Eleven
A sadness that I haven’t truly let myself experience seeps into my bones on the ride back from my parents’ house in Brooklyn. Almost like he can sense it, Nori’s big body curls up beside me on the backseat, and I stroke behind his ear, loving the comfort him being near brings me.
Shockingly, last night, my brother made a call to Luca, asking permission from Junior that I could go visit my mother and spend the night. I found it very out of character that he agreed; however, no part of me wanted to question it. Thoughts of what Junior’s last night in town meant for me had plagued my mind all day. It hasn’t gone unnoticed that ever since Trent saw the bruises on my neck, Luca and Micah have suddenly been much more involved in my daily activities and itinerary.
My mom and I stayed up all night, reminiscing over a couple of bottles of wine. We wept, we laughed, we talked. She told me how sorry my father was about arranging my marriage, but that he was always looking out for our best interests. He knew Gio Senior would not stop until he had what he wanted. I held it together when she said that it always gave my dad peace to know Junior was so much better than his father. It felt like she was studying my reaction as if fishing for more information.
In the end, I have a feeling he knew exactly how untrue that actually was …maybe my mother does too.
Guilt has been burning in my gut ever since I said bye to her. Deep down, I knew my father didn’t have another choice, but I never let up on my anger toward him because of my situation. Unfortunately, I also allowed that strain to pass down to my mother.
Since he was killed, I’ve been so consumed by figuring out the truth behind my father’s death that I haven’t let myself grieve properly. The second I pulled out of my childhood home and realized my dad would never walk through those doors again, it hit me with a force I couldn’t push aside. Sadness, grief, guilt…all of which I blame on Gio and Junior. Deep down, I know he had something to do with his death.
For once, thoughts of Junior turn my sour mood into something positive. He leaves today for almost a month, and that knowledge relieves me in more ways than one. Not only will it give me a break from his presence and all the shit that comes with it, but I’ll also be able to sneak away to spend time with Trent. I’m playing a dangerous game that may blow up in our faces. I’m clinging to the fact that it will work out. It has too . I can’t lose him again, hell I can’t lose myself again.
I was so pissed when Junior had Luca bring me to Sinner’s yesterday, but learning he approved Luca and Micah to take me to Nori Beach was well worth it. Of course, he had his own set of rules, including I can only be gone for five days instead of the week I originally asked for. Other than that, his stipulations seemed reasonable. Although I was half listening to his conversation with my brother and bodyguard because my brain was a complete wreck, imagining Trent in the back room with a stripper.
The rational side of my brain knew he wouldn’t do anything, but the way he let her touch his arm and lead him to the back had me seeing red. It was the first time in a while I had almost said fuck it and completely lashed out, not caring about the consequences. But then reality calmed me, in the form of my brother subtly rubbing my arm, and I knew I couldn’t put anyone I loved in danger over my jealous ego.
When Luca took me to Trent, and all he wanted was a moment alone with me, I felt like such an asshole for assuming the worst. Our conversation from the hotel should have proven to me how invested he is in everything else. I’m just so fucked up from the walls I’ve had to build around myself the past few years; it’s hard to rationalize things sometimes.
The second his body touched mine, I lost all my senses; I could think of nothing else but needing the fresh reminder of what his lips felt like on mine.
No matter how many times I’ve tried recalling and reminiscing, nothing could have done yesterday justice. Just the thought of that kiss lights my body up and makes my thighs clench. It feels like forever since I’ve even felt a semblance of that connection.
The lust and need.
Luca rolls down the window, punching in the code to gain us access to the Santini estate, aka my living hell. I’m thankful and shocked when we pull in and find out Junior has already left for Italy.
How did I get so lucky to not have to see that asshole before he left for weeks?
The thrill thrumming through me when I notice Trent’s car outside is far from what a woman married to the head of the New York Cosa Nostra should feel for another man.
Even more so, how the hum of his deep voice sends heat to my core when I hear him speaking to Rebecca about Vito in the great room.
His whispered words from the club run on repeat in my head as I take the steps to my room and a reckless idea forms in my mind. The freedom of knowing my husband is no longer stateside already has me feeling like the old Ashley again.
Fun. Carefree. Sexy. Alive. His .
We still have so much we need to discuss, but right now, my throbbing core couldn’t care less about the details in between.
I get Nori settled in his bed before hurrying through the door of my sewing room, and finding my hidden box. The one containing the only thing that has gotten me off in the last three years.
Long, thick, and green. The Sexy Joker. An ode to Trent, even if nothing compares to the real thing. Just the thought of him in that costume the first night we had sex has wetness pooling between my legs.
With my vibrator in my hand and a pillow tucked under my arm, I head into my bathroom. I know Trent will seek me out, and that’s exactly what I want. I leave the door unlocked, because if Luca comes to check on me, he won’t come into my bathroom without permission… But Trent will.
My phone rings loudly from where I sat it down on the bathroom counter. Glancing over at it, I see Junior’s name flash across the screen. For once, I don’t have to answer, because he isn’t here to come home and reprimand me. Again, I refuse to let the sound of his voice ruin the excitement rushing through my body. He has taken so much from me, and he’s been successful many times, but he can’t take this.
He can’t take away me getting off to the idea of the only man who has ever truly worshipped my body walking in on me at any minute.
Trent
Unfortunately, Vito is doing slightly better today. He was more alert and hasn’t run a fever in the last twenty-four hours. I’m not looking forward to him watching over our shoulder while Junior is out of town.
“She’s upstairs,” Luca says, and I’m already heading that way. “There are guys on the perimeter who know exactly how long you are here, so don’t overstay your welcome.”
“Thank you.” I nod to the corner. “Are you still good to take care of the footage?”
“All good.” He motions for me to go ahead, and I don’t hesitate, taking the steps two at a time, anticipation making my heart race. Luca confirmed there are no cameras in Ashley’s actual rooms, but the hallways leading to them have several. Thankfully, with Junior and Joey gone and Vito still down, Luca is the one in charge of the interior camera footage.
When I reach her sewing room, I gently push her door open, not wanting to scare her. The pink stained-glass lamp in the corner of her room is on, but Ashley and Nori are nowhere to be found. My eyes continue to scan the room, and I make a mental note that when she is out of this hellhole, I'll do everything in my power to make sure she's designing and creating for the whole world to see. She’s so talented and deserves to show that off, out of the confines of this room.
Just as I make a turn to exit back into the hallway in search of her bedroom, I hear a light buzzing sound. Stopping in my tracks, I listen harder and, sure enough, the vibrating sound continues.
At first, I think maybe it’s her phone somewhere in the distance, until I hear Ashley’s breathy moan.
Is she?
Another moan.
Fucking hell, she is.
Without question, I close the door to her sewing room. Locking us in, I walk the few feet to her bathroom door. The sound of the vibrator sliding through her wetness has my cock pulsing against my scrub pants.
I slowly open the ensuite bathroom door, unable to resist seeing the fantasy in person.
And there she is…the sweetest fucking temptation. The smirk on her pretty face tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.
She’s a vision of the wild, sexy girl I once knew. Naked except for a thin lace bra that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, she fucks herself with a green toy. I groan at seeing her like this. It’s been so damn long.
“You trying to torture me, Doll?” I lick my lips and bite my tongue, trying to resist the urge to pull her from that tub and give her what I know she really wants.
“Trent…” Ashley pulls the toy all the way out as she whimpers, and the sight of it covered in her juices has me gripping my self through my pants. “Meet The Joker.” Her eyes roll back as she pushes it all the way in again.
I smirk at the memory. A shirtless joker eating out the gorgeous little bunny, face paint and all, her fingers digging into my green-sprayed hair.
“Well, I’ve never been so jealous of something that takes batteries in my life.” Chuckling, I take another step into her ensuite.
“Fuck, I can almost remember what that pussy feels like squeezing my cock.” I give myself another squeeze, and she moans, letting her head fall back against the pillow she has behind her in the bathtub.
Ash starts moving the toy in and out faster. “Pretend it's me, baby. Give it a little twist.”
I drop to my knees beside her, needing to be as close as possible. “That’s it. You are taking me so well.”
She does as I say, and I lean into her ear. “You are so fucking sexy. My dick is rock hard at just the thought of being inside of this beautiful body. Fuck yourself, just like that.” Her speed picks up. In and out. In and out. Until her phone rings, breaking the spell, and I feel her tense.
I reach between her legs, moving my hand over hers that’s holding the toy, and I slowly push it into her. “Ignore it, Ash.”
Her eyes focus on me, voice raspy and even more turned on. “Fuck me, Trent.”
“Baby, you can pretend this is me for now. But you’ll know when it's my cock sliding in and out of this pussy.”
She reaches her free hand up, rubbing her thumb over my bottom lip. “I’ve missed this filthy mouth.” Opening my mouth, I pull her thumb in, sucking it and letting it pop out .
“And I’ve missed every fucking thing about you,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her thumb before she lowers her hand to grip onto the tub.
“I’m so close, Trent.” No sooner than she moans the words, her damn phone rings again. Of course, taking her out of the moment once more.
“I’ll silence it. Don’t stop,” I say, standing, and sure enough, the name Junior flashes across her screen.
When I turn back, I see the furrow of her brow as she shuts the toy off. “Maybe I should answer it. What if he sends someone up here to check on me that isn’t Luca?”
Hating that she has a point, I nod and swipe the call for her.
“Ashley, why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone?” he barks. I have to swallow my flicker of rage at how he speaks to her.
“I jumped in the bathtub after I returned from my mother’s,” she says simply, smirking at me.
“Yeah, about that… Not sure how Micah convinced me into that one, but you’re welcome.”
I hit the mute button. “Fuck this guy. Lie back and relax.”
A nervous look flashes across her flash, but it's quickly replaced by mischief. There’s my girl.
Without turning the toy on, I run it through her slick folds, bringing it up to her clit and rubbing in circles just the way she loves.
“It was a nice visit. Did you make it to Italy?” she asks, her voice heavy with lust he’s probably never heard from her.
“No, Ashley, how could I already be in Italy? We stopped in Florida to pick up Don Cardi. ”
Her eyes roll back, and she grabs my wrist like she’s begging for more. A little whimper leaves her lips.
“Did you hear me?” Junior’s voice draws her attention.
“Yes, sorry, I’m just getting out of the bathtub, and I’m a little…occupied.”
I raise my eyebrows at that. More than a little occupied, babe.
“Whatever. Get back to the ridiculous girlie shit you’re doing.”
I lean down, biting her nipple through the lace, putting my free hand over her mouth to muffle the moan I know my forbidden touch will elicit.
“Ashley, I expect you to behave and dress like the wife of the boss of the Cosa Nostra while I’m gone… Don’t disappoint me.”
Nibbling her neck, I whisper into her ear. “If only he could see his pretty little wife getting fucked by this toy now. What would he say?”
Her thighs clench at my words and she rushes out, “Kay, I will. Buh bye,” before hanging up. “Fuck, why was that so hot?” she says on an exhale, pressing the button on the vibrator again, her back arching off the tub.
The bastard is easily forgotten. My cock doesn’t miss a beat as it pulses against my pants at the sight of her. “Now I want to see you come.” I trail the vibrator back to her center.
“I have something I want to see too,” she says breathlessly, nodding to my pants.
“Oh yeah?” I smirk, and she nods eagerly.
I look to the other side of the bathroom. “Does that door go to your bedroom? ”
“Yes, but Nori’s in there. What about the couch in my sewing room?”
I don’t respond with words. Instead, I pick her up, carrying her into her room and sitting her with the toy still inside her pussy down on her couch.
I squeeze my hard cock as she looks up at me. “You want to see this?”
“Yes,” she groans, grinding onto her toy. “All these girls are hung up on guys in sweatpants, but I’ve never seen anything sexier than your hard cock in these thin scrubs.”
I chuckle. “Well, hopefully, most doctors aren’t walking around with a boner in front of everyone.”
“True…you are never allowed to do that,” she says, narrowing her eyes.
I love jealous Ashley, even if she has absolutely nothing to be insecure about.
Ripping said scrubs down, I give my cock a tug. “Only for you, Doll.”
“Now make yourself come while I watch.” She begins fucking herself with the green toy, and with each stroke of my hand, I beg myself not to come before she does.
“You have no idea how fucking hot this is,” I tell her, my voice husky and full of want.
Ashley’s gaze flits back to the hand stroking my shaft every few seconds, followed by her eyes rolling into her head and her back bowing off the velvet couch. Just when I think she’s about to come, she slows down and teases herself. Dragging her eyes from my precum-covered tip, throbbing, begging to explode, they meet mine again. She tugs her bra down, exposing her breasts, and whispers, “Come on me. ”
Fuck, she has no idea how many times I have gotten off to this exact fantasy over the past three years.
“Please. You know I love it,” Ashley whimpers, moving her hips in tandem with the toy, and my body shudders at the sight, my orgasm so close I can feel it coming, and there will be no stopping it.
“You want me to make a mess of you, baby?”
“Oh fuck, please, Trent. Please,” she begs as I move over top of her, one arm on the back of the couch to hold myself in place. This orgasm is going to rip through me.
“Shit…I’m about to come,” Ashley moans, her eyes never leaving mine, and I get lost in her beautiful blue orbs as I erupt all over her in the next breath.
She’s a vision. Cum dripping from her chin, over her nipples, down into the lace of her bra. And I’ve never seen a sexier sight as her tongue pokes out, swiping below her lips, attempting to taste my cum. She closes her eyes, savoring the moment…sated, happy, relaxed.
I would give anything to keep her that way.
“Can I get you anything?” I ask, swiping my finger through the cum on her chin and pushing it into her mouth, wanting to make sure she got a good taste of me. She opens immediately, and I take the opportunity to lean down, giving her a long, languid kiss.
When we finally break apart, she shakes her head, a dazed smile on her face. “No, I’m going to hop in the shower. Wanna join?”
“As much as I want to carry you into that shower and clean you up myself, I need to leave,” I say, pulling up my pants. And there are few worse feelings than having to leave her so soon after being with her like this.
Her voice sounds more vulnerable when she asks, “When can I see you again?”
I run my finger down her neck, loving how she looks painted in my cum.
“You can see me whenever you want. Tell me when and where.”
Without hesitation, she responds, “Tomorrow night. Hotel Luxure. I’ll say I’m spending the night with my mom again.”
I bite my lip, leaning in to kiss her again. “It can’t come soon enough.”
Sweeping my tongue over hers, I groan, pulling back. Fuck, I don’t want to leave.
I tuck my greedy hands in my scrub pockets. “Leave your phone here so it can’t be traced. And I’ll text Luca the details.
She smirks when she notices where I have to stuff my hands to keep them off her. “Okay, smart.”
Before I reach her door, I look back over my shoulder. “And Ash...”
Ashley leans up on elbows and tilts her head, looking sexy as fuck, waiting on my question.
“Do you still have that little blue dress?”
It takes her a second, and then a wide smile spreads across her face as she nods. She knows what I want.
“Good, wear it. And come find me.” I wink, heading out the door, feeling like I’m walking on cloud nine.