Chapter 32
Chapter
Thirty-Two
Vince
The irony isn’t lost on me that I made Luna eggs in purgatory this morning, because that’s exactly where I am. Purgatory . And the damned thing is I’m the one who locked myself out of heaven.
“Vince, please let me come,” Luna begs as I turn the vibrator on, getting her good and worked up before pressing the stop button.
I tsk . “You should have thought about that before you teased me.”
“I wasn’t teasing you!”
“Liar.” I will give Luna credit for her tenaciousness. She spent the morning trying to drive me mad. Rubbing her bare legs together. Flashing her tits and pussy in that illegal dress. Pulling her plump bottom lip between her teeth. She thinks she’s going to control me with her pussy, and while my dick is on board with that plan, I’ve got more self-control than the little con artist gives me credit for .
“How am I supposed to be in public with this inside me?” she argues.
I lift a shoulder. “Maybe the lesson will sink in: I control this pussy, not the other way around.” I hit the vibrate button, and she moans and writhes so beautifully in the passenger seat. “That’s enough.” I press the stop button.
“I hate you,” Luna hisses, her fire only making my dick that much harder.
“That’s a dollar,” I remind her.
“Owe me ninety-five,” she says through clenched teeth.
“When I drop you off with your friend, do not sneak to the bathroom and remove this vibrator,” I warn her.
“Fine. I’m sure all the men in the coffee shop will enjoy watching my face flush with pleasure; smelling my wet pussy. This was a good idea.” Luna smiles sweetly at me.
I slam on the breaks, pulling over into a vacant parking lot. “Get in the backseat,” I bark.
“What?” she gasps.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I say, my voice strained.
Luna unbuckles, crawling between the front seats to reach the back.
I unbuckle, stepping out and sliding in beside her, closing the door. “Take off your panties, and get on your hands and knees,” I order, my restraint dangerously close to slipping.
Luna reaches down with trembling hands and pulls off her panties, tossing them on the floorboard. She falls to her hands and knees, her mouth slack as her chest heaves.
I fumble with my belt, removing it before I unzip my jeans, letting them fall as I pull out my violently-hard dick. Shifting to my knees, I run my fingers along her pussy lips, reaching inside her and gently pulling out the vibrator. Without warning, I grab her hips and slam my dick inside her.
“Fuck!” she cries, her pussy strangling me at the intrusion.
“You’re right, Luna.” I pull out and slam back in. “If men are going to see your flush face and smell your wet pussy, they’re also going to smell my cum dripping out of you.” I fuck her hard, my pelvis slapping her ass with each thrust. “They’re going to know who this cunt belongs to.” I pull out and slam back in. “Who does this cunt belong to?”
“Oh, God!” Luna cries, her body trembling.
“Try again.” I pound in and out, a man possessed. “Who owns this cunt?”
“Dad-dy,” she moans, and my balls tingle, ready to explode.
“All your pleasure belongs to me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” She whimpers.
I groan, the smell of our sex filling the SUV. Something primal in me has taken over; I couldn’t stop fucking her right now even if I had a gun to my head. “You’re mine, piccola .” The words tumble out of my mouth, and I’m too far gone to worry about taking them back. “ Mine .”
Her upper half crumbles to the seat as her pussy strangles my dick, and any thread of restraint I have snaps. I bruise my hands into her hips as I fuck her like a wild animal, thrusting faster and faster.
“Daddy, please,” she begs, her body so close to release.
And I refuse to let that happen.
It takes all my restraint, but I pull out, and she whines pitifully. “All your pleasure belongs to me…in six days.”
“Ugh, I hate you.”
“Owe me a dollar.” I jerk my slippery dick, so wet from my naughty girl.
“Owe me ninety-four.”
“Mmm.” My balls draw up as I move my hand faster and faster. Spreading her ass cheeks with one hand, a guttural cry leaves my lips as ribbons of cum hit her pussy and thighs.
My chest heaving, I run my finger through the huge load, and with great satisfaction, I push my cum inside her.
So much for that self-control.
“Have fun.” I pull up to the curb.
Luna gives me an eat shit look before opening the door. “Fuck off.”
“There’s my little ray of sunshine.”
She bares her teeth at me, and I chuckle as she slams the door. I watch Luna disappear inside the coffee shop before making my way across the city.
Parking, I walk around the back of the Chess Hall near the dumpster, lurking in the shadows.
The janitor exits through the back door, tossing a bag of trash.
I greet him with an envelope of cash, and he peeks in it before stuffing the payment in his back pocket. “Luna Barone was rejected because a certain board member didn’t want her at the club,” he reports.
“Who?” My baseball bat is in my trunk, ready to bust the kneecaps of Brit Boy.
“Gerald Koch. Big shot Wall Street guy. His daughter Aspen is a member of the club.” The asshole who hired the P.I. “They also poached Maksim Petrov to be Aspen’s coach exclusively.”
“Why did this Maksim Petrov stop coaching Brit Boy; I mean, Wesley Morrell.”
“Brit Boy, I like that,” he says with a chuckle. “That kid’s a punk of the first order. Now why they parted ways when Coach Petrov helped Wesley become a Grandmaster, no one knows. There were rumors of Wesley being difficult to coach, partying too much. A hush-hush rumor of cheating got shut down faster than anything I’ve ever seen.”
“If you had a kid who was into chess and money was no object, who would you choose as their coach? ”
“My humble opinion? I’d choose Bruno D’Agostino. Italian grandmaster and number one in the world until Brit Boy dethroned him.”
“Where is he now?”
“Retired. Moved back to Italy.”
“Let me give you my cell.” I hand him a card with one of my burner phone numbers on it. “I want to be updated weekly about the goings on at the club, specifically concerning Aspen and Wesley. No detail too small.”
“Absolutely. I’m really sorry about your girl, Luna. These rich assholes think they run the world.” He glances at his watch. “I’ve gotta get back to work.”
We shake, and he disappears inside.
I return to the empty parking garage, mulling over my next move. Aspen’s father may think he runs the world, but the Parisi family runs the underworld . An in-person lesson may be in order.
Feeling someone behind me, I turn to find three men a little too close for comfort. “Problem?” I ask, glancing around. I’m surrounded by three more.
They swarm me, and I don’t have a chance to even consider going for my gun strapped to my ankle. I’m dragged to the back of the garage and shoved against the wall.
“You’re making a mistake?—”
A fist connects with my stomach, causing my teeth to rattle.
“No, Vincenzo. You’re the one who made a mistake, conducting business in our territory.”
I groan as another fist lands a solid blow to my ribcage. “I wasn’t conducting family business?—”
Another fist connects with my solar plexus, the wind violently escaping my lungs.
“Tell your boss the next time we find a Jersey flunky in our city, we won’t be as nice.” I’m gifted one last parting shot to my ribs, and I fall to my knees as they walk away.