Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Niki
Gio put me over his shoulder and stalked to my room where he tossed me on the bed. Before I could scramble away, he’d tugged me down the mattress, my dress sliding up as I went, until all that was between us was the thin strap of material that was my thong.
“I see you still like to be manhandled, Nicolette,” he said quietly.
An image from earlier—Gio napping naked—added to the excitement his smoky voice awoke in me.
I was pulled from my musings when Gio gripped my thighs and flipped me onto my back. With one yank, he ripped the thong from my body. I gasped at the stinging sensation left from the garment being torn in two. Gio’s tongue drove between my puffed slick lips and speared my core like a jackhammer.
“Ohh! Gio!” I couldn’t hold back the tidal wave of arousal that ripped through me like a thunderstorm. Gio was on a mission to teach me a lesson and I didn’t stand a chance. His tongue danced inside me during my orgasm, sparking a second and then a third. I cried out and writhed in his grip but there was no escape from his pillaging tongue.
I was beyond the ability to process the orgasms he forced from my body, losing count of how many there were. There was no glorious oblivion following my descent off the cliff. I never crashed and soaked in the aftermath of pure bliss. I tried to fight them off, but I knew it was futile. No way would Gio stop until he chose to, no matter how much I begged.
“You have forgotten who I am, Niki.” He pulled his tongue out of my thrumming entrance long enough to speak.
“No. Never!” I panted, trying to catch my breath.
“Why did you leave?”
I didn’t dare say the real reason. He’d lose his shit, I just knew he would. I shook my head, as silent tears streamed down my face. Despite the forced orgasms, I still wanted to feel him inside of me. To make all the pain from the past disappear. I knew he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, at least not until I gave him what he wanted.
Maybe he was tired of the position, or maybe his tongue gave out, but I found myself over his lap facing the floor, his knee pressed against my pubic bone as he attached something to my ankles to keep my legs from closing.
“I have ways of getting what I want, tesorina .”
A vibrator buzzed to life at my entrance, positioned at an angle that set off fireworks and had me screaming his name. The vibrator on my clit was pure torture and a fresh wave of orgasms spasmed through me in a continual stream.
I couldn't kick my legs the way he had them spread apart. Instead, I used my fists to pummel his strong calves, but with no results. He suddenly switched tactics, no longer forcing the orgasms and now denying them. My sensitive bud didn’t know if it was coming or going, I was so lost in the sensations. When I finally hung limply over his lap with my cries echoing off the walls, he turned off the buzzing tormenter.
I worked on controlling my sobbing and when I was finally able to take a full breath, his hand crashed down on my backside, and my hands flew to the floor to keep me from tipping off his lap. “You’re mean!” I yelled.
“And you're a brat!” he yelled back, spanking me harder.
His hand came down relentlessly until I finally gave in. “Please Gio, please stop. I will be good and listen to you.”
He unclasped the device that held my legs apart and swung me up to sit on his lap. He gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tipped my face until our gazes locked.
“I am ready to finish my dinner now, Sir.” I used the words that had appeased him in the past.
“Sorry little girl, dinner is secondary to an explanation. What the fuck happened, Niki? Why did you run away?”
There was no getting out of this. I didn’t know what this colder version of my Gio would do if I held back from telling the truth, or worse, what he’d do when he learned of it. He was so much harder than before. I shivered, but from my nerves or from the sustained subspace, I wasn’t sure.
He grabbed a throw blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around me. “Speak, Niki, this will be your only chance to come clean. What happened that day after the football game? Why didn’t you meet with me and Marko as planned?”
“Giovanni… If I tell you, will you promise not to hold it against me?” I asked softly, trying to appeal to his gentler side, praying he still had one.
The denial came hard and fast. “No promises. This is your last warning, Niki. I will tie you to my bed and put a vibrator against your clit for hours, forcing orgasms from you. Your boss will understand when you don’t show up for rehearsal, won’t he?”
If I told him the truth, he wouldn’t understand. Gio had no idea how the thought of something bad happening to him and Marko because of me was paralyzing. I’d felt I had no choice but to do as I did, but in no way was there an expectation on my part that he would be of the same opinion. “I ran away because I was stupid. Something happened and I felt that if you and Marko knew, you’d keep me here and make me be… uh… someone I wasn’t meant to be. I had to go so you would be free, and I needed to stand on my own two feet.” It was a partial truth that could be interpreted many ways.
He studied me like a mafia boss would study a subject they were deciding whether to kill or just torture. It was intimidating to be regarded in that way. I’d never given them reasons to do that in the past. Hell, they hadn’t fully developed their mafia skills when last I’d been with them. A bead of sweat trickled down from my temple and another down my spine, where it pooled between my ass cheeks.
“What happened?” His voice was cold, dangerous and brooked no argument. A darkness snaked its way between us. A barely contained beast waiting to pounce, and I knew there were no more places to hide. Not inside myself, and not out in the world. No more running from my guilt and remorse of not telling him the truth when I had the chance.
“I left because I met someone else.”
I knew my answer was not what he expected, and it was complete bullcrap. There was never anyone else, could never be anyone but he and Marko, but I wasn’t ready to speak the truth and the idea of me wanting to be with another man would put an end to the questioning.
This moment, this truth, would close the life I’d known, and most likely kill all hope I’d carried in my heart that one day they’d forgive me, and we’d start again. The Vitale men were all Doms and held onto what they felt was theirs. By perpetuating a lie about another man, I would be closing the chapter on the life I’d known with them, the life I wanted to rekindle, because I very much doubted, Gio would forgive me leaving them for another.
But at least I’d kept them from going to war and possibly dying. Letting them think I’d cheated on them and been into someone else may forever destroy anything salvageable between us, but it was better than the alternative.