Page 36 of Sacred Vow

With things under control for the moment, it was time to clean up and eat. I headed for my suite, exhaustion dragging at my limbs until every step felt heavy.

Vittoria was waiting for me, wearing nothing but slinky white lingerie. She took one look and jumped to her feet. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“You hadn’t heard?”

“No, I spent the afternoon in the kitchen with your mother and nonna. I’ve been here ever since.”

Massimo’s words from a few days ago played in my head.

“Maybe we underestimated Calogerà. Maybe he’s using his daughter to bring down our empire and your wedding was nothing but a ruse.”

“Some trouble at the dock, nothing major. I am hungry for food and you.”

The comment hung between us.

“Why don’t you shower,” she suggested, looking troubled. “I’ll fetch us some food from the kitchen. Okay? I’ll be right back.”

She grabbed her robe and was gone. I undressed and stood under the hot water until the blood and stress swirled at my feet and disappeared down the drain. I felt better, but my limbs were still heavy with fatigue. I switched to cold water and let the cool spray hit my head and face. Wake up Romeo, now isn’t the time to fall asleep. I pictured Vittoria dressed in her sexy white lingerie, my cock hardened at the image.

Stepping out, I shook my head like a dog, my equilibrium coming back and dried off. Wrapping a thick towel around my hips I exited the bathroom, just as my wife entered the suite with a platter of food from the kitchen. Relief softened her features.

“Feeling better?” She busied herself placing the platter on the table and a bottle of wine from under her arm. She quickly poured and handed me a glass. “Sorry it’s not whiskey, but hopefully it will help.” I took a deep drink of the dark burgundy and sighed.

“Thank you, wife.” I placed my glass on the table and pulled Vittoria onto my lap. She scooped some antipasto onto a cracker and held it to my lips. I opened and allowed her to feed me. After a few bites I shook my head. “There’s only one thing I want right now, and it’s you.”

I stood with her in my arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her at the foot, I kneeled down and spread her legs. She was already swollen and slick for me. I sucked her clit hard into my mouth. Vittoria shrieked, attempting to close her legs, but I had a firm grip. Releasing her clit. “Stay still, I want to eat this perfect pussy.” She gasped but widened her legs. I lathed at her entrance, taking my time, while she squirmed and writhed. The events of today had left a bad taste in my mouth. Knowing someone had outplayed me. Someone who worked for me wasn’t loyal and that made me burn with rage. Rage I carried home with me. I scraped my five-o’clock shadow inside her soft thighs leaving red marks everywhere I rubbed.

Not until she’d come on my tongue, did I stand. “On your knees, tesoro.“ She scrambled to do my bidding and once she was on her knees. I pressed her chest into the bed. I grabbed the lube from the bedside table and squirted a generous amount, coating my cock and Vittoria’s entrance.

“Take what I give you, wife.” I pressed the head of my cock inside that tight little bud of hers. Her body tensed at the invasion. I pinched her clit, and like a magic button, her muscles relaxed and I slid past the tight ring of muscle. She gasped but didn’t move. “Good girl.” I ran my hands up and down her back until she was wagging her perfect ass, her way of asking for more. I slapped her right cheek hard, the crack ringing out in the room. “Don’t be greedy.”

I brought my hand down several times on her backside until the skin flushed warm beneath my hand, that’s better, now she was ready for me. I gripped her hips tightly and pulled back, slamming back in. I fucked her hard, violently while she screamed my name over and over until she fell apart in my grip and I unloaded in her tight channel.

I collapsed beside her on the bed, catching my breath. She snuggled beside me, our breathing slowly falling into rhythm, and that’s how I woke up some time later, naked, with my wife curled around me, my head on her chest listening to the gentle beat of her heart.

Chapter Twelve

Vittoria

Sometimes I seriously questioned my taste in men. And right now was one of those times. I was out shopping with Gia, Elena, Neomi and Arianna. It was my first time seeing them since the club a few weeks ago. After the stint I’d pulled at the club, Romeo grounded me from going out with my girlfriends. Well, what he’d actually said was “unless I am with you to chaperone,” but I couldn’t exactly picture Il Diavolo sipping cocktails at girls’ night. I’m pretty sure he knew what my reaction would be so I stuck close to home, whining and complaining like the little brat he sometimes referred to me as.

Although Romeo hadn’t changed toward me, something had definitely changed since the warehouse explosion. He didn’t talk about it, but I caught whispers from others, servants, rumors mostly, that someone had infiltrated their ranks and was causing some serious issues. His men were taken out, and even though that was expected in our way of life, soldiers died, but that didn’t make it easier for my husband, the man responsible for all of those lives.

My detail doubled with a new head of security, Leo. He was older than Carlo had been, closer to my husband’s age, but he seemed to know his stuff. Certainly, he knew how to shadow someone. He was always right behind me, but unlike my usual hulking goons, he moved so quietly I sometimes forgot he was there. Right now, Leo was just outside the dressing room where the girls and I went through stacks of designer clothes that none of us needed.

“Your new guard is sexy,” Gia purred.

Yeah, seriously questioning my tastes in friends!

“Leo? Or Julius?”

I knew it wasn’t Julius, no one thought he was hot. He was a silent giant whose eyes tracked me everywhere, his expression never changing. It wasn’t that his looks were unattractive, but his entire vibe was off-putting.

“Duh. Leo, of course. Is he, you know, attached?”

Neomi rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Gia, does it matter? You fuck them and dump them so quickly, why bother to find out what his status is?”

We giggled when Gia took on a defensive stance. “Some kind of friends you are.” She pouted and crossed her arms, earning more laughter from us.