Page 33 of Sacred Vow

“What are you worried about? They heard you less than twenty-four hours ago getting a spanking.”

My face went hot. “Thanks for reminding me.”

“Now, Vittoria, or they will hear you getting another one.”

He’d undone his pants and turned me around, sitting me down on his jutting cock.

The invasion was so sudden, I hissed through gritted teeth as my body took in its massive size, but Romeo didn’t give me time to adjust.

He slid his hands under my blouse, freeing my nipples of the lacy bra I wore. He tugged and twisted just the way I liked it as he moved me on him, lifting me easily only to slam me down on his cock, impaling me over and over. My orgasm was so fast, I didn’t have time to prepare as heat spiked down my spine, turning my insides molten. I gripped his arms, my hips rolling and bucking helplessly until he swelled inside of me. He tightened his hold on my hips as he filled me with his cum.

“Good girl,” he cooed in my ear. He released my breasts and gently tucked them back into my bra. He smoothed my shirt but kept me on his lap until his cock softened enough to tuck it back inside.

“Was that dessert?” I teased.

“Why, did you want more?”

“I always want more, Romeo.”

Standing, he adjusted his clothing and then took my hand. “Let’s go, my insatiable zoccola.”

“Slut? Really, Romeo, that’s not very romantic.”

“It may not be romantic, Vittoria, but it is the truth. You are my little slut. Mine to take whenever I want.”

He had me there. The ride home was quiet and I was content to watch his muscles clench and relax while he drove, dreaming of his thick digits filling my ass while he took me from behind.

When we pulled up, Massimo was out front pacing like an angry badger. So much for an evening of pleasure. Romeo’s entire visage shifted from relaxed to cold control–the Don replacing my Dom instantly. I got out of the car.

“Thank you for the date.” I kissed him gently on the cheek, but before I could leave, he grabbed my arm and tugged me close.

“This isn’t over, zoccola,“ he growled in my ear, “only a postponement until later.”

He smacked my ass when I turned to leave him with his brother. My chest felt painfully full in a way I hadn’t experienced since childhood. Perhaps having some time alone was just what I needed.

Well, ‘alone’ was a bit premature. Inch opened the door for me and followed me as I made my way through the house on rubbery legs, but I was too tired and splendidly spent to argue about the need for my security escort here at home. I left my hulking goon on the other side of the suite door and relaxed on the bed, alone at last with thoughts I no longer knew how to control.

Chapter Eleven

Romeo

“Why am I here?” I asked, leaving the word again hanging loudly unspoken between us. ‘Here’ was the east-side docks, and despite my question, I knew why. We’d had issues these past few months with our ports and shipping. Ever since my wedding, in fact.

I tried not to think about it too much, but Massimo had locked onto the idea like a dog with a bone, not letting go of the idea that somehow Vittoria was responsible.

“We got someone in the back who was sneaking around and thought you’d want to be here in case you had questions.”

Fair enough. “Fine, let’s go.”

Massimo filled me in on the guy they captured while I followed the sounds of a beat-down to the back office. I glanced around at the men watching one of their own tenderize the bleeding man tied to a chair. I recognized my brother, Fausto, and some of his men, and Dante, of course, methodically dismantling the bastard’s pain threshold with a precision my surgeon brother, Gaetano, would envy. The rest were less familiar, but they were all Massimo’s personal men, those he’d hand-picked and trusted with his life. That alone told me more about the severity of what was going on than the guy in the chair.

Lately, I’d been playing the defense game with all the attacks on our shipments, but I was tired of it and it didn’t suit me. I’d decided that morning, after leaving my wife flushed and thoroughly punished, that I needed to get ahead of the situation.

Ever since that night at the club, we’d been getting to know each other more. I knew how Massimo felt about my wife’s distracting influence, and I had to admit, between satiating her and handling work issues, my attention had been split in too many directions for a heart-to-heart with Simo, but it looked like I needed to and today would be the day.

“Enough.” I motioned Dante back and stalked to the chair. Leaning down, I forced his swollen eyes open and made sure he saw my face clearly. “Do you know who I am?”

He licked his parched lips. “Yes. Mr. Vitale.”