Chapter 7 Vincenzo
VINCENZO
Every stroke of the ice along Anna’s heated flesh causes her legs to tremble beautifully, anticipating and waiting for what I have to give.
She couldn’t be more striking. My princessa is perfect in every way, and as much as I want to dirty her with my need, that’s the way she’s going to stay.
For now… Until she knows who I am, and discovers the rival’s name.
At least until the masks are off, and she knows exactly who I am.
Last name, first name, I want her to know it all.
She can decide for herself then if the baggage of a rival crime boss is worth the war it could start.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear her beg on the end of my tongue, or feel her thighs quiver when I finally allow her to come.
And when I’ve rung every bit of pleasure from her body and kept her on edge for far too long, watching her obey me time after time, I relent. “Come for me now, princessa.”
She is perfection, obeying my command, shivering and trembling as her desire soars.
This is power, her spread before me, trusting me with her body, her pleasure. This is exactly what drives a grown, powerful man to his knees. “Open your eyes and watch while I clean you.”
Her dark eyes meet mine as I suckle her sweet juices, watching as her eyes roll backward and then blink as she looks at me again. Only when I’ve had my fill and she’s perfectly clean do I place a hand on either side of her legs to close them.
Anna’s hands rest lightly on the bedding, her pale pink nails short and beautifully manicured. That’s when I notice the marks, not bold, bloody and grotesque as they once were, but raised and scarred laying upon the delicate skin of her wrists. No restraints … this is why.
I give her both hands, and she takes them in hers without a bit of hesitation as I assist her in sitting up. Her eyes meet mine sheepishly. “I’m not used to being in the nude.”
“You are absolute perfection. We’ll have to fix your aversion to nudity.”
Her eyebrow arches. “Hmm…”
“No?”
She inhales a deep breath. “I’m getting more comfortable in my skin but I’m not quite there yet.” Anna doesn’t explain and I don’t push for an answer. What she has to say will come in time, in her own way, and not mine. I have patience and all the time in the world for Anna.
I draw her to me with the deepest desire to kiss her, but that too, will wait, until she knows exactly who I am.
Perhaps it’s selfish but when she kisses me, and I fuck her, I want her to know exactly who she’s submitting to with no regrets or feelings of betrayal.
She gets to choose, but only when she knows the truth.
Until then, I will teach her what she wants to learn. No strings.
Anna doesn’t ask me what’s probably on her mind, why no sex, or kiss.
Why I’ve chosen to abstain tonight. But when she takes my hand, it tells me more.
She may be curious but she’s also open minded and committed to the experience of following my lead in the club and in bed.
She definitely likes my control and that causes my dick to press hard against the side of my pants.
Anna is observant and notices her dress neatly draped over the chair. “You did that on the way back with the ice?”
My eyebrow raises. “Such a pity to leave it laying on the floor. I didn’t want it to wrinkle.”
“Thank you.” Anna grasps it from the chair and steps gracefully into the beautiful gown.
I close the distance and whisper in her ear. “Turn around. Let me zip you.” She does not hesitate to move her hair over a shoulder to prevent it from getting caught in the zipper. Her phone rings and she walks to the little strap of a purse on the chair and pulls it out.
When she disconnects and turns to face me, she looks genuinely concerned. “We were going to stay until tomorrow. Addie has a work situation. I have to leave tonight. Will I ever see you again?”
I stroke her cheek. “Give me your phone.”
She hands it to me without question.
“Password?
She hesitates for a moment but then rattles it off. “12345.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s not a safe password.”
She laughs, a light melodic sound that fills the void around us, while I push in my contact number and save it as Mr. D before calling myself. I turn it for her to see. My name, and number. You can call me anytime you wish.”
“Will you call me?” she asks. “Or was this a one-time thing? You can tell me if so.”
I arch an eyebrow. I’m hardly in the habit of handing out my personal cell phone to just anybody but she does not know that. “I’ll call you this week, Anna. Until then, I don’t want you to wear any panties. When I call, I want you to go somewhere you can speak, preferably your bed.”
Her eyes meet mine. So many women over so many years and not one fucking time has a look, or a laugh ever affected me like hers. “I always turn in and read about ten,” she says.
She’s cute, trying to put me on her schedule. I draw her to me, placing a kiss on her temple, inhaling the fragrant scent of her skin and hair, wanting it all wrapped around me but that’s not all I want from Anna Cassone. I want so much fucking more.
“Your friend Addie, she’s still in the club?”
Anna pulls up a message from her friend as it comes in allowing me to see it clearly. Where are you? Sorry, change of plans. I need to go home. Now.
She gives me wide eyes. “We were going to stay the night in the hotel but looks like we have to leave. She’s probably searching for me as we speak.”
I take her hand and walk her out into the club, not letting go until we’re back at the top level of DeLuca X Club, already regretting that we have to part.
Her phone buzzes and she answers, covering her ear to hear better in the noise of the lounge. “Okay, I’ll meet you in the front. I’m just leaving X Club.”
She slips her phone in her pocket. “Addie’s been catching up with Mistress Valentino in the casino lounge. The car is pulling around for us out front. She has to take an important call and whatever she has to do is probably at home.”
I see my brothers across the club and move her toward the door. “I’ll call you. Straight home, Anna.”
“Yes, Mr. D,” she says, so seductively that I almost change my mind and take her home with me fuck whatever her friend finds so important that it causes her to take Anna away.
“I’ll call you this week. I have business to attend tonight.
Not a lie, but I could have someone else take care of it too.
More importantly, I need more information and time to think with a clear head.
And thinking clearly this close to Anna is not fucking possible. “Go while I’ll still allow you to go.”
Her cheeks heat. She thinks I’m playing with her, but I’m not in the slightest. “I’ll wait for your call then.”
“Go now, Anna.”
Anna turns and I watch her walk closer to the door of my club, my eyes following her sway as she leaves, knowing where I’ve just been and that she doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on beneath that dress and that I’m going to be thinking of her all night long.
My jaw tightens with apprehension the minute she’s out of sight. I close the distance to the door, watching as she and her friend get into the back seat of the black SUV, quickly plugging the license plate number into my phone as the girls’ driver pulls away.
I reenter our club with one thing on my mind.
Why the fuck did Massimo Roselli send the word out that she was dead instead of sending her underground and protecting her with his vast network across the globe, and why the fuck is he letting the eldest daughter of the Cassone family, his sister-in-law, out of the house to go play in Atlantic City, especially at my club, with no chaperone while there’s a billion-dollar bounty on her head. He’s clearly lost his fucking mind.
My jaw tightens thinking about the cluster.
I don’t plan to leave Anna’s well-being or safety all the way back to Jersey City in the hands of a lousy driver who didn’t even get out to open the fucking door for the ladies.
If he worked for me his mamma would be picking up pieces of him all over the street for not teaching him a better set of manners.
I call Nicolo who was just moments ago across the club and is now no longer in sight.
He picks up in one ring. I talk fast because time is wasting.
“I need a couple soldiers to go to Jersey City tonight. Nondescript. They have to be able to get through the Roselli city perimeter without getting made. Everyone knows the minute a rival crime family crosses into Jersey City, the lines light up to let Massimo know exactly who’s come to town. ”
“I can have a couple guys here in ten minutes.”
“Now, I need them fucking now.”
Nicolo exhales a breath. “Let me get men moved around inside the club. Give me two minutes and I’ll meet you at the door. What the fuck is going on, Vincenzo?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer but disconnects instead. Only Nicolo can do that and not wind up dead.
Two of our newest men walk out of the club with Nicolo only a couple minutes later. He signals to an old Chrysler pulling up that he’s rounded up somehow. “Chris and Mike will go. Give them the low down.”
I give them the license plate and have them put it in their phone.
“Black Caddy Escalade, heading to Jersey City. I want you to stay a safe distance behind, make sure that car gets where it’s going.
If you see something suspicious you let me know.
If someone messes with them, you fucking mess with them, hard and then you bring them to me. Capiche?”
Mike nods. “Got it boss.” They get into the car, and it peels out of the drive. I watch it until it disappears from the main drag heading toward the highway. Nicolo’s dark eyes draw mine to his. My jaw tightens looking at my younger brother by a year. “What?”
His eyebrows raise. “What the fuck was that all about?”