Chapter Forty-nine
Vida
“Y ou look breathtaking,” Ciro says, distracting me from applying my lipstick.
“Why thank you.” I smile at him, turning to face him.
He’s stunning, as always, dressed in his dark blue suit that hugs his torso perfectly, with the shirt slightly unbuttoned enough to get a good peek at his tattoos. And even though the butterfly tattoo on his chest is my favorite, I’m glad not everyone can see it.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he says, leaning casually against the mirror table, now facing me with the most evil smirk.
“A surprise? What kind of surprise?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. You never know what you’ll get with this man.
“The kind you’ll love,” he replies, his lips curving into that devilish grin that only means trouble.
Before I can press further, he walks up behind me, his hands grabbing my hips and slightly pushing me forward until I’m leaning over the desk.
“Ciro!” I giggle. “We don’t have time for this!”
Liar! I have time.
“Oh, we have time,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with mischief. “Lift your dress.”
“What?” I ask, staring at him through the mirror.
“Hold onto the desk,” he orders, leaving no room for argument.
After a second, I yield, pulling the skirt of my dress up and over my hips before placing my palms flat on the wood, my pulse racing as I feel his hands guide my hips backward.
“ Brava ragazza ,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.
My Italian isn’t great, but I knew when I was called a good girl, and the way it drips from his mouth into my ears makes me wet already.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice shaky with both anticipation and suspicion.
“You’ll see,” he replies, chuckling.
Before I can protest any further, I feel something cool and smooth press against me, sliding into my walls. My breath hitches as something settles inside me, the cold object making my wetness intensify.
Did he just . . .
“Ciro, no,” I gasp, twisting to look at him.
“Baby, yes,” he says, flashing me a smile.
“This is insane! We have dinner and a meeting to attend!”
“I’m well aware, little chaos,” he comments, pressing a kiss to my temple. “And you’ll be wearing this tonight.”
“Absolutely not,” I say, my tone firm despite the heat spreading through my body.
When Izzy talked about sex toys, all I did was highlight them in my books and try a vibrator. Not this!
“Ciro, don’t,” I beg.
“Don’t what, baby?” he asks, acting innocent. “I saw the things you highlighted in your books, baby, the dirty things you fantasize about.”
He licks my neck, dragging a moan from me.
“I will give them to you . . . and you will beg for more,” he whispers against my skin before pulling back and looking at me.
“You’re impossible,” I breathe.
“And you, my wife, are stunning,” he counters, stepping back to admire me as I straighten.
The table is a large, polished mahogany, surrounded by familiar faces and a few strangers who are all part of the orphanage project. Glasses clink as they all talk, and I sit rigidly beside Ciro and Carmela.
With this damn metal still stuck inside me!
It was manageable at first, annoying, but somewhat bearable. I had managed to keep a polite smile on my face as the discussions began. But now . . .
“That won’t be necessary, asking Marco to accompany me isn’t needed. I’ll have my sister-in-law with me,” Carmela says, shooting me a proud smile, which I return.
“No, she won’t,” Ciro says smoothly, his voice calm but firm.
I turn to him, my brow furrowing. “It is necessary. Carmela and I both need to be there.”
He doesn’t respond, his expression unreadable, but his hand slips into his pocket. Without any further response from him, I turn to Carmela to continue.
“It’s expected that the new Mrs. Ballera shows up, right, Vee?” She turns to me, and just as I’m about to speak, my body sparks as the sharp intense buzz fires in between my legs, making me suck in my breath.
“Ciro,” I whisper, turning to look at him.
“Please, carry on, Mrs. Ballera,” he says, his tone laced with mockery.
My fists clench under the table, but I force myself to speak.
“Carmela is right, if the event has been moved up, I need to go. If we want to maintain appearances . . .” The vibrations increase, cutting me off mid-sentence. I grip the edge of the table, my nails digging into the wood.
“Vida?” Carmela asks, looking at me with concern.
“I’m fine,” I say quickly, smiling at her.
Ciro presses the button again, sending an electric wave through me. I bite down on my bottom lip, doing my best to stay composed. My body betrays me as a soft gasp escapes just as I slam my hand on the table, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Carmela presses, placing her hand gently on my shoulder.
“I just . . .” I pause, taking a deep breath. I hastily rise from my chair, giving them the most convincing smile I can muster. “Excuse me for a moment.”
And this fuck dares to press it again, this time, the vibrations are so intense I can’t suppress the moan that escapes my lips.
“Fuck!” I gasp, almost falling onto the table.
The room goes silent, all eyes turning toward me.
Jesus! I will kill this man today!
“What’s wrong?” Carmela asks, her tone mixed with confusion and concern.
“I’d like a word with my husband,” I say tightly, grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet, trying my best to smile at everyone, who are now staring at me like I’ve lost it.
And maybe I have!
His lips twitch, and I can tell he’s barely holding back a smirk.
Fucking bastard!
The door slams shut behind us, and I turn around to face him, begging the universe to keep me from killing him.
“What was that about?” I snap, crossing my arms.
He leans back against the desk, looking completely unbothered.
“You are not going to Russia,” he says plainly.
“Excuse me? Why?”
“Because I said so?”
Is this man normal?
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t be there.”
“I don’t need to give you a reason,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “I said you’re not going, and that’s final.”
“I’ll go, and don’t think you’ll lock me up in a room . . . again,” I shoot back.
His eyes darken, and I watch as his hand slips into his pocket.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn, my voice shaking slightly.
He presses the button and the toy inside me comes alive again, buzzing relentlessly. I gasp and grip the edge of the desk to steady myself.
“Stop!” I hiss, shoving his chest.
This isn’t the time or place.
“Beg me,” he says, his voice rough and full of challenge.
I glare at him, my nails digging into his suit jacket as I push him again.
“No,” I say sternly, but he presses it anyways, sending another wave of pleasure through me.
I let out a choked gasp, my body trembling, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of surrendering.
Before he can press the button again, I reach down and grab him by the balls, squeezing just enough to make him freeze.
He didn’t see that coming. Good!
“Why let a toy teach me a lesson,” I say through gritted teeth, leaning closer until our faces are only inches apart, “When you can just do it yourself?”
He wants to play dirty? Then dirty I’ll play!
His breath hitches as a low groan rumbles in his chest, and the remote slips from his hand, landing with a thud on the desk as his lips crash into mine.
The kiss is fierce and unrelenting, all teeth and tongues as he spins me around, pressing me against the desk. His hands are on the zipper of my dress in a heartbeat, yanking it down with urgency.
“You drive me insane,” he mutters against my neck, his warm breath giving me goosebumps.
“Good,” I pant, reaching back to grab his tie to pull him closer.
He doesn’t waste any time. Within seconds, my dress falls to my ankles and he shoves my panties down to join it. He grabs my hip, holding me in place as he spreads my legs open.
“Don’t move,” he growls. I open my mouth to say something but all that comes out is a gasp as he starts to slide into me, the stretch so fucking tight as he works at sliding himself in with the metal toy still inside of me.
“Ciro,” I gasp, my body and brain at war. My brain feels the sting of the stretch and wants to ask him to stop, but my body feels the pleasure mixed with the pain, and begs him to keep going.
“Fuck, little chaos, look at your greedy cunt taking both me and the toy so fucking well,” he groans, his cock sliding in further, making me feel impossibly stretched.
I can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t think as he works himself into me. I never imagined ever feeling fuller than when his cock was seated inside me, but this . . .
“Fuck!” I curse as he pulls out almost completely and rams back into me, faster and harder than I’d expected, making my walls try to clench around both him and the toy.
“Such a tight fit, but fuck, do you still feel like fucking heaven,” he groans as he starts building his pace, his hands gripping my hips to keep me from pulling away.
The first thrust is hard, pushing me against the desk with my nails digging into it, and the second has me groaning so long and deep that I don’t even care if someone hears me.
“Still want to talk back to me? Defy me?” he asks, his voice mocking even as he lets out a groan when my walls clamp around him as he angles in a slightly different way that has me almost seeing stars.
“Yes,” I manage to gasp, “I’ll always talk back to you.”
I moan as he rams into me again, and though I know it’ll be next to impossible with the amount of pleasure coursing through me as he brings me higher and higher, sending me barreling towards my release, I try hard to muffle my sounds.
He lets out a low, dark laugh, thrusting in deeper and quicker. “We’ll see about that.”
Each thrust feels new and different. I can never get used to being stuffed this full or brace myself enough as my hips dig into the desk with the force of each wild thrust. I bite down on my lip to keep myself from screaming his name, but how long can I stay quiet? When his hand grips my neck like a necklace and his cock and the toy spread me open so fucking wide, it’s hard not to want to call out in pleasure.
“Ciro,” I moan, my voice breaking. It’s too good, too much, yet not enough. I want to come, want to explode in a way I know I never have before, but I don’t want it to end. Not when it feels so fucking good like this.
Will this man be my end? Yes! But do I mind? Fuck, no!
“As much as I want everyone to know who you belong to, your moans are for my ears only right now,” he growls, his hand choking me tighter.
“Hmmm!” I moan out, unable to hold back anymore.
He groans, his grip tightening on my hip as he pushes me closer to the edge.
“That’s it, little chaos. Come for me and I’ll let you travel.”
Fuck him! Fuck! I was already going, whether he liked it or not.
My eyes land on the remote next to me and an idea pops into my head, and I thank God for Ciro not being able to see the smirk that turns up my lips. When his lips meet my right shoulder, I reach over with my left hand, grabbing the remote and looking it over to try to figure out which button I need to push. Thinking I have the right one, I push it and instantly feel the vibrations start up again.
“Fuck!” His curse tears out of him as the vibration hits him too. Now he knows just how dirty I can play at his game.
“That’s for interrupting me,” I say, holding back my moan as I press the button again.
His groans send something colder down my stomach and I swear he’s already thinking of ways to punish me.
“I will not let this slide, you know that,” he growls, grabbing my chin and turning my face towards his.
I can’t decide what turns me on more, the fact he’s still inside me or how he reacted to the vibrations.
“Good,” I smirk, letting the fire in my eyes show him that I won’t back down. And just like I expect, that one look, one tiny act of defiance I know he hates to love, has him pounding his cock inside me so hard and fast, I swear the metal will be a part of me by the time he’s done with me.
The pressure inside of me explodes as I come undone shamelessly, my body trembling as waves of pleasure wash over me so strong and intense that my ears ring, my lungs seize, and my eyes see stars.
“Fuck!” he curses, burying himself deep inside me as he lets out an animalistic groan.
“I like filling you up, little chaos,” he whispers in my ear, his breathing still imbalanced.
I barely hear his words as I struggle to come down from my orgasm, my legs shaky as I use the desk to hold me up.
“Stay still, baby,” he says after he pulls out of me.
I don’t think I could move yet even if he asked me to.
“Let me,” he says as he bends over and parts my legs a little wider, his eyes staying glued to mine as his fingers find their way into me.
How can I still find it in me to moan? Not having the answer to that, I close my eyes and throw my head back as his fingers search inside me for the metal toy that started all of this in the first place.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss, grabbing a fistful of his hair the moment two more fingers push their way into my aching, soaking wet pussy.
“Found it,” he announces, slowly pulling it out of me.
He’s doing this on purpose. Of course he is. I let out a long breath as my walls contract again.
“You play dirty,” I mutter, watching him as he stares at the wet object . . . and then back at me.
He wouldn’t.
“Lick it, little chaos,” he orders with a smirk.
He would!
There is no protest left in me, no final attempt to hang onto my shame one last time. My body moves on its own and within seconds, the sting of salty cum and my juices fills my taste buds and God, do we taste so damn good!
“You’re impossible,” I mutter, as he leans in to clean the sides of my lips with his tongue.
“And you, little chaos, are irresistible,” he replies, his voice smug as he pulls me into his arms and places a kiss on my forehead, before he begins to help me get dressed again.