The Vendetti Soldier (The Vendetti Famiglia #7)

Chapter 16

Her love will seep into your veins like Mozart and morphine. One sip, one taste, one touch, one intoxicating breath ... you'll never be the same. -Melody Lee

Mischa

M y heart pounds erratically as I make my way out of Capo’s office, the weight of his steely, judging gaze burning a hole in my back as I go. The man is a force, and the fact he easily holds my fate in a few words, especially after coming from my own somewhat influential family, is extremely nerve-wracking. Santino and Luciano flank me on my trek, their combined silence from my public questioning is more deafening than any words they can say at the moment. The tension in the air is palpable, suffocating , if you will. My breaths are shallow as I attempt to act calm and cool in front of them when, in reality, it’s as if the very walls of the Estate are closing in on me.

Santino’s disappointment radiates off him in waves, the impact hitting me harder than I’d ever expect. His usual easy-going demeanor towards me that I’ve grown to anticipate has been replaced by a cold, hard mask. He’s every bit of the soldato right now, his namesake, as a Mademan in the Empire.

Luciano’s eyes flicker between me and the floor, his jaw clenching and unclenching in a show of restrained anger. He’s the one who is usually quick to let me know when I’ve displeased him in some way, the one who will spank me if he thinks I deserve it. In this case, I’d prefer his demanding tone, telling me to get to my knees and take his dick like the naughty bambola he thinks I am.

I know I’ve let them down, tarnished my reputation, and our marriage in the eyes of their powerful Capo. I wish I could do something to turn back a few days to let them know my plans ahead of time so when this eventually came up, they could confidently counter how they already knew my plan and hopefully be proud of me for whatever I could eventually find. I wanted to prove myself, my worth in the eyes of the family, and while I didn’t technically do anything wrong… I’ve messed up . I should’ve gone to them directly, told them my plan, stood my ground, and then proven myself. Exactly as Papa has taught us to do.

To be brave and stand up for what we need.

He would tell me, “You’re strong, my Mischa. Men will underestimate you; you must prove you’re not only beautiful but a worthy opponent. Should you be by their side rather than killing them, show them you are the best kept secret they can ever have, budushchiy pravitel.”

Silently, I repeat the words in my mind, reminding myself I’m worthy of the name Vendetti. I’m stronger and smarter than any other woman under this roof, aside from maybe Violet, but she’s had years to learn the family’s temperament and how to navigate them to get what she wants. If this were Russia, any man there would be on their knees asking Papa for my time. Santino and Luciano have to see reason; I need to find a way to make them listen to me.

As the three of us step into the dimly lit corridor, I can’t shake the feeling of being watched, monitored. Every creak of the floorboards sends shivers down my spine, each lowly illuminated light bulb along the hallway casting eerie shadows, seemingly to whisper accusations. The weight of the men’s disappointment eats away at me with every second that passes. I’ve let my guard down too quickly. I care for them too much; I can see it clearly now. Not only Santino, but Luciano as well.

They’re different people, yet so similar when they’re apart, but when they’re together, they somehow balance each other out. I think it’s why the sex is beyond phenomenal when it’s with both of them. Don’t get me wrong, each man is amazing in bed… but together? I’ve never had anything come close to it before.

Santino's hand brushes mine, the heat of his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. The air is thick with unspoken words and my desires, as the weight of my mistake looms heavily between us. I need to figure this out, how to make it up to them, even though I was only trying to help. What do I say in a situation like this? I’m sorry you’re upset with me and I embarrassed you in front of your brothers, but also, I didn’t do anything wrong? Something tells me those are not the words they want to hear, nor the right ones to say in a situation such as this.

The hallway seems to stretch on, the narrow walls closing in around me as I struggle to keep up with my racing thoughts. “Where are we going?” I finally muster up some courage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. My question hangs in the air, heavy with expectation and my silent longing.

Without missing a beat, Santino pauses in front of a door a ways down from the other offices. “We’re going to set things right,” he replies ominously, his voice low and firm.

Luciano nods in agreement, his expression unreadable yet resolute. “It’s overdue. I thought we were doing a well enough job, but apparently, we’ve misread things.”

“I-I don’t understand,” I stammer out, confused about what’s happening. Am I about to be tortured? I thought Matteo confirmed I wasn’t working against them, and I’m not an enemy. Do they plan to toss me into a dungeon and throw away the key? Ror says I can be dramatic at times, but this seriously is a situation where dramatics are not the problem.

Santino enters a three-digit number into the keypad next to the knob, then pushes open the door and steps inside. I follow, not seeing much of anything in front of me with my husband’s massive body blocking the path in front of me. God, he has such a great butt in those pants. Did I mention my husband has an ass you could bounce a quarter off of? I blame his rigorous workout with all the squats he does every morning. They’re a glorious exercise for men, and I wholeheartedly approve.

Luciano is at my back, close enough it’s like having a personal furnace behind me, waiting to burn me should I stop too soon. Santino moves to the side, and I don’t miss the distinct sound of the lock clicking behind us as Luciano makes sure no one comes in. Or maybe it’s me he’s making sure doesn’t go anywhere.

As I glance around the room, I take everything in. The padded leather massage table in the middle of the room. The variety of medical instruments on those weird rolling hospital tables they have in the rooms when you get admitted. I don’t know what they’re called, they just remind me of getting a root canal at the dentist, and it’s a time I try to forget. My eyes shoot back to the middle of the room and the long, thick straps hanging towards the floor from the table. Are they leather too? And why are there holes in the table? “Are we getting massages of some type? Or wait, am I massaging you both?” I can definitely get behind giving some personal massages when I’ll be able to run my hands all over every single delicious curve of muscle and cock they both possess.

“Come, poco zucchero. Lay on the table with your belly down,” Santino orders.

My brow scrunches as I stare at the weird exam table in the middle of the room. “Wait, but there are holes in it, and not little ones.” I can’t help but wonder if this is the same room I had my initial exam in to make sure I was the top notch of health. It sure looks similar. I was too nervous then to pay close enough attention, though.

“Correct,” Luciano agrees, not giving me a real answer. He steps closer, nudging me forward until I move to do as they’ve commanded.

With a shaky sigh, I climb onto the table, allowing both men to help me since it’s a bit awkward. Once I’m lying flat on my stomach, staring at the floor below me, I say loud enough for them to easily hear me, “I don’t understand. My face can fit in the hole like a normal massage table, but why are there spots of the table missing where my boobs and stomach are? How can you press on part of my back with the opening underneath? Won’t it mess up the massage and push me in the hole at a weird angle?”

They chuckle, and as I attempt to sit up and readjust to look at them, I’m stopped. The straps I saw moments ago? They’re being stretched across me. One lays securely over my lower back, the other placed on my shoulder blades. Santino tightens the straps enough so if I don’t move, I’m comfortable, but they’re also tight enough I can’t get up if I wanted to. “Uh, guys, what’s happening?”

The lower part of the table under my pelvis begins to shift, and suddenly my legs are being spread wide open. I’m in a flowy dress, so everything will be on display if they don’t watch out. A beat later, Luciano’s face pops under the table where I can finally make eye contact.

“Luciano?” They’re being quieter than usual, but I can feel their energy crackling in the air; they’re excited over something. Luciano’s stare is electric as he comes at me with a pair of scissors. My mouth drops open as I watch him go for my clothes. “Excuse me, sir,” I gasp out, my eyes locked on his hand as his fingers shift to close the scissors on the top of my dress.

He continues to snip down the front, ruining the Chanel material, then on to my thin brassiere he’d had flown in from Paris for me. The buttery soft material falls open from my front, my boobs pointing out below from the hole in the table. Luciano reaches for them, tweaking one of my nipples as cool air kisses the back of my thighs, then the sensation of chilled metal from another set of scissors meeting my skin registers next, cutting my panties away.

I’m too frazzled at first to realize they’ve both cut away a lot of my clothing, but then I’m suddenly feeling much more than the scissors on my flesh. “Oh, wow,” I breathe the words as warm air hits my pussy. It’s Santino, blowing his sweet breath against my sensitive folds. Luciano leaves me briefly, only to return with two strange-looking items. “A-are those… pumps?”

“Sì, naughty bambola. It’s time we get your body ready for your true purpose of being here.”

Fuck! I knew I was in trouble. The feeling on the way here as we walked the hall, I should’ve listened to my gut and begged them for mercy before they got the chance to do whatever it is they plan to do to me.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I understand I went about things the wrong way, but if you will both talk this out with me, I’m sure we can get through the initial disappointment you feel. We can come up with a plan and work together. I don’t have to go behind your back to help. I promise.”

He chuckles. “We know you’re smart. We were already aware you’re more than capable of being a permanent asset to the famiglia. Let’s face it, if you weren’t better than any other woman we’ve come across, you never would’ve been able to marry mio fratello. I’d have killed you for him.” His bluntness makes me gasp again; this time, it’s because I’m shocked he would be so cruel if he had found me lacking. He moves one of the clear plastic cones toward my right breast, hitting a button on the tiny machine as soon as it touches my nipple. It immediately suctions to my boob, the machine making it tug and release at my nipple.

“Holy—” My words are cut off as he repeats his movements, attaching a second to my left tit. My mind is flying as sensations overwhelm me, the pull and release of the suction on both of my nipples at once, yet it never completely unlatches. Pair that with Santino breathing in my pussy, and it has me seeing stars. He straight up has his nose in my vagina, inhaling, like it’s a scented plug-in freshener. “W-what a-are these things? Are these b-breast pumps?” I’m panting, unable to catch my breath with it all hitting me at once. These men are too much.

“Mm,” Santino groans from behind me. “I can already imagine it,” he tells Luciano.

“So can I, fratello,” Luciano agrees, eagerly watching as the machines suck at my heavy, full breasts. He meets my gaze, a fire blazing in his irises. “We’ve made this into our breeding room . All for you, Mischa. We’ll fill you full of our cum, then leave you here, strapped down to make sure it takes and you’re pregnant. The pumps will go on you daily. We want your body already thinking you’re pregnant so it’ll start preparing and changing exactly how we need it to, so you’ll give us a house full of bambinos.”

“Cristo, she’s perfecto like this,” Santino comments, running his big, strong hands over the back of my exposed thighs, coming together to palm my ass. He grips it hard for a moment, running his nose against my pussy as he inhales deeply again. “Open, and at our mercy. Fuck, I could come in my pants from watching her squirm with those sucking on her nipples. She’s drenched, her little pussy dripping, and nub swollen. I think she needs me to lick it for her.”

Luciano nods, his fingertips lightly running over the swells of my breasts as his eyes remain pinned on the clear plastic covering my areolas. I swear with each tug he becomes more turned on. His cheeks heat, his irises dilate, then his breathing changes. His mouth parts, soft pants escaping as he grows hard in his trousers. Eventually, his stare moves back to mine as he admits, “This is your true purpose, to continue the Vendetti bloodline. Don’t you see? Helping us is nothing in comparison to this. You are the future mother of our children; you have the most important job in the entire famiglia.”

Santino begins lapping at my pussy, the warm wetness of his skillful tongue making me moan. He sticks it out, spearing it inside my opening, and my cheeks grow warm. I’m gushing around him; they have me so turned on, needing their cocks to fill me. “We’re going to breed you, poco zucchero. Vendetti men don’t want their wives bloody or in the line of danger in any way. We want you spread out, dripping wet, while we feast and pound your pussy. While we make you come so many times you see stars and worship our cocks. Then watch you carry our children.”

Luciano cuts in, pushing his thumb between my lips to do what he enjoys most—be bossy and watch me suck something. “Suck,” he orders, and I immediately comply. “We want you to get fat with our bambinos. Fuck, there’s nothing more beautiful than a woman so big with pregnancy, she can barely waddle around.”

“Mm,” Santino groans, his tongue flicking across my clit as his finger thrusts deep inside my entrance. “I can’t wait.”

Luciano pulls his thumb free, physically opening my mouth wider before pushing three of his big fingers inside. I tighten my lips around them, licking and sucking. “I can’t wait to fuck Rorik all night long, knowing you’re carrying our child. Knowing my cum was strong enough to fertilize this sweet little cunt my brother can’t seem to stop licking.”

“My cum,” Santino argues, adding a second finger.

“He loves how you taste,” Luciano continues, ignoring his brother’s argument. “Won’t shut the fuck up all day long about how he wants to eat your pussy and have you gush all over his face. He’s addicted. You’ve done this to mio fratello, made him feral for you, so rather than wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze until you stop breathing, we’re going to put you to work, alright. You’ll be fucking pregnant tonight, and too busy worrying about our children to get involved with dangerous Mademan business again. Capisci?”

He doesn’t actually give me time to respond as he uses his free hand to unbutton his pants, then he’s shoving them off his trim hips and standing beside my head. He adjusts a knob on the bottom of the face pillow until it reclines downward, and I have no choice but to hold my head up. Then he’s there, right beside me, his commanding presence demanding more of my attention on him.

It’s hard to concentrate on anything, and they keep adding in more elements. I’m going to go crazy at this rate. Completely lose it while at their mercy. Yet, all I can think about are their words, listening to their commands, and how I already want to come so badly my pussy may explode.

The heat of Luciano’s powerful body radiates next to my face, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he presses himself close enough for his length to softly rest on my cheek. The scent of him fills my senses—manly, clean, and intoxicating. He’s always impeccably groomed and smelling divine. It should be illegal for a man to always seem so flipping perfect. As his fingers leave my mouth, a shiver runs down my spine in anticipation of what’s coming next.

I swallow, then without hesitation, I part my lips once more, wider this time, and welcome Luciano’s cock, eagerly savoring the taste of him on my tongue. His command is crystal clear, and I comply willingly, memorizing every inch of him in my mouth as I suck. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me gently but firmly, setting the pace he craves. I hollow my cheeks, tucking my teeth under my lips, and then take his cock to the back of my throat and then some, with a hunger matching his own.

His ragged breaths above me and the tensing of his muscular thighs with each thrust serve to urge me on, pushing me further into the haze of giving him pleasure while offering him my submission. I allow myself to sink further into the moment, focusing on the rhythm of my lips and tongue against his hot, velvety skin. His excitement drips from his tip, the flavor of him bursting over my tongue, and all I can manage to think about is being filled completely by them both at the same time.

They’ve not only turned me into their baby-making factory, but also their personal fuck doll. Luciano’s right; I am naughty, and he called it from day one.

Meanwhile, Santino does everything he can to distract me as he eats away at my pussy, making my head spin from needing to come so badly. Is it possible for women to get blue-clit? Kind of like blue balls, but where our clit feels like it’s needy but has been punched at the same time because it craves a release so badly? I swear I’m going to die from too much at once and not enough all at the same time. I’m fucking losing it.

His mouth continues to work on my most sensitive flesh. Each pass of his tongue is toe-curling, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. His skilled touch has me writhing and moaning beneath his firm hold, my legs spread wide as he devours me. My pelvis flexes forward and back, yet getting nowhere; it’s futile attempting to give myself more. I’ll only be rewarded when he deems it, and it’s enough to break me down. I need it, and I’m not above begging. Tears crest and fall, streaming over my cheeks as I continue to choke on the big, delicious cock belonging to the demanding, yet beautiful, Luciano Vendetti. My other husband, my second. God, I belong to two men.

My breathing kicks up a notch, coming in ragged gasps around Luciano’s cock as my hips continue to attempt to buck wildly. Santino presses me down, his muscular arms keeping me in place as he drives me to the brink of ecstasy and madness. With one final flick of his tongue, my body convulses, and he finally gets what he wants most.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I scream and choke out as I release, and a surge of warmth floods between my thighs. I can’t hold back any longer and squirt all over Santino’s mouth.

He groans in pleasure, slurping my juices like a man possessed. His tongue laps up every last drop of my release, while my hips randomly jolt from too much stimulation, too soon. Once he’s satisfied, he stands, pausing to catch his breath, and I manage to flick my gaze toward him. His face glistens with my leftover wetness as he stares at me with satisfaction reflecting in his eyes. They shine brightly with pride and lust as he momentarily watches me swallow Luciano’s dick, listening to him order me to take his cock until I gag.

Of course, I listen. I will suck his cock until I can’t move my jaw any longer if he wishes.

My pussy is empty only momentarily before Santino is there once more. He positions himself between my thighs, his enormous cock hungry and ready to fuck me. The soft, yet hard, blunt tip probes at my entrance, threatening to breach my hole. He continues to shift forward just enough to make me think he’s going to sink deep before withdrawing again. I grow wetter with each brush of his touch, the thickness teasing me with what’s to come.

His thumb swipes through my lips, gathering my creamy wetness to push into my ass, reminding me of what it was like to take them both inside me at once. Pure heaven and it has me silently praying they’ll use me for their pleasure again tonight like they did on our wedding night. I’ve never been fucked so much in my life as I was on our wedding night, to where I could barely leave the bed the next day. My thighs, ass, and jaw were all littered with fingerprint, hip, and thigh bruises; they’d pounded into me so much in multiple positions.

Santino grinds against me gently, his cock throbbing against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I can feel my arousal building, leaking from my opening as he continues to taunt me. I can't help but squirm beneath him, my hips shifting to chase his movements, my pussy desperate for his cock to penetrate me. I love his big, fat cock. The anticipation is almost unbearable, yet it only heightens the intensity of the pleasure I know will soon come. I clench my eyes closed around a low groan each time his hardness grazes my entrance, my pussy begging silently for him to take me.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and deep,” he confesses. “My cock is going to stretch you wide, making you take every single inch.” His words are like fuel for the fire consuming me, burning away all rational thoughts. “I’m going to get my tip all the way up against your womb so my cum will coat it. You’ll be filled with every drop, left with no choice but to give in and take my seed as you’re supposed to.”

Santino waits until I’m so far in my lust-induced fog, I think I may be going crazy, moaning and begging around Luciano’s cock, for Santino to please fuck me. More tears escape, rolling over my cheeks as I’m reduced to pleading for them to fill me with their cum, swearing I need it and that I’ll give them the babies they want.

At this point, I’m so overstimulated I’ll agree to anything .

Whatever they want from me, it’s theirs.

As soon as I voice the words aloud, sealing my fate, he thrusts into me, filling me to the point of the stretching pain that comes along with taking a good, thick dick. My eyes roll heavenward as the reality sets in. I just begged them to breed me. There’s no way I’d ever use those words with anyone else I’ve slept with.

I know it right then…

I’ve fallen in love.

With them both.