CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER SIX
C LAIRE
I wiped away my tears and slowly pushed myself into a sitting position. Vino’s body was pure artistry, a masterpiece that provided the perfect escape from the storm of emotions raging inside me. My tongue flicked over my lower lip as my gaze locked onto his thick, veined cock hard, heavy, and tempting. Those deep purple veins snaking up the sides looked like they’d keep him hard for a long time.
It frustrated me how easily I could take Angelo and Vino in my mouth, yet the thought of surrendering myself fully and letting them both taste me felt like crossing a line I wasn’t ready for. If only Angelo wasn’t so fucking good with his tongue, and Vino wasn’t so sexy and good with his, I could hold on to the strength I had before either of them came into my life. But they pushed me emotionally, physically, making me crave things I never thought I would.
The men I’d been with after my last breakup hadn’t been possessive like this. They hadn’t stirred something raw and consuming inside me.
Angelo and I occasionally met at sex clubs where he used various toys to pleasure me. And the way he looked at me from behind that mask? God, in those moments, I felt like I belonged to him.
I kept my eyes glued to Vino’s dick as I forced thoughts of Angelo out of my mind.
Vino totally didn’t listen. He ignored when I told him not to kiss me. The kiss at the restaurant on our non date, the kiss when Vino first arrived tonight, and when he pressed his lips against mine, making me drink my cum. No, no. No. I couldn’t think about those kisses.
They felt so good. I caught myself smiling to myself at work the next day, after our first kiss. Truthfully, I wanted to feel his lips on mine again. But if I got hooked, I’d be fucked. That was why I kept going back and forth on my decision to keep our fuck night. I knew Vino would kiss me again. The asshole knew he got to me, too. Why did he want more than sex from me, anyway? This man could get any woman he wanted. I was a damaged woman who couldn’t give him more than sex.
Vino peeled off his socks, tossing them onto his slacks on the chair beside me.
The naked, sexy Italian man looked good enough to suck off. I jumped down from the counter on shaky legs.
I didn’t bother with short talk. I was getting ready to take this beautiful man for a ride. Kneeling before him, I lowered my head and closed my eyes.
Claire, you deserve this dick. Remember, emotions have no place here.
I was going to get what I wanted tonight only. In a week, I’d reach out to Angelo. The man who was fine with our masked sex play.
Vino placed two fingers under my chin until our eyes locked.
“What are you doing, gorgeous?” He flashed a cocky smirk.
A tremble struck my body at his words.
His tatted abs, the blue eyes, and beautiful curls that stood on end. Fuck, I just wanted to worship all of him.
I stuck my tongue out, licking the bead of precum from the head of his fat dick. “Salty and good.”
He smirked again. “After you’ve come a few times, I’ll feed you another Italian meal.”
I ignored his words, curled my hands around his shaft, and sucked him into my mouth.
My greedy, dirty moans sounded around his length.
My free hand went to his ass of steel. Was it wrong I wanted to slide my tongue along that sexy V leading to his dick?
I didn’t want to think about my past. Just wanted to enjoy this time with Vino.
My head bobbed back and forth as I sucked faster.
“Fuck Claire, your mouth feels good as fuck,” he grunted through gritted teeth.
I loved how I made him lose control. It was sexy.
Fisting his thick dick, I slid my tongue along the side.
“I’m not ready to come yet, Claire,” he groaned. Vino took control, fucking my throat like I didn’t have a gag reflex.
His eyes met my wide ones, and he eased the cannon out of my mouth.
I believed I was wet enough to take his enormous dick.
Vino pulled me to my feet, snatched the condom off the counter, and led me down the hallway. ? “Where’s your bedroom?” He asked.
“First door on the right,” I replied.
Once inside my bedroom, he tore the robe from my body. His fingers traced along the delicate spaghetti straps, sliding them down my arms until the fabric pooled at my feet.
He didn’t waste time rolling the condom down his shaft.
Vino pulled me up into his arms. I locked my legs behind his back and hooked an arm around his neck. He wasn’t going to fuck me on the bed. That was such a good sign. He understood what this was. Just a fuck session.
Vino’s teeth clamped down on the side of my neck as he slipped two fingers into my core. I moved up and down his fingers like they were his dick.
“Do you think you’re ready for the real thing?” He asked.
“Yes,” I rushed out.
Fuck, I sounded too eager.
Then I thought about taking a dick this big. “You’re so big.” I swallowed, ready to breathe through his thick dick pushing into my tight hole.
I murmured, “Vino… I’m ready.”
He met my gaze as he stroked his dick between us. “We’ll see.”
Vino slammed into me fast. I saw fucking stars and couldn’t catch my breath.
He withdrew briefly, allowing me to exhale, then drove back in, filling me completely.
“Fuck,” I yelled out in pain and pleasure.
I had never been fucked like this.
Shit, I was right, his angry dick could keep going all night.
“Bounce up and down on it,” he ordered.
Vino placed one hand on the wall near my head. The other gripped my waist as his yummy lips sucked my taut nipple into his mouth.
“All mine,” he muttered.
I hated how his deep voice made my pussy slicker.
“Oh, shit, Vino.” My fingernails dug into his shoulder as I moved faster.
Don’t get hooked on this dick, girl.
“We should stop,” I muttered.
With his teeth still gripping my nipple, he looked at me. Why was it so fucking sexy?
“It’s too much,” I admitted.
All of it. His handsome face. The way my entire bedroom now smelled like him.
“Put me down, Vino,” I ordered.
He stilled inside me and released my nipple. His big palm caressed my face. “I’m going to fucking murder him. Do you hear me?”
The murderous look in his eyes said he was serious. He couldn’t be right?
“You’re just saying that because he’s…” I blinked a few times. “…because you won’t be able to come,” I bit out.
Vino walked to the bed. “No, you’re letting him fuck up your orgasm.”
He laid my body on the bed. His lips brushed mine. “You’re mine now, Claire. So you’re going to take this dick and enjoy the multiple orgasms.”
I stared at him but no words came out. You see I knew why it was so hard to leave Vino alone. He had charisma. And his possessive nature wouldn’t let him let up.
There was no way I’d let another man pull me into love, then stump all over my heart. I couldn’t handle that again.
Numbly, I kissed Vino back.
“Don’t worry, Claire, I won’t make love to you. I’ll only fuck you.”
He gripped my cheeks and pushed his tongue past my lips. His other hand gripped my thigh, and he fucked me long and hard.
“Oh, shit, Vino,” I’m coming, I moaned through the tears.
“Good,” he smirked.
I could tell a part of him was hurting. Because he genuinely wanted something with me.
My body shattered into a thousand pieces under his rock-hard body.
Then I flipped a switch in my head, fucking Vino like it was our last night on earth. I rode him like a cowgirl and kissed him like he belonged to me.
An hour later, he dressed me in his oversized dress shirt. Vino slipped on his boxers, took my hand in his, and led me back to the kitchen.
“Have a seat,” he ordered. “I’ll warm up our meal.”
He threw every cabinet open until he found the wine glasses. Vino poured us each a glass.
I grinned behind my wineglass, watching his tight ass as he moved around the kitchen.
If he knew how much trouble I really was, would he still want me?
Nope.
Vino turned to me. “I took care of Margo.” He winked.
My mouth dropped open. “She’s pretty ruthless. I doubt you got through to her.”
He chuckled. “Oh, baby, I’m as ruthless as they come.”
A chill struck my spine. There was that sinister look again. Like he’d made plenty of people pay for their bad behavior.
I tilted my head to the side. “Did you hit her?”
He placed his hand over his heart like I hurt him. “I don’t hit women.”
Vino didn’t give off those vibes. Never lost his shit and grabbed my neck with two hands like he was going to kill me. I believed him.
Besides, I knew what that looked like firsthand.
“This is another great pasta dish. I know you’ll love it.” He smiled.
I watched intently as he added fresh mozzarella.
My tongue slicked over my lips. “It smells and looks delicious.”
He set the plate in front of me, then joined me by sitting down with his own plate. “Enjoy,” he said.
“I will.”
His phone vibrated. Vino answered, “Dex, what’s up?”
He rattled off a string of words in Italian.
“Say hello to Claire.” He placed the phone on speaker.
“Hello Claire, I’m Vino’s cousin Dexter. You can call me Dex.”
“Hi, Dex.” I smiled.
“Not sure what you did with my heartless cousin,” he chuckled.
I laughed too. “Vino isn’t heartless. Just possessive.”
“Possessive, huh?” Dex laughed.
“All right, that’s enough,” Vino stated.
“Dex, tell Claire goodbye.”
“Nice talking to you, Claire. Enjoy your night.”
“It was nice to meet you. Goodbye, Dex.”
Vino took the phone off speaker. “We can talk about that info I asked for tomorrow.” He disconnected the phone.
“Where were we?” He asked.
“About to enjoy this meal.” I grinned.
“Let me tell you about this time Dexter and I got into trouble.” He smiled as he reminisced on the memory.
I laughed at his crazy story over dinner. It sounded like something out of a mafia movie. The story was a much needed distraction.
Two hours later, I walked him to the door still wearing his shirt. He refused to take it. The man looked so sexy in just a suit jacket, slacks, and dress shoes.
A week had passed without any word from Vino. That was exactly what I wanted. Right?
It turned out it wasn’t.
Every day, I ate Angelo’s lunches and thought about Vino. I fucking missed Vino.
Maybe it was time to reset my life again. I’d text Angelo and tell him to stop sending the lunches. “Claire, what would you like me to do with this design?” My assistant Roleta asked.
“Take the dress up on either side of the thighs and scrunch the material.”
My gaze flicked to the confrontation at the door between one of my bodyguards and a woman before returning to the design in front of me. “I want it to look sexy and edgy.”
Roleta grinned. “I love that. This will be perfect for the club.”
I chuckled. “I know, right?”
“All right, I’ll get it done.” She hurried off, eager to complete her task.
Meanwhile, the woman at the door threw up a hand, slipping past my bodyguard, Amadeo.
I watched her approach, her stride confident. “Hello.”
Amadeo followed, his presence looming behind her. “She claims you two have unfinished business. Do you want to see Polina?”
My heart thudded painfully in my chest, and a sharp wave of anger surged through me. “Give us a moment, Amadeo.”
Polina didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as me, but if she’d found me, I was in serious trouble.
Amadeo moved just out of earshot, thankfully not going too far.
“Yes, Polina,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Look who’s got a little snark going on,” she chuckled.
I tilted my head to the side. “I’ve never been the bitch to fuck with. When you’re dealing with people who don’t play fair, it forces you to suppress your true self.”
Her blonde brow arched. “Are you implying I used my power?” she whispered in a thick Russian accent, just for me to hear.
I ignored her question and plastered on a fake plastic smile. “How did you find me?”
“Margo,” she said smoothly. “She’s a dear friend. Ran into a little trouble with some guy and a kid pit bull—claims she doesn’t know their names. Anyway, imagine my surprise when she sent me pictures of the designers she was warned to stay away from.” Polina’s lips curled into a sharp smile, flashing perfect white teeth. “She’s under my protection now.”
I couldn’t blame Vino. He just tried to protect me.
“You’ve been off my radar all these years,” she tsked.
“What do you want?” I bit out.
“To make sure you’re holding up your end of the deal,” she growled.
“Deal?” I retorted, fists clenched at my sides.
What deal was this delusional bitch talking about?
I inched closer. “As I’ve told you repeatedly, and I’ll say it again now.” I glanced at the enormous diamond on her left hand before meeting her eyes. “I don’t want your fucking husband.” I stepped back, remembering this was my place of business.
She released an exaggerated chuckle. “You have all this now.” Polina gestured her hand.
“You think you have power, too?”
I bit my tongue. “Get the fuck out of my design studio,” I sneered.
“Careful, don’t let all this go to your head. I can pull the rug out from under you. I’ll take it all away.”
I bared my teeth, like a wolf ready to devour its enemy. “I’d like to see you try.”
Polina was a bully. The bitch was so powerful she could end me with the snap of her fingers.
You can’t forget what she did to you, Claire.
I refused to cower. Holding my head high, I glared at her.
Her upper lip twitched. She wasn’t expecting this version of me. The strong me.
“He’s coming,” she hissed before spinning on her red-bottom stilettos. Her red strappy dress clung to her size-zero frame as she strutted her ass out the door.
Amadeo wasted no time seeing Polina out. I was so grateful for my bodyguards.
Back then, it was just little old me.