Chapter 28
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Vince
After a few minutes in the bathroom trying to talk down my erection, I give up, returning to the gaming floor. I spot Sal, and my erection fades, replaced by an all-consuming rage I’ve only ever felt once in my life.
Storming across the floor, I take Sal by surprise, shoving him against the wall with my forearm to his neck, the barrel of my gun positioned at his temple. “Touch her again, and I’ll fucking end you,” I promise.
“Gentlemen, my office,” Fabio says calmly, appearing beside me. I lower my gun, holstering it before I release my hold on Sal.
We silently follow the boss to the back, with Sal mouthing to me under his breath, “ Povero coglione superficiale .” He flicks his fingertips from under his chin, and I have to resist the urge to pull out my gun and pop him, consequences be damned .
Fabio glances behind him too late, with Sal playing the role of altar boy.
The boss unlocks his door and gestures to the chairs across from his desk. Taking a seat behind his desk, Fabio says, “I don’t know what’s going on between you two?—”
“Boss, let me tell you,” Sal starts, but shuts his mouth when he notices Fabio twirling a small vial in his hand.
“Nor do I care. Here’s what’s going to happen. Sal, you’re not going to fucking touch Luna again. Vince, you’re not going to fucking pull a gun on Sal again. Understood?”
“Understood,” Sal and I both say in unison.
“Sal, return to your post.”
“Sure thing, boss.” He rises, flashing me a smirk the boss can’t see as he walks out.
“Vince, just a moment,” Fabio says, and I keep my seat. “Do I need to worry about you?” he asks when we’re alone.
“No.” Probably . “But if Sal touches Luna again, he’s the one you should be worried about.”
He sighs. “Christ, man. I thought you were the level-headed one around here.”
I shrug. I used to be, until Luna got under my skin.
“There’ll be repercussions if you kill him,” Fabio warns.
I lean forward in my seat. “I’m all too familiar with those repercussions.”
“Vince, I’m sorry,” he says earnestly. “I didn’t mean to open up an old wound?—”
“No worries, skipper,” I lie.
“Look, Sal’s a fucking idiot, but we can’t have family squabbles in front of the general public. Not with this war we have brewing with John Davis; word gets out, it makes us look weak,” Fabio admits.
“What’s happening on that front?” I ask.
“Still going through the security footage we swiped from Ace’s Wild Boxing Club. So far, nothing,” he admits.
“Who is this John?” We know this much: he’s fucking brazen for trying to take out Romeo Parisi, not once, but twice.
“Isn’t that the question.” Fabio’s pager buzzes, and he grabs it from his pocket and reads the message, sighing. “I’ve got to put out the next fire. You go ahead and call it a night.”
“Sure thing, skipper,” I say, knowing damn well Fabio’s trying to save me from myself.
Good. Somebody needs to.
Returning to my office, I find Luna asleep on my couch. She’s removed her hoodie, using it as a pillow. I make a mental note to get her a blanket and a pillow for when I have to work late.
I fall to my knees, admiring her stunning tits molded to her tank top. She wears the long sleeves to hide her scars, but the bonus is creeps like Sal don’t get to see her like this.
Because that right is reserved for me, the biggest creep of all.
I rub the back of my neck. No doubt I’m giving Luna whiplash with my back and forth. Hell, I’m giving myself whiplash.
Her hand slides underneath the wadded up sweatshirt, revealing a gun—one of my guns—as she points the barrel at me. “Daddy forgot about his gun hidden underneath the sink.”
I laugh, easily disarming her. “And you forgot about being a good girl.” She also forgot to cock the pistol, but I’m not giving her pointers for next time. I click my tongue. “Bad girls don’t come.”
“Who says I haven’t already rubbed one out thinking about that big, sexy Italian man guarding the door?”
Luna
Uh-oh. Vince has that deranged look in his eye like he did after the boardwalk incident. “Vince, I was fucking with you,” I say in a rush.
He silently lifts my skirt and drags my panties down with the barrel of the gun, now rubbing the cold metal back and forth between my pussy lips. “All your orgasms belong to me now. Do you understand?”
“Until the next time you punish me for making your dick hard?” I refuse to cower, even though I’m equally terrified and turned on.
He moves the gun faster, rubbing my clit at just the right angle.
“Oh, God!” I cry out.
He tsks . “All your orgasms don’t belong to him. Who do they belong to?”
“I’m not going to answer your question until you answer mine.”
He laughs darkly. “Luna, the odds are you’ll be punished on a regular basis, but not for making my dick hard. Now, do you want to come on my gun, or do you want to come on my dick?”
“Your dick.” I mewl.
He stops masturbating me with the gun, but he doesn’t move. “Then tell me what I want to hear.”
“Ugh, I so hate you right now.”
“That’s so a dollar.”
“You so owe me ninety-six, asshole.”
He goes to pull my panties up, and I grab his wrists, stopping him. “All my orgasms belong to you.” Something about stubbornness and strength, and I don’t fucking know other than I need to come .
“Good girl,” Vince murmurs, and I practically purr like a kitten as he pulls my panties off, tossing them behind him. He takes a seat on the couch, unbuckling his belt, and I lick my lips as he unzips his pants and shoves down his boxers, freeing his dick. Patting his thighs, he says, “Come take a ride.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” I admit, sitting up on my knees next to him.
“My dick’s happy to teach you.” His dick twitches in agreement. “Climb on.”
I grab ahold of his shoulder, swinging my knee over him to where I’m hovering over his erection.
“That’s it. Now, ease your way down?—”
I sit all the way down in one fast motion, and my mouth falls open on a silent scream. Fuck, that wasn’t the best idea.
“Christ, Luna.” He grits through his teeth. “How many times in one night are you going to try and kill me?”
Maybe it was a good idea after all. “I don’t know, the night’s young.”
Vince grins, reaching for the hem of my tank top, and I lift my arms as he pulls it over my head and tosses it to the floor. In one smooth motion, he reaches behind me and unfastens my bra, adding it to the discarded pile. “Luna,” he says my name reverently, gently tweaking my right nipple, then my left. “So beautiful.”
“Mmm,” I moan, arching into his touch as my pussy clinches wildly.
His head hits the back of the couch.
“What?” I ask.
“Your pussy strangled my dick,” he says with a snarl. “Can you squeeze me like that again?”
I concentrate, squeezing his length with my internal muscles.
“Christ, you’re dangerous.” Vince’s eyes roll back in his head, and I preen. “Move like this.” He grabs my hips, moving me back and forth.
He lets go, and I move my hips like he showed me. “Look at you riding Daddy’s dick.” He smacks my ass cheek hard.
I suck in a sharp breath, stilling my movement.
“Your left cheek looks so pretty with my hand print, I wanted your right to match. Now, don’t stop until you’ve come all over my dick.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I move my hips as my heart races in perfect rhythm to the pulsating in my clit, all the while Vince serenades me with dirty Italian words
Sweat drips down my brow; a droplet lands on my chest, making its way between the valley of my breasts. He darts his tongue out, tasting my exertion before he moves over, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, God, yes.” I hold my hands on top of his head. I’m so damn hot, or maybe the heat’s coming off him.
He releases my nipple with a wet plop . “Eyes open, Luna. Watching you come is a religious experience. Don’t deny me.”
I force my heavy eyes open.
Vince’s good eye is filled with lust and awe and something else, I don’t know what; his glass eye, slightly out of focus.
“You’re throbbing so beautifully around my dick. Let go for me.”
I don’t want to let go; I want to tear down his stupid fucking walls and pry out all his secrets, but my body listens to his command. I throw my head back on a scream. “Oh my God, I’m coming!” My head falls limply on his shoulder.
With eyes closed, my body shakes violently as he thrusts upward hard and fast, filling me with his cum on a garbled cry. He wraps his arms around me, our hearts hammering in rhythm.
Mmm, this feels so… No, not safe !
Tonight, I went from having an advantage to Vince checking my king. And that’s unacceptable.
“Haven’t come down from your post-orgasm high, and you’re already plotting my death.” Vince watches me with an amused expression as I ungracefully dismount from his dick.
“No time like the present.” I grab the gun from the couch, pointing it at him.
Again, the man laughs. Fucking laughs as he grabs my wrist with one hand, easily overpowering me and snatching the gun with his other. “Stop being a bad girl, and get your clothes on. We’re going home. I’m going to feed you, spank you, and fuck you. In that order.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I grumble.