Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
B ianca
I’m dressed and ready to go to the wedding. The dress I’m wearing is about as nun-like as I could stand. It’s the kind of tent thing that I can’t stand normally. But I’m only trying to make it to dinner. I don’t want to go. All I want to do is curl up under the covers and pretend today isn’t happening.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I remember the way I cried all over Sandro last night. It was so fucking embarrassing because I couldn’t stop crying. Every time I thought I was done, it started all over again. Sandro was pissed, ready to kill someone.
The only reason why he didn’t press it was because I would begin crying all over again. At least he understood it was about a guy. And if he knew it was Gaetano, he would have killed him, no matter what I said.
This morning, I expected him to ask me about it. I was going to tell him that I was worried I was pregnant. Except I didn’t know how the dad would react. But no. It wasn’t about the way I cried myself to sleep last night. He asked if I could stay in a suite for a week so he and Carina could get some alone time.
A little piece of me was glad it was only for a week. But it didn’t matter, because soon it would be out completely. So I forced a smile and said, Sure, it sounded like fun.
Running a hand over my stomach, I sigh. Still no period. I wish I was better at keeping track of the damn thing. Since I didn’t have a great first few days, I simply hid from it and pretended like I didn’t know it was coming. I only had a window of about a week when I thought it would come, and three or four days later, it would happen. At school, in explanation for my period it was a ten minute lecture telling us that Eve was to blame—don’t be a slut.
As soon as I walk into the big ballroom, I’m met by an usher who guides me down the aisle to the front. Great. I get a great view of my brother tying himself to a brat who doesn’t care about him the way he cares for her. Right now would be a wonderful time to be drunk or high.
Gazing around the ballroom, I’m annoyed by being impressed. It’s beautiful. Will I ever have this with Gaetano? Well…not this exactly. I don’t want a wedding with obnoxious flowers and trying to figure out seating charts. I want a marriage. A ring on my finger so I don’t need a bite on my neck.
Lost in hazy memories. I don’t pay attention to the ceremony. Despite the fact that I can clearly see Gaetano, I don’t dare look directly at him. There’s no way I could hide what I feel for him. With the amount of people here, someone will see it.
Gaetano
Is this day ever going to end? I’m frustrated at the way Bianca is sad, and she won’t look at me. How badly did I fuck up last night? I left before I did what I wanted to do. Apparently, I didn’t leave soon enough.
My phone alerts at the same time Sandro’s does. We share a look. Reading the text, we’re up from the table and outside in the hallway. There are too many damn people. I flick my phone open and return the call. The call is answered.
“The women’s shelter, we got hit. Paul and Victor are not looking good. It’s the Triad. Because we stopped that truck last week.” Mauricio doesn’t sound good himself.
“We’re on our way,” Sandro assures him and nods at me to end the call.
“I’m going to make my exit. Give me two minutes.”
I nod. I’m fucked up in the head because I’m glad for the blood that’s about to spill. I need to work out this anger on someone who isn’t Bianca.
Sandro is out of the ballroom carrying Carina. He sets her down on her feet and assures her that we’ll be back soon.
Luca is coming up in the elevator as Sandro and I approach it.
“What’s going on?” He asks.
“The women’s shelter here in Vegas was hit. It’s the Triad. They made it clear it was payback for the cargo we stopped and saved the other day.” I answer him. We get in the elevator, pressing the button for the floor the office is on. “Our men handled the cleanup, but we need access to the cameras to find them.”
Luca’s jaw goes hard. “The Chinese and human trafficking. They would sell their own mothers if they got enough money.”
In the office, Sandro dials into Valdez, leaving the line open. No surprise he answers on the first ring. Even less surprise, he is aware of why we’re calling. “Mr. Leonetti, I have the location of them and where they ran to. Where they ran to is filled with high-ranking members of the Triad. Things could very well get bad. A warning I feel I must extend to you before you make your decision.”
Sandro doesn’t hesitate. “I’m aware of how deadly the Triad is. We lost thirteen men when we went up against them the last time they tried bringing women through, and they retaliated. They should have remembered that. It’s too bad. They failed to endure peace. Now they better be prepared for war.”
A dark chuckle comes through the line. “I should not have wasted my breath. How can I further be of service?”
Dominic enters. “I want at least a dozen men here protecting our women and the hotel. They had to know we’d hit back. I’m concerned they are attempting to draw us away.”
I freeze. The thought of them getting to Bianca has fire running through my blood.
Luca is calm. “Whether it’s to draw us away or not, Carina is safe.”
Once the plan is set. I take a gun from the ones presented.
Sandro shakes his head.
I can’t believe him. “It should be me and you. Luca stays back and runs the place while we’re gone.”
Another shake of his head. “It needs to be Luca so people will remember it’s not just Luca. This is the Outfit. I might be the new face of us, but it is an us that will hit them with full force.”
The bloodlust clears. Damn it. Why does he have to make sense?
Bianca
I’m pacing. I can’t help it. For two long days, Sandro, Luca, and Dominic have been gone.
I woke up this morning to be told by Bobby that Sandro was back, sleeping off the last few days. It was a warning not to disturb him so he could get the rest he needed.
Carina appears like she doesn’t have a care in the world with a stupid cup of tea. How can she not care about him after everything he has done for her?
“He is working himself into his grave to get away from you. Sandro is going to end up dead, and it will be all your fault. If it were any other woman, he would have stayed?—”
“Bianca!” Sandro yells at me like he never has before. “How dare you speak to Carina in such a manner? You are to treat her with respect. Pack a bag, I’ll have your things delivered once you’ve found a new place. For tonight, you’re going back to the suite in old Vegas. If Gaetano kills you, it’s your own damn fault.”
Is he seriously kicking me out?
He goes to the house phone and tells the hotel operator to connect him with Gaetano. “I hate to bother you, and you can say no, but can Bianca stay with you for a few days? She can’t stay in the penthouse because of the shit she’s said to Carina. I’ll have Natasha handle taking her to check out other properties, but for tonight, I don’t want her around Carina.”
There’s a pause, I think he’s going to say no. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”
This is bullshit. “I’m not staying with him.”
“Fine. Then figure out where you’re sleeping on your own. But you aren’t staying here.” He answers with anger shimmering in the air around him.
“She’s making you miserable. She doesn’t care about you. I call her on it, and I’m the bad guy? This is bullshit!”
“Pack a bag. Or I will.”
“It’s okay. Please don’t fight with your sister. I’m sorry.” Carina steps between us.
“Bianca, you have five minutes.” He hits the timer on his watch.
Fuck everyone. I grab my purse and phone and walk out.
I’m shaking with rage all the way down the elevator. In the parking garage, a black SUV blocks me in.
It’s Gaetano. “Get in.”
I stare at him. My mind is whirling with so many thoughts that they overwhelm me. Do I want to get in his car? Yes. So that’s all that matters.
“How did you get here so quickly?” I ask as I close the door.
“Because I was already leaving when he called me.”
“This is such bullshit. He’s mad because I’m right. Sandro is working himself to the point of exhaustion so he can stay away from her. At the same time, he’s showering her with diamond earrings, necklaces, a new phone, and a new laptop. And she won’t even speak to him. I say something and he kicks me out.” I knew this would happen, a part of me hoped I was wrong.
His sigh fills the SUV. “It wasn’t your place to say anything. He has to figure it out on his own. There’s also the fact he loves her. Nothing you say is going to change that.”
“I’m not trying to change anything. All I was doing was calling her out. How does she not understand how lucky she is to have him?”
“Obviously, he’s done something that leaves her feeling unlucky to have him. I believe it because Sandro wouldn’t grovel and beg forgiveness if he did nothing wrong.”
“What?” It doesn’t make sense to me.
Shaking his head, he parks, and I realize we’re here faster than I thought we would be. “It means he fucked up. And until he’s paid back what he did to her, she’s not going to forgive him. Stay out of it.”
Sandro did something wrong? That doesn’t sound like him. He’s intelligent, maintains control of his emotions and a situation in a way others wish they could but can’t. How would he mess up with her?
Gaetano has my door open and takes my hand in his. “You’re not the boss of me,” I mutter as I get out of the vehicle.
“Yes, I fucking am. Behave.” He hisses as we walk into the building.
It feels like I never left as I walk the hallway to the elevator. I’m grateful when no one meets us before the elevator closes. Gaetano’s eyes are on me. I savor his eyes on me, glad I don’t have to hide how badly I want this man.
“Where’s the fun in behaving?” I tease as we step into the elevator.
Gaetano shakes his head. “This isn’t why you’re here. You’re sleeping in your old room, away from me.”
I exhale very slowly, it’s still a week from knowing for sure if I’m pregnant. If I kill him now, it could ruin everything.
Opening the door to the suite, he steps back so I can enter ahead of him.
“All right. If you say so, I’m going to bed.” I don’t miss the shock on his face at my lack of arguing.
“Aren’t you going to have dinner?”
I shake my head. “I’m not hungry. I’d rather get some sleep. Night.”
It’s satisfying to leave him standing bewildered in the living room as I go into my room without another word.
Closing the door, I look around the room. No changes have been made, not really surprising since he’s only moved in about two weeks ago. In two minutes, I’m undressed and under the covers. Then I remember why I’m doing this, and throw back the covers.
In order to focus on the feel of what I’m doing, I close my eyes as I slide my fingers inside my steaming wet pussy. My other hand cups my full, heavy breast and teases the nipple with my thumb. I recall the memory that makes me the most wet: me on my knees with Gaetano using my mouth in anger. The way he controlled me, needed me to appease his upset.
A moan escapes me. I’m taking my time, reveling in the freedom to not hide furtively under the covers as I seek release from tension that’s tying me up in knots. What was it I loved so much about it? Was it the way he controlled me? Maybe it was how he needed me to be the one to soothe him.
“Oh,” I sigh as I remember the way his hand wrapped around my throat and the warning squeeze he gave. A swipe of my middle fingertip over my hard clit yanks a moan from me. No, I want to go slow. I want to make this last.
“You witch,” Gaetano growls from above me.
Opening my eyes, I meet black ice head-on. I raise an eyebrow up at him. “Witch?”
“You have put a spell on me. And you’re enjoying my pain.”
Smiling wide, I shake my head. “I’m not enjoying your pain. I’m simply making sure I’m not alone in this.”
“Three fucking years, brat. You are far from alone.” Black runs over me. “Keep going. I want to see you come. Tell me what’s making your sweet pussy so wet.”
“When you took my mouth and fucked it roughly,” I whisper.
Closing his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong. I was out of control.”
“I know, and I loved it.” I don’t let him hide. “I love when you lose control. It always feels like you’re barely moved by me…or anything we do.”
His sigh is heavy. “You’re a hell of a lot smaller than I am. I should never have touched you while I was so angry.”
I catch his hand and bring it up to my mouth. “I’m telling you that I’m imagining you doing it to me again because it was so hot, I have no doubt the memory of it will make me come. And you’re not listening.”
Black softens as his hand runs down my chest to tweak a nipple. “Brat. You’ll always get your way. Including now. You want an orgasm so badly. From now into the early morning, you’ll have twenty orgasms.”
At first, I smile at his promise, until I consider it. “Twenty, isn’t that a little?—”
“Excessive? Oh yes, it very much is. By the time you get to fifteen, you’ll be begging me to stop. Once you get to twenty, you’ll be so sensitive you might cry.” A thumb runs over my lower lip. “Now, let us begin. Show me how you come.”
He can’t mean it, can he? It’s a challenge I’m interested in taking on. By the time I get to fifteen, I bet myself that I can ensure he falls asleep before we get to twenty.
My fingers go deep inside, loving the way his eyes run over me. In only minutes, I’m coming hard, with a little moan of his name. It’s lovely the way I float in pleasure.
“Again.” Is a taunt.
Oh, I’m so sensitive, it’s less than a full minute before a small shudder runs through me.
“One more time, brat.” Is an order.
I remember from the last time he used his fingers were deeper inside me and he tipped them up…right? Plunging my fingers deep, I try to rub where he did, but nothing is happening. Frustrated, I try harder.
A rough hand wraps around my wrist and pulls it up to his mouth. He sucks my fingers into his mouth, sucking deep. This man is so disgustingly sexy, he takes my breath away. Before I can argue, his fingers replace mine inside me.
Those fingers know exactly what they’re doing. Thick, hot, they find that spot. I did that, but god, it feels better when he does it.
Oh god, oh god. Please. I hit my climax too fast and shatter.
I’m still shivering when he picks me up. “It’s time for a bath. I have a toy that I think you’ll like.”
“What is it?” Wary now, I don’t trust his smile.
“Wait and see.” He chuckles as he settles me into the bathtub in his attached bathroom.
“I knew this thing had jets in it. Mine is just a soaking tub, there aren’t any jets. Sandro was mean. He didn’t want me to use this one.”
“I’m sure he didn’t want to have to worry about coming home to find you in it.” Gaetano is dry as he turns on the water.
Huh, I never thought of that.
While I’m annoyed Gaetano is still in his suit, it’s kind of hot. The way he’s so civilized in his suit, yet right beneath it are yummy muscles and sexy tattoos. Today, his suit is a dove gray with a white shirt and a white and gray striped tie.
He leaves the bathroom, and I slip beneath the warm water. Oh, this is nice. I open my eyes to find Gaetano studying me with hooded eyes. His suit jacket and tie are gone, while his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He’s carrying a box and a small bottle. Then he shows me what they are.
I blush at the sight of the anal plugs going up in size. I’m unable to read the label of the small bottle, but I have no doubt it’s lube.
“Turn around and open your ass for me.” It’s an order.
I’m embarrassed by how quickly I move to do as he bids.
His chuckle glides down my spine. “That’s my good girl. So greedy for her orgasm. Those three barely took the edge off.”
Even though I’m expecting it, I flinch when a thick finger runs down from the top of my ass crack to the bottom. A part of me is still fearful of the pain his immense cock could cause by fucking my ass, yet I’m also desperate to discover how it feels. Wanting to please him, I open my ass wider for him.
“Adding your ass to the way I’ll be giving you the twenty orgasms will lessen the pain of constantly pushing you over the edge by your clitoris. As you so quickly learned when you attempted to bring yourself off through your g-spot.” One lone finger, covered in slippery lube, pushes into me.
“Pain?” I bite my lip as I try to figure out if I’m in pain or not yet. No, not yet. There is pressure, but no pain.
Bending over me, his mouth is at my ear. “If you’re in pain, you can say you want to stop, and it will.”
Tension eases at his promise. Although it never crossed my mind that I couldn’t. I gasp when the middle knuckle slides deeper.
“There you go, you can take it. God, your ass is so fucking gorgeous.” Teeth sink into the middle of a cheek. Oh my god, it sends wet heat rushing to the center of me.
For years, I worried about how big my ass was. I love how Gaetano finds this part of me sexy. So hungry for me that he bites me as though he wants to devour me.
“Such a good girl you are, you took my entire finger. Look at you, moving on my finger without me having to do a thing.” His chuckle ends in a sigh. “I think you’re ready to try the middle one. Yes, you can. You can take everything I give you.”
I breathe deep as I work to accept the hard silicone inside me. Oh god, it’s so bigger than it looked. Ouch, ouch. My lungs won’t work as the toy goes deeper. “Gaetano.”
“Yes, baby. I’m right here. Tell me what you need.” He croons low in his chest.
“It hurts,” I whine, and hate it escaped me.
“Ah, my poor baby. Let me help you.” Is a murmur low as those fingers find my melting center. A slight brush over my swollen clit has me gasping.
“Swollen, hot to the touch, so needy for your climax. A little rub is all you need.”
Putting his words to action, two fingers swipe over my clitoris again and again. Sending me hard into a climax. I’m still shaking at the same time he pushes the plug until it’s seated in me. Oh my god. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever known—believed possible. An odd emptiness that needs to be filled, the plug isn’t enough. I need his heat, his power taking me over.
I swear his chuckle is mocking. A brief tug on the plug has me clenching it to keep it inside. “You like it. Don’t you?”
All I can do is nod, my head is down—too embarrassed.
A hand wraps around the back of my neck and pulls me back. “Answer me. Do you like it?”
“Yes.” I moan.
“That’s a good girl. Don’t hide from your wants and needs. I’ll give you everything you want and need. As long as you don’t hide it.”
“Please, I need more. I don’t understand why I feel full yet empty at the same time. “
“It’s because you want me—not plastic.” His tongue clicks against his teeth. “You won’t get it just yet. If I take out my cock too soon, we won’t get to twenty. And I do intend to keep my promise.”
Oh god, he tugs it in and out. He’s firm as he moves it within me. No, no way. A climax can’t be building without him touching me anywhere else. Only it is, one minute, two minutes, pressing deeper, he twirls it around. Oh my fucking god. Deeper, please more.
I shatter and sag over the edge of the bathtub.
“And that was five. Give me one more.” Gaetano orders me.
No, I can’t. It won’t work. Please, I’m too sensitive there. Oh, god. Oh god. Gaetano is still working it in and out, demanding I come . I can’t. I just can’t . Oh god. “Harder, more.”
I hit the water and plunge beneath the waves.
Dimly, I’m aware of Gaetano moving behind me. Except it’s at the edge of my periphery. All I want to do is beg him to take me to bed. Only my throat won’t work.
Suddenly, the plug is out, replaced by steel covered in silk. Oh my god, it’s his huge cock. Scorching hot, he works a few inches in and then out. He’s not fucking me hard or deep. Gaetano is going slowly, working to get my body to accept him.
Yes, this is what I want—what I need. I hold my ass open to help him. Now I’m pushing back against the thick length of him. He swears low as he grips my hips and sinks deeper into me. So fucking good. More, please, more.
Answering my prayers, he doesn’t stop until we’re skin to skin, as deep as he can go. For a moment, we both revel in the feeling. Air is getting harder and harder to take in. When he begins moving, a sob escapes me. Good. So fucking good.
Now he’s giving me everything I’m desperate for, harder, faster, deeper. More, more. Please, I can take more.
We shatter against the waves together. A cry of my name echoes around us. Oh dear lord, the sensation of him coming deep inside sends electricity scorching up my spine, and the world goes dark.
I’m woken what feels like only minutes later. When I struggle against him once we get to orgasm thirteen, he gets up and ties me up with his tie. At orgasm fifteen, I hate him and want to kill him. Once we get to eighteen, I’m begging for him to stop. At twenty, he holds me close while buries his cock deep inside me and holds me when I slip into sleep.