Convenient Mafia Vows (Ruthless Billionaire Mafia Kings)

13. Victoria

13

VICTORIA

Maybe we fall asleep for a couple of hours. Or maybe I simply lay there in Caleb’s bed, his arm flung across my chest, his face close to mine, watching him sleep.

It is still dark when he stirs. I’m naked, he is still wearing his suit pants and shirt from the evening before. I breathe his oxygen, and it feels so right that I don’t want the night to end.

He opens his eyes and smiles.

I smile back. I still feel the pang of letting Danny Zuko slip through my grasp, but I understand now that this ache has become a habit that I’ve clung to the way a child clings to their favorite blanket. A crutch of sorts. A fond memory to keep me warm at night and whenever I’m feeling lonely and undesirable.

His fingers locate my nipple, and he leans over me to suck on it. “Ready for round two?” My pussy, although sore and swollen, immediately responds by tingling, and the crushing tiredness I felt before evaporates like warm breath on a cold window.

Pulling the comforter over his head, Caleb disappears. He spreads my legs and licks me so gently that my orgasm explodes almost immediately, my body convulsing, my breathing shallow.

Caleb reappears. “Don’t think you’re getting away with it that easily.”

Slowly, with his eyes locked onto mine, he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it onto the floor. Then he unzips his pants, freeing his engorged cock in one easy movement. He slides them off and adds them to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor along with his boxers.

It’s the first time I’ve seen him naked, and he’s every inch how I imagined him to look when I watched him straddling his Harley the night he saved Mason. He obviously works out. He probably has a freaking gym nestled somewhere within his cavernous apartment. His shoulders are wide, his chest smooth, and his six-pack ripped. His torso is covered in Celtic tattoos, intricate crosses, knots, and infinity symbols that I could spend hours trying to unravel.

I allow my eyes to drift slowly down to his defined pelvis and finally settle on the length of his cock.

It takes my breath away. How did it even fit inside me?

“Your turn.” He holds the base of his cock and starts rubbing it, and I can’t help envying his confidence in his own skin.

It isn’t vanity. I mean, he must know how hot he is, he probably has women like Suki telling him he’s hot every day of the week, but he isn’t arrogant about it. This is all about feeling comfortable with his body, something I’ve always struggled with, considering my inability to get laid until I met Danny Zuko. And even he didn’t come back for more. There’s only so much rejection a gal can take.

I roll onto my knees and inch towards him, his cock growing even larger if that’s at all possible. I don’t know what he wants me to do. That’s a lie; I mean, I know what he wants me to do, but my experience of doing it is still on level zero.

Lowering my head, I wrap my hand around his girth and take the head into my mouth. I can taste me on him, and it sends a thrill down my spine. With him in my mouth, I lick all around the head, sliding the tip of my tongue into the slit and nibbling with my teeth.

“Deeper.” His voice is husky.

I open my mouth wider, lower myself onto him until I can feel him touching the back of my throat. The gag reflex is instantaneous, and I pull away, hiding my face because I don’t want him to see my eyes watering.

But Caleb removes my hands and cups my face in his. He tilts my head back, grips my chin, and kisses my lips. “You can do it, Victoria.”

Does he know what he’s doing? Is this all part of his plan to get me to be submissive? Because it works.

I grip him tightly and take him into my mouth, forcing myself not to gag. My hand instinctively starts rubbing, gently to begin with, and growing more forceful as I pump his cock in and out of my mouth. He wraps his fists in my hair and grips me tightly. “Keep going, m’ áilleacht .”

I lose all sense of time and place. All that exists for me is his cock in my fist and my mouth, and the taste of his precum in the back of my throat. A spear of panic travels through me. Do I swallow when he comes, or do I catch it in my mouth and spit it out? What would he want me to do? What if I can’t even make him orgasm?

But I must be doing something right because Caleb releases my hair, unwraps my fingers from around him, pulls out of my mouth, and pushes me back horizontally across the bed.

Grabbing my thighs, he pushes them back so that my knees are on either side of my head, exposing my sex to him. Then, on his knees, he inserts a finger into my pussy, catches my juices and slides it between my lips, forcing me to lick my own taste off him while he rams his length into me. “Do you like tasting yourself, Victoria?”

“Yes.” Part of me wants to scream that I love it, but something is still holding me back.

It’s a heady combination, his finger in my mouth and his cock pounding me so deeply, I swear I can feel it hitting the base of my spine. I feel my own orgasm erupting as his body judders and he comes inside me.

But he doesn’t leave it there. Whipping his cock out of me, he shoves it into my mouth, holding my head with both hands, so that I have no choice but to swallow the last of his cum.

When he is done, Caleb lies beside me, still teasing my erect nipples with his fingers.

As the heat of the moment cools, I can’t help wondering what this means for us. The fake marriage is temporary, I get it, and I’m no expert when it comes to sexual relationships, but my gut is telling me that he wants me as badly as I want him.

So, how do we walk away from this when the time comes? Because, I don’t know about Caleb, but I can’t simply let him vanish too.

Before I can voice my thoughts, his phone vibrates, and he leaves my side, the rush of cool air on my bare skin making me shiver.

He sits on the edge of the bed with his back to me, his cell phone held to his ear, and his voice low, allowing me an unobstructed view of his broad shoulders and toned physique. Before he even ends the call, he is on his feet and heading for the ensuite.

“Where are you going?” I sit up straight, acutely conscious of my nakedness now that I’m alone on the bed.

He halts halfway across the room, his gaze lingering on my breasts before he raises his eyes to meet mine. “I have some business to attend to.” He pauses. “I want you to stay in the apartment, Victoria. Anything you need, let Lauren know, and she’ll arrange it for you.”

“Wait. What?” I’m on my knees, covering my breasts with the comforter. He has seen every part of me, has tasted me inside and out, but I feel vulnerable now that he is back in Caleb-Murray-wealthy-hotel-owner mode. “Why can’t I leave? What about Abigail?”

“Abigail is fine.”

“So, what, you think I’m in danger?”

I glance at the dressing on my arm which I barely noticed while Caleb was fucking me all through the night. I told myself that the shooting was simply a case of wrong place, wrong time, but his reaction this morning is starting to freak me out. What the fuck have I brought Abigail into?

“It isn’t a chance I’m prepared to take. I told you before, I take care of what’s mine.”

Anger courses through my veins. I refuse to be held prisoner in his apartment even if it is the most luxurious apartment in New York City. I’d rather be at home where nobody knows me apart from Sienna and a couple of neighbors. At least there I’m free to come and go as I please.

“But I’m not yours, am I?”

I wait for him to say something, but when he lowers his eyes to the floor, I realize that I have my answer. I clamber off the bed, still clutching the comforter to cover my nakedness.

“I’m going to get Abigail, and then I’m taking her home.”

“Victoria, please.” He inhales deeply, oblivious to his own nakedness. “I promise that I won’t let any harm come to you or Abigail. I know that I need to make things up to you. This should never have happened, but I just need a little time to resolve it. Please.”

The ‘ please’ gets to me. When he looks at me that way, I can almost convince myself that he feels something for me, that this could be more than just an arrangement to get Olivia Dragonetti off his case.

“Okay, but you can’t keep me locked up in here.”

He opens his mouth to protest that I’m not locked up but must change his mind. “Get dressed. I’ll take you to my mom’s.”

Moira and Terry live in a huge gray-stone colonial mansion on Staten Island. The center of the property is glass-fronted affording views of the spectacular interior staircase which are even more impressive when we step inside.

The gold-balustraded staircase sweeps up to the next level in a double-sided spiral, giving the entrance atrium the appearance of an exhibition center. It is decorated with heavy chandeliers taller than a grown man, vibrant tribal artwork, and life-sized, bronze lion statues that appear to be guarding the property.

I’m still gaping at the sheer scale of the house when Moira comes to greet us, holding Abigail’s hand.

“Auntie Vicky!” Abigail runs to me and jumps into my arms. “You should come and see the swimming pool. There’s a treehouse in the garden and a pond with fish in it and a basketball court.”

I set her down. “Maybe you can show me around in a little while if Moira doesn’t mind.” I glance at Caleb’s mom, who is smiling at Abigail fondly.

“Of course I don’t mind. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like.”

“Stay here?” I turn my attention to Caleb. Is this why he agreed to bring me to Abigail, because he wants his mom and stepdad to keep me prisoner instead?

“I just thought you might be more comfortable here.” His expression is unreadable, and I wish, not for the first time, that he would tell me how he really feels.

“Where will you stay?” Jeez I sound needy, whiny, like a teenager. Or like freaking Dragon-face herself.

A faint smile plays with the corners of his mouth. “I have business to take care of and then I’ll be back.”

“Caleb, you’re not leaving already.” The voice belongs to a young woman with blondee mermaid curls and a wide smile who is coming down the stairs. “I never get to spend any time with you these days.”

My stomach twists. Another admirer?

She goes to Caleb and gives him a hug which he reciprocates with his arms wrapped around her. Releasing her, he says, “Victoria this is my baby sister, Emily.”

“Hey, not so much of the baby sister.” She punches his arm playfully.

“Emily, this is my wife, Victoria.”

It takes several beats for his words to sink in. She blinks once, twice, three times. “Wife? You got married without telling me?” She faces Moira. “Mom, did you know about this?”

Moira raises both hands in mock surrender, and I suspect that Emily has them all wrapped around her little finger. “I only found out yesterday.”

Emily shakes her head at her mom and brother, then smiles at me. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you finally tamed my brother. Please don’t tell me that you belong to the same motorcycle club. No, you’re too beautiful to be a biker.”

She comes and takes my hand and leads me and Abigail through the house, talking incessantly.

“This calls for a celebration. I’ll get Nikos to fix us a drink and bring it outside to the decking, and you can tell me all about how you two met.”

I glance over my shoulder at Caleb who grins and shrugs. He obviously isn’t prepared to argue the point with Emily; she has probably done him a favor by keeping me busy so that he can escape and attend to whatever business matter is so urgent.

Nikos must be the gardener. He is a young man with olive skin, thick dark curls, and eyes that are all for Emily. At her request, he goes inside to the kitchen which is larger than my entire apartment to fix us cocktails, while Emily drags me and Abigail to a decking area complete with blazing firepit and woolen blankets.

Emily sits on a sofa and tucks her legs beneath her. When I’m seated with Abigail on my lap and a blanket thrown over us, she says, “Sorry, I should’ve said congratulations, but I’m still processing the news. Where did you get married? Why weren’t we invited? When did this even happen?” She squeals like a child. “I always knew Caleb would do something like this.”

Her enthusiasm is infectious, and I can’t help laughing.

“Auntie Vicky has a diamond ring,” Abigail chimes in.

Emily’s gaze drops to the emerald on my finger. “Mom gave you her ring! It looks so beautiful on you Vicky.”

She automatically shortens my name, and I think that we could be good friends if this marriage was real. There is something very likeable about Emily, and I find myself wondering if she knows Olivia Dragonetti.

I’m angry with Caleb for leaving it to me to tell his sister the truth. I don’t want to be the one to dampen her excitement, but I can’t lie to her.

“Emily I?—”

Nikos comes outside with our cocktails and a special drink for Abigail complete with cherries, a slice of pineapple and a sparkly streamer, which he sets down on the huge glass-topped table between the sofas.

“Thanks, Nikos.” The way Emily looks at him, I can tell that she’s smitten too, but it’s obvious that neither of them have plucked up the courage to say anything.

She sits back and sips her drink through a straw, waiting for me to spill the beans.

Deep breath. This was Caleb’s idea; I’ll tell her the truth, and then he can fill in the details when he gets back.

“Emily…” I puff up my cheeks. This is way harder than I thought it would be because, after last night, I wish it wasn’t just a marriage contract and a prenup agreement. “I hate to disappoint you, but we’re not really married.”

She furrows her brow. “So, what, you’re just engaged to be married?”

I shake my head while tears sting my eyes.

“I don’t understand. You’re wearing Mom’s ring.”

I keep my voice low; Abigail is trying to spear the cherries out of her drink with the cocktail stick streamer, but she hears everything, and I can already see how much she likes Caleb. I don’t want to shatter her illusions of him.

“Caleb asked me to pretend to be his wife. Kyle drew up a marriage contract. It’s only temporary while Caleb resolves the situation with Olivia Dragonetti.”

I catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of my eye and turn around to find Mr. Dragonetti watching us from inside the open kitchen doorway. I don’t know how much he overheard, but he turns around and heads back inside the house, and I realize that I’ve literally destroyed Caleb’s plans because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.