Page 12 of Sacred Vow

Amergio smiled, looking pleased. “May I serve you, Mrs. Vitale? I glanced at Romeo, wondering if he had a problem with this but he held a glimmer of humor watching the handsome but awkward young man work the delicate tongs between the thinly sliced meats. My eyes narrowed.

“Thank you, Amergio, but I am more than capable.” He bowed and left the table. Idly I placed the tongs down. Romeo picked them up and with quick precision chose three items for me, placing them on my plate.

At one time, the Calogerà family had been as strong as the Vitales, but the former Don had seized much of my father’s territory, crippling his profits, and his increased absences over the last ten years had only whittled his standing away. Now he was seen as one of the weakest Dons and I, his wayward daughter. The true princes of our world had no interest in marrying into such a family. That left only made men and petty criminals who didn’t care about who I really was and only wanted keys to a crumbling empire. The very keys my father had presumably given to Romeo along with me.

A burst of laughter at a table where the brothers sat drew my attention. I lifted my glass to them. “Salute.” They noticed me watching and raised their glasses in unison. Romeo stiffened beside me once again. Did he not like the attention his brothers were paying me?

As he seemed more interested in silent communication with his brothers, I went back to my thoughts about my father. He had to get rid of me somehow, but after nearly ten years of failed matches, I’d hoped he’d given up. I had no idea what Romeo could have possibly gotten out of the deal. More power, presumably, although the Calogerà‘s empire was nothing compared to what the Vitales had. Still, whatever my father offered Romeo must have outweighed the inconvenience of marrying me.

“I’d ask where my father was, but I’m assuming he wasn’t invited.” It wasn’t a question. While I may have been too preoccupied during the wedding march to notice, It had become abundantly obvious there was no one here from my side of the family. It was a power move to show me I was at his mercy, and it had worked, at least for now.

“You will learn to be reliant on your husband, Vittoria, that is why your father is not in attendance. I believe he left for Italy right after you left home.” That stung, he didn’t stick around to make sure I was okay, but what did I expect when I’d been paid and delivered like a trussed up pig to the slaughter. “Why are we sitting alone? Is that a tradition or something in your family?”

Romeo’s cool gaze held mine. “Not a tradition. More of a safeguard.”

Huh? He thought I would run now, as in tonight? His thinking I could come up with a plan on unfamiliar territory that quickly, let alone that I was even capable of that after his punishment, both offended and impressed me in equal measure.

Our plates were removed and the next course arrived. I’d attended enough Italian weddings to know that I needed to pace myself. There were many courses in a traditional feast.

Amergio served the primo piatto. Tortellini in a butter parmesan sauce was a heavy first course, designed to create a base for the lighter dishes and generous consumption of wine that would follow. I took a bite and moaned out loud. In my peripheral, I saw my new husband watching me with interest. On my next bite, I held out my tongue and gently placed a tortellini on it. I exaggerated drawing it into my mouth and moaned while I chewed.

Beside me, Romeo adjusted his cock in his pants. Maybe I could seduce him after all. I continued to make love to the tortellini, while his plate remained full, so focused on me he evidently forgot to eat.

When the wait staff collected our plates, they found mine picked clean. My husband grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard length. He leaned toward me. But instead of speaking, he slid our joined hands to my crotch. Instinctively, I opened my legs, happy and relieved our table was covered by a tablecloth that hung down to our feet, keeping our actions hidden.

I grabbed my wine glass and gulped down half the contents in one go.

“Thirsty, Tesoro?“ His soft breath raised the delicate hairs at the base of my neck and down my arms. “And here I was thinking you were already wet.”

A tiny shudder moved through me. My sore ass and slick pussy had tortured me from the moment I sat down and now Romeo was reminding me of my state of neediness. Like I needed reminding!

He inched my dress up with his fingers. Every new inch of exposed skin increased my need. I wanted him to shove his fingers inside of me, but I wouldn’t beg. Now I knew why he left out a fresh pair of panties when he dressed me: he’d planned this all along.

His fingertip slid through my soaking folds. I wanted to push his arm away, but then everyone would know what was happening. I also wanted to grab his hand and shove his finger deep inside of me. But I did neither. I stayed still and allowed him to torment me.

The next course, lobster tail with shrimp in a light white wine sauce, arrived. Lobster was my favorite seafood, but I didn’t lift my fork to eat.

“What’s the matter?” my husband purred. “You don’t like lobster?”

I didn’t answer and folded my arms across my chest. Romeo pulled his finger away and I released a deep breath I hadn’t known I was holding. He expertly cut my lobster and placed the perfect amount of shrimp and sauce on my fork, and cocked an eyebrow at me expectantly.

I obediently opened my mouth, and he slid the fork inside, waiting for me to close my lips before extracting the fork. It was so sexy, and I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped with the succulent meat on my tongue.

Romeo took a bite and then fed me. He continued this pattern until both our plates were empty and removed from the table. Then he slid his finger back to my opening, pressing past my swollen lips and against the hardened nub hiding behind the folds.

“You were a good girl, Vittoria, and now I will reward you.”

Expertly, he circled my clit as he took a sip of wine. I swallowed the gasp I so desperately wanted to release. This was so naughty, and the very idea was driving me toward an orgasm. He pinched my clitoris between his fingers. I grabbed my drink, downing the second half of the wine just so I could moan into my glass.

Beside me, I caught a smirk on his face. Ugh! He loved controlling this, controlling me especially. He pinched again and a zap of heat traveled down my spine to my clit at lightning speed. I could feel myself about to let go, to give in to the pleasure, when he pulled his finger out with the arrival of a lamb dish.

Seriously! He just denied me an orgasm.

He cut a piece of lamb for me, but I kept my lips firmly closed. I’d show him how pissed off I was.

“I promise you it is worth the wait, but if you behave like a naughty girl, there will be no orgasms. Now open for Daddy.”

Daddy? I’d play along. I opened my mouth and when he slid the fork in, I clamped down using my lips to pull the meat before he could pull the tines from my mouth. “That’s what will happen to your precious package, Daddy, if you continue to provoke me.”