Luna's Rejected Vengeful Mate
Luna’s Rejected Vengeful Mate Chapter 22

Isola, Italy

I am finally back in Italy.

It took more than a month to deal with our associates abroad. Good thing I’d found the solution to the problem, and we would continue cooperating with one of the biggest architecture companies in the United States. Our design firm in Italy was one of the most famous in our field. Besides my father and me, we had more than thirty of the best designers working with us. Our innovative ideas in renovating the old-styled buildings our associates owned created the most outstanding results worldwide.

Before returning to my pack, I had to stop in Isola-my father asked me to visit Uncle Fabrizio at his law firm to sign some documents regarding our contract renewal.

Since I arrived in Isola a day before our appointment, I chose a hotel for the evening and called my friend Lorenzo-it would be an excellent opportunity to catch up and have some drinks.

I took some time to rest before meeting with Lorenzo. It had been a long flight, and my head still buzzed with the noise of some triplets on the plane-they were about five years old and all boys, and too noisy for me and my already overloaded head.

I woke up refreshed and ready for a night of fun. I was sure I would get to meet my one-night stand again-it happened every time Lorenzo and I got together. I was always a gentleman, though, and I clarified my intentions. That way, I saved myself the trouble of the next morning’s sweet talk and fake promises of meeting again.

I was a loner, an Alpha with no intention of replaceing his mate. Mates were an Alpha’s most significant weakness and a lethal weapon for his enemies. If I ever decided to mate with anyone, I would do it only for the benefit of my pack and with no love involved.

I will never forget how my mother got kidnapped by my father’s enemy and how my father went crazy with worry. He eventually found her wounded and half-dead in an old warehouse after killing his opponent.

No, no love feelings for me, thank you.

“Oh, man, not again. You haven’t even started drinking, Massimo. And why the hell are you making decisions on my behalf? I told you a hundred times-if we ever replace our mate, we will keep her. I need a mate to have pups with, capisci? (do you understand?).” My wolf Onyx protested as always.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, wolf.” I was in no mood to fight with him -he had been grumpy and urged me to return to our pack as soon as possible, and I had no idea what had gotten into him. Since my mother called me and said that Fabrizzio had taken a she-wolf into our pack, I have been on edge with Onyx for not returning.

I entered the club and spotted Lorenzo. He was sitting in the corner, with a human girl on each side, buying them drinks. My friend was on it, and the night would be long and promising.

I could see how both ladies watched me as I walked toward them, and I smiled- I knew what they were thinking, and I was going to give it to them. Who was I to disappoint a lady, anyway?

After the introductions, Lorenzo ordered me a drink, and I took my place on the couch, drinking my whisky leisurely as one of the ladies put her fingers on my thigh and tried to seduce me. It was fun-I needed more than a mere touch to get hard and ready to f**k her.

I continued sipping my drink, my eyes closed. I leaned back on the sofa, and my head rested on the pillows, trying to clear all thoughts from my mind and enjoy the night and the lady’s courting.

Things were getting better when the Dj switched to a slow erotic song.

“Will you dance with me?” my date leaned closer to me; her heavy perfume annoyed my nostrils. Polite as I was, though, I did not refuse and took her to the dance floor. She glued herself to me, and we started dancing.

I danced with my date not far from the bar, looking around the place, and that’s when I spotted her- she was sitting on a stool at the bar, sipping her drink and laughing at something her male companion had told her.

Sensing my gaze at her, she looked toward me and smiled. And that was when I lost interest in my dance partner.

The woman at the bar stood up facing the bartender, and I couldn’t help but notice how her short dark dress exposed her long legs and round a*s. She was a beautiful 5ft 9 brunette without high heels, with a perfect figure and long, dark curly hair. Although I couldn’t see her facial features clearly, she was a classic beauty.

Excusing myself, I left my dance partner on the dance floor and walked to the bar. I was a party pooper, but I was not much into that woman.

Following my animalistic instincts, I wanted the lady at the bar under my body to do things to her, and she would never forget her experience with me.

“Drinks are on me,” I told the barman standing right next to her, my body lightly touching hers. She was human, but her scent was driving me insane.

She turned to thank me, and I lost myself in her warm almond-shaped chestnut eyes.

“Massimo.”

“Lisa.” She smiled, and her plum lips formed a heart, putting her bright white teeth on display. Boy, I wanted to f**k her right there on the spot.

“Are you here with your date?”

She smiled at the question.

“With friends.”

Plain and simple-I liked that.

“Good!”

Her smile was confident and sassy in a way. She sure knew the effect she had on men.

“Care to dance with me?”

‘Sure, why not?”

I held her in my arms back on the dance floor and gave the Dj a nod. He had that knowing smile when he changed the music to a tune more intimate than the previous one.

Dancing with Lisa was a new experience for me; she was the opposite of my previous dance partner. She put her hands around my neck and stepped closer, our bodies touching each other, but she set boundaries.

“So, are you alone, beautiful? I mean, no boyfriend around?”

“No, no boyfriend.” again, with the smile, the look in her eyes playful.

“And you came here tonight for?”

“To have fun and rest, I guess. And you?”

“I came from abroad today and stopped in Isola for business matters. Leaving tomorrow.”

“Cool!”

s**t! Was she giving me the cold shoulder?

“Do you live around here, Bella?” (beautiful)

“Si.” (yes)

I leaned closer, my breath touching her nape.

“May I k**s you?” holding her closer to me, I could feel her racing heart and smiled confidently-she was into me as well; it was not a one-sided attraction.

“What for?” her voice came out hoarse, breathless.

“Because the moment I saw you, that’s the only thing I can think of,” I g*****d and, not waiting for her permission, I captured her plum lips into a deep, passionate, dominating k**s.

Fu.ck, she tasted like candy, making my co.ck hard in an instant. I had to make her mine, and I would not take no for an answer. For the first time in a long time, I felt my stomach knot only with the thought of her naked body touching mine.

She responded with the same intensity, running her fingers through my hair, her tongue fighting for dominance with mine.

Boy, tonight will be a great night!

“Let’s leave this place.” my hand squeezed her firm butt, and she nodded. Holding my hand, we left the club. I nodded at Lorenzo on my way out, and he smiled at me, signalling that he would deal with the two women by his side. My friend was going to have a feast tonight.

“Where to?” I asked.

“Your hotel. No one follows me home.”

Fu.ck! Her sassiness did unbelievable things to me. My bulge pressed my jeans, giving me a hard time, searching for a way out, yearning to enter inside her and taste her juices.

It only took ten minutes to get to my hotel. Taking my key from the reception, I took Lisa upstairs to my room. Before the door closed, I had her pinned to the wall, devouring her lips in another k**s, a horny one.

My hands moved behind her back, unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her in her lace underwear.

“Fu.ck, you are beautiful, Cara mia,” I m****d while leaving small k****s on her collarbone. I picked her up bridal style and took her to the bedroom.

The room was stark white, huge, with a semi-circular window leading to the terrace. The king-sized bed had a canopy with sheer curtains. I laid Lisa gently on the bed, and the next moment, I freed myself of my clothes on my way to bed.

I looked at Lisa. I could see her round brea.sts and perky nip.ples through her laced bra. Her mouth was half open, and she was looking at me defiantly. I approached her and lay on top of her, kissing her wildly. My lips travelled down to her nip.ples, and I started teasing them with my tongue, slowly and excruciatingly earning m***s of passion from her.

I put my hand inside her panties and caressed her. She was wet and ready to taste. I took them down and started kissing her on her lips, breasts, and belly. I put two fingers inside her to soften the walls, preparing her core to receive my co.ck. I knelt between her thighs and put my d**k at her entrance. She was soaking wet. I pushed the head in and found resistance -Lisa was a virgin. She had fooled me. I immediately pulled my coc.k out. Lisa pulled me on top of her with force.

“I want you,” she said breathlessly. “Please don’t spoil it. Not now. You will never see me again, anyway.”

I looked at her dumbfounded -she looked like an ethereal being caught in my net through the moonlight, which illuminated the room. Despite being a virgin, she was incredibly beautiful and provocative and attracted me like a magnet.

“If you don’t fu.ck me, I will go replace someone that will,” she threatened. “Tonight, I am not going home a virgin.”

s**t! Did she really say that?

All my doubts flew out the window, and I began penetrating her with careful thrusts. She was soaking wet, and my experience helped – I knew what to do so she wouldn’t hurt too much. With just a few thrusts, I was inside her and started rocking myself in slow motion. The wetter she was, the harder my di.ck was inside her walls.

I felt her clench around my sha.ft and realised she was reaching her climax. I thrust deeper and continued to fk her hard until I felt my co.ck swelling, ready to shoot with my cm. When I ejaculated inside her womb, I realised what I had done. I f*d Lisa without taking precautions.

I rolled over her and stood up in a sudden movement.

“We didn’t use precautions. Fu.ck, Lisa, you like messing up, don’t you?” I ran my hand through my messy hair, upset.

She sat in the bed naked, her hands moving around her chest protectively.

“Don’t worry that much. I am on the pill-I am the one who decided to lose my virginity with a jerk like you, remember? And now, if you’ll excuse me, I want to get dressed and get the hell out of here,” she said with a poker face.

I realised what an a*s I was, but there was nothing I could do to take my words back. Like Lisa said before, I would not see her again. Getting dressed in a rush, I left the bedroom and, taking the key, left the room.

I was drinking at the bar downstairs when I saw Lisa rushing out of the hotel, crying.

Fu.ck.

I could not go back to that room to sleep, and I requested the receptionist to move my things to another room, a smaller one.

In the shower, I tried to erase Lisa’s teary face from my mind. I took a bottle of whisky and emptied it, hoping it would help. Exhausted from the long journey and disturbing thoughts, I slept on the couch and woke up in a bad mood the following morning. I had never felt guilty about messing with a woman like Lisa.

I dressed and left the hotel, heading for Fabrizio’s law firm. My appointment was at twelve.

I entered Fabrizio’s office ten minutes before our appointment, and he picked up his phone after the usual courtesies.

“Elisa, my child, can you bring the papers of the Azzarello family? Oh, and could you get some coffee as well? You will handle the contract as of today.”

“Who’s Elisa, uncle Fabrizio? Why is she handling our contract?” it didn’t matter to me-I was just curious as to why he gave it to someone else.

“She is my most capable associate, Massimo. She and Natalia, who went back to the United States for personal reasons, are my most capable advocates.” Fabrizio smiled proudly, and I just nodded indifferently.

The door opened, and a woman stepped in, carrying a tray with coffee. Her back was turned to me, but when I raised my eyes, she turned to serve me my coffee, and I froze.

I was face to face with Lisa, my previous night’s one stand.

“Elisa, my child, this is Massimo Azzarello, your new client,” Fabrizio’s voice sounded like a bad joke.

“Nice to meet you, sir-I am Elisa Robustelli, and I will be your advocate from today onwards.” Her voice was void of emotions, and I thought I was mistaken for a minute. The disgusted look in her eyes, though, said otherwise.

Boy, was I fuc.ked.