Chapter 11 Vincenzo
VINCENZO
Her breath hitches causing my dick to shift against the zipper of my pants. This woman has the most unusual effect on me. Just talking dirty to her gets me hard.
Anna answers with one word that makes my entire world tilt. “Yes.”
I like that she doesn’t play games, that she came to the club knowing that she was looking for something, just not quite knowing what it was. One fucking night and I couldn’t stay away.
I intend to show her though. “Slide a finger down your belly, over your mound and stroke your clit, just like I did last night, princessa.”
Her little moan goes right to my dick and tells me that she knows exactly the spot to touch. “Now stroke again, this time slide deeper, gather your wetness and drag it over that special little button for me.”
She moans again and I swear if she were here, I would break every one of my vows not to fuck her until she knows exactly who I am. “Now stop.”
I have to imagine the little pout on those cute bow-shaped lips, which just makes me want to see her so much more. I leave her hanging in silence, listening to her breathe as she tries to calm her desire. “And now stroke gently again. Slow, and tell me how wet your pussy is.”
Anna exhales a deep breath. “So wet. So wet.”
I smile. “Now spread your legs and drop your knees to the side. Imagine me watching because the next time I see you this is how I’ll watch.
” She moans with desire and my dick aches to be released.
I resist the urge, pressing a palm against my pants.
“Now stroke, slow, but over and over, say it with me, stroke.
She obeys, her voice shaking as she repeats the word with every caress of her clit. When I hear the timbre of her voice crack, I know she’s at the point of no return. “Come for me, princessa. Do it now.”
Her little moans cause my rock-hard dick to demand attention. But it will wait. Right now, this is about Anna, and her needs. I give her a moment imagining the look on her face from the other night. “Better, princessa?”
“Oh, so much better. That was so good. I want to see you again. I’ll be in Atlantic City this coming weekend. Will you be there Friday night?”
My jaw tightens at the thought of having her on the road. “Yes, I’ll be here.”
Her breath hitches, the silence stretching into a void that makes my chest tighten and mouth dry. Finally, she says something. “Addie is actually planning to go to the club again Friday night and invited me to ride along with her. If you’re going to be there, I’ll say yes.”
I should be elated, on cloud fucking nine, but all I can think about is that she’s going to be back on that highway again, exposed, out in the open with no protection because after our crew reported back, there’s no doubt in my mind that the eldest daughter of the Cassone family, and sister-in-law of the don of the Roselli crime family is sneaking out without either one of the families being aware.
That doesn’t change my answer though although it damn well should have. “I’ll be at the club.”
Her voice is soft. “Okay.”
I hang up on the soft sound of her voice, still imagining her in the throes of passion with her pink- nailed finger stroking her clit.
I head to the shower, letting the warmth of the water pelt my skin as I stroke my length, envisioning her in the throes of passion until desire takes over.
I lean my forehead against the coolness of the shower wall, watching the evidence of my attraction to one of the most forbidden women in the world swirl in the drain and slowly disappear.
But the more I think about her on that highway, heading from Jersey City to Atlantic City with no fucking protection the more I know this woman has gotten to me in a way that no one else has ever done.
I dry off and pull on a pair of lounge pants and a hoodie from the closet, stalking into the kitchen to scoop up my phone and call Nicolo.
He answers on the first ring. I don’t even give him a chance to speak.
“The soldiers who followed that car last night. I need them to go follow the ladies from Jersey City and bring them back here Friday. One car in back, one in front. They see anything suspicious, and they run them off the fucking road, capiche?”
“Vincenzo, this woman is making you fucking crazy, are you out of your mind?”
My jaw clenches tight. “Do what I ask, Nicolo.”
“I’m on it, Vincenzo, but think about the shitstorm you’re getting the family into, capiche? This isn’t just any woman. This friend of the Dunlap girl? Who the fuck is she?”
Nicolo fucking works for me not the other way around. “Find out everything you can about Anna Cassone. And keep it fucking quiet, understand? The normal channels, don’t use them. Connect with those loyal to the family and report only back to me.”
My chest tightens with the decision I’ve just made.
Allowing Anna to leave the safe haven of Jersey City under the watchful protection of the Rosellis who sit right outside the Dunlap estate feels like a fucking sledgehammer.
I’ve run through all the alternatives. I don’t trust her safety with anyone one else, but the reality is, I shouldn’t have agreed to even meet her again knowing it means she will leave her security to get here.
No matter how much I want to see her, I need to fix this.