate. He pushed Nik's legs right back until they rested beside her breasts, completely exposing her pussy to his cock. He took up a position with his vertical arms outside her thighs and inside her calves, effectively pinning her in the position he desired. Remaining in this position would not be a problem given his upper body strength. It was his favourite, allowing him a feeling of dominance and a view of his lover's entire body. Without any warning for her, Matteo dropped his hips and pushed his shaft into her warm wet hole.

The orgasm that he had given her ensured she was well lubricated and welcomed the feeling of him filling her tight pussy. In fact, he revelled in how tight she was. When he was halfway inside her he withdrew before pushing forward again to embed himself entirely, his balls resting on her upturned ass. Then, just as he had promised, he began to fuck her hard and fast like the slut he now knew her to be.

Nik would have liked a little more time to allow her to accommodate his girth. She clenched her teeth and threw her head to the side trying to deny him seeing she was in any way feeling discomfort as Matteo continued to piston into her without mercy. She was not about to lie there passively. She schooled her features as much as she could and looked up at him with what she hoped was bored eyes. As far as she was concerned, they were still fighting, and she needed to at least gain parity. She grabbed hold of his arms and began to fuck him back, pushing her hips up to meet his downward thrusts. The result was a loud slapping sound as his hips hit her ass.

Matteo had never fucked a woman like the one who now bucked and writhed to fuck him back. Matteo's last girlfriend had not enjoyed being pinned in this position. She likened it to being raped and had remained passive throughout. Unwittingly, she had prolonged her discomfort, because Nik's efforts to fuck him back aroused Matteo even more. He felt the cum beginning to rise from his balls.

Nik saw the grimace spread over his face and once again recognised the signs. She was determined she would not allow him to cum alone. She closed her eyes, continued to buck her hips and willed the sensations of her orgasm to rise again to new heights.

The noise and smell of sex filled the air around them. Eventually Matteo couldn't hold off any longer. He buried himself one final time, deep inside his slut. As he did so, Nik achieved what she had been desperately striving for. Matteo felt her pussy grip his cock again and again as they came together, staring into each other's eyes, still challenging each other.

Matteo moved his arms free of her legs. Her legs flopped down and he collapsed on top of her on the narrow sun lounge, still buried deep inside of her. He felt her soft breasts pressing into his lower chest, their groin's meshed together and her soft legs on the outside of his well-muscled thighs. He revelled in feeling a women's body beneath him as he basked in the afterglow of good sex.

Nik groaned and bucked, trying to push him off her as she found him suffocating her with his dead weight. He quickly raised himself and moved to a sitting position and smirked at her.

"You want more so soon, even Superman couldn't do that, perhaps if you'd like to clean my cock of the mess you made, I could go another round," he offered, reliving the vision of her beautiful lips wrapped around his cock and the feeling of being deep throated.

"You're a depraved bastard!" she levelled a new round of insults at him. "You practically raped me just then and expected me to beg you for more?"

"You can't call it rape when you fucked me right back! You loved it, you nasty slut! Taking me down your throat and fucking back at me hard!" He accused, bringing his own arsenal of insults to the battleground.

"Bullshit, I hated every minute of it," Nik replied without conviction, becoming aware she continued to lie naked, legs parted, beside him.

"Your body begs to differ," he ran a finger from her wet pussy up over her still hard nipples. What are you going to do? Tell everybody that I fucked your brains out? Go on then, away you go. See how you get on. See where that leaves you? I can tell you where, in a white gown in front of a priest with both our parents looking very happy."

'The bastard!' she thought. She knew Matteo was right. There was no way she could tell anyone what had just occurred without completely fucking up her plans for her life. She swung her legs around and sat up, leaning against the backrest, hating the fact that he'd won this particular battle. She reached across and squeezed his now flaccid cock, a punishment for that humiliation. He replied by thrusting a hand between her legs and pressing it into her still puffy, lips. They looked each other hard in the eye without a word knowing that this battle was far from over.

Matteo groaned as his fist slowed the rapid movements that had sent cum arcing up onto his chest. That first time had only been the tip of the iceberg. As Nik had reminded him on that last day, the sex between them had always been amazing. He walked to the bathroom planning on having a quick shower before his brother arrived. His mind focused in on that last conversation, his proposal, as well as her final words that had pulled his heart from his chest as a dark mood settled over him.

"You don't honestly think I will ever be a table wife?" Nik had said scathingly of his proposal. "You think I will just give up my life for bare feet and pregnancy like a broodmare. I'm better than that, and you know it. Trust me, I have other plans, and they never included you. Don't get me wrong, this has been fun, but seriously? Me? Married to you?" he had been devastated and hadn't bothered to hide it as he silently took the bullets her words felt like.

"Aw, that's sweet, you thought this was love," Nik had sneered. "You're a diversion, Matt, to appease my parents and brothers. That's all. You can't give me what I want or need, well, maybe one thing I need," she gave him a lascivious grin and eyed his crotch. "I don't suppose you'd want one last fuck for the road," she laughed as if the proposal and their obvious breakup were a joke to her. He had been mortified and turned and walked away, dismissing her from his thoughts and his life.

She'd raged at him. No one, it seemed, turned their back on Veronica Donati. He hadn't seen what his brothers had seen in her, but he saw it at that moment. She was a selfish, spoilt Princess, and she was used to doing what she wanted and having everyone accept that as her right. She was livid that after such a humiliating experience that he wouldn't just jump back into bed with her and act like the love-starved puppy he had been for the months prior.

He'd gone for a long walk, licking his wounds, and when he'd come back she was gone. He'd stayed in the country, not wanting to return to Melbourne while she was in town. That was years ago now, but it still stung, the whole ugly scene. His brothers not so subtle "I told you so's" and the gaping wound in his heart where his mother's betrayal, which had festered for years, became a burning ulcer of pain as Veronica opened the old wounds he had buried as deeply as he could. The sad fact was that he was unlovable.

She was dead now, though he couldn't quite believe it. Nor could he believe the circumstances surrounding her death and how she had died. He'd gone to the memorial and hung around for the New Year's Eve Celebrations but had never asked or known the real story behind it all. Despite losing so much, the Donati's were resilient. They'd had to be to accept Veronica's betrayal of everything they stood for and believed in. She had hurt so many people that his own heartache paled in comparison.

Love was no longer a commodity he dealt in. He didn't need the love of a woman, what he needed was the respect and warm friendship of a business partnership. He'd thrown himself into work, and, while he had visited other tables, he couldn't imagine any of the women he met wanting the partnership he would be offering in return for a life tied to old-world family laws and restrictions. His family, like the Donati's, held to tradition, perhaps not quite as closely as the Donati's had, but in this modern world most of the family laws would seem archaic to an outsider.

He considered the Kept, but knew that a woman didn't choose that life unless they had a dark past. Most were runaways, addicts, hookers, criminals, and some few who sought it out, but their attitudes were ones of pure submission that bordered on masochism, and that was not what he wanted in a partner. Although it would make life easier for him, he guessed. He considered the problem as he sipped his second cup of morning coffee and waited for his brothers to arrive.

*****

"You what?" Matteo stared at his brother.

"I want to know what happened to you and Nik," Jacobi said in the face of his brother's obvious anger. "We never asked when she arrived back in the city without you and started partying hard with her bratty friends. It obviously was a brutal break-up by your reaction, but I want to know what happened."

"She used me, Cobi, as a distraction so her parents would think she was toeing the family line. She was nothing but a bitch who used everyone she came in contact with for what she needed, then discarded them without a backwards glance," Matt said through gritted teeth. "You know what she did to her own family; I was just a means to an end. I suppose I should feel lucky that I got out alive."

"Maryanne thinks you're avoiding her," Jacobi came to the point of his question. "She's not like Nik, Matt. You can trust me on that."

"I know she's not. She loves you, she's committed to you, and she's great, with the whole family," he said, knowing that he had been avoiding her for a lot of stupid reasons.

"She doesn't want you to think she in any way condoned what Nik did in any way. She admitted she said some cruel things to you when her parents died and that you won't let her apologise." Jacobi said with a large sigh. "I miss you, I want you around, and she blames herself for your absence."

"Spoilt Donati's Princesses. It's got nothing to do with her, but let's make it all about her anyway, shall we," Matt grumbled, shaking his head and immediately regretted his words.

"You know that's not how it is," Ricco mediated. It was why he was here after all. To protect his twin from his older brother's rage. "She's a good woman, Matt, and she's desperate to prove she's not like her sister. She wouldn't hurt a fly, and she does so much for other people. Yes, she's a princess, but she'd never purposely hurt someone like you just did."

"Fine, I'll go see her when I come back to the city. She's got nothing to apologise for, everything she said had some truth to it. We all should have seen what was happening to Nik but chose to ignore it." He ran his hands through his hair.

"Nik really did a number on you, didn't she?" Jacobi asked, regretting having started this conversation.

"No more than every other woman in my life," Matt admitted, then, seeing his brother about to argue the point, held up his hand. "Sisters don't count."

Jacobi shot a glance at Ricco. Both were too young at the time to understand what had happened when their mother and brother died. They knew that Matteo lived with the memory of that day though, even though he would deny it if they brought it up. Perhaps it was time to get to the truth of what had happened.

"Give Maryanne a chance, Matt. She's not nearly as spoilt as you might think. She just wants us all to be close, and she feels like there is a wedge between you and her because of Nik," Jacobi explained. "She's finding it really hard to live down the legacy her sister left her with, and her brothers are so busy she's barely seen them in the last year. I've asked Josh if he and Dante can bring Peri down for a visit, which should help, but if you can make an effort, I'd appreciate it."

"Okay," he nodded. "It's been too long since I spent some time with D. I'll call him and put on some added pressure if you call Josh," he offered. For as much as he disliked the Donati women, he loved the Donati men, and counted Dante, and, until his death, Lio, as two of his closest friends. The family were still putting their lives back together after the devastation of the attack that claimed the life of their parents. It might be good for them to have a few days away from the chaos.

"They can have this place for a few days, it's big enough for them and all of our family if need be," Matteo said, acknowledging that he had planned for this to be a family home for him and Nik. "I think it will do me as much good as it will do Maryanne to see them all again." He paused and looked at them both. "I'm sorry. I'll try harder to make an effort. I guess I have just let work take over for the last year or two and forgotten to enjoy just hanging with you guys," Matteo admitted.

*****

Jacobi hung up his phone and shook his head. The woman was a force of nature that he couldn't help but stand in the path of. He checked his watch and groaned. Then he picked up his phone and did as the force of nature had asked.

"Did I just hear the sound of a whip cracking?" Matteo asked, walking into the office and regarding his younger brother.

"How do you feel about taking the tub out for a run this afternoon?" Jacobi asked.

"I can't go, but help yourself," Matteo said. "Are you both going?" he turned to regard the mirror image of Jacobi who sat across the room at a matching desk.

"Yeah, I'll probably tag along; Uncle Frankie has said he'd wanted to meet with Maryanne and Vanessa about some artist or another that he knows. I'm curious, to tell you the truth. It's not like Frankie is the most cultured person or someone I'd expect to have contacts in the art world," Ricco mused. "Besides, I wouldn't mind an afternoon of sea and sun rather than pencil pushing here."

"How's the new project looking?" Jacobi asked. "I know Frankie's going to ask about it."

"We broke ground two weeks ago and have had good weather ever since, so we're ahead of schedule. We should get the Donati's to bring some of the Sunshine State weather with them more often. It's been unusual to have an unbroken fortnight for the construction guys," Matteo chuckled. He had enjoyed the time he had managed to spend with Josh and Dante. He even liked Peri, but then she hadn't been born into the Donati family, so she didn't have those imperious princess's family traits.