Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
EMILIANO
V alentina’s chest moves rapidly after the second orgasm washes over her, her body slightly arching off the couch. I watch her come down from the high. Her face is slick with a light sheen, and her eyes are so bright they almost seem unreal.
She has a lazy smile, and when she stares down at me, she looks like a queen on her throne. I don’t break eye contact as I slowly bring my fingers to my lips, smelling her scent. She’s a mixture of sweetness and something earthy.
I slip my fingers into my mouth, and her lips pop open, her gaze on my fingers. Cleaning my fingers off, I swirl my tongue around them. She swallows, trying to gather her thoughts as my fingers slip out of my mouth. My cock strains against my joggers, demanding relief.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” I tell her as I get up, her face positioned at the perfect height to take my dick between her pouty lips. Her eyes filter to the tattoos on my knees, working over the bleeding skulls. I brush my hand over the crown of her head, sinking my nails into her black waves. She gasps when I tug her head back, something akin to pleasure passing over her dark eyes.
“Are you going to let me fuck your pretty little mouth, or are you going to keep staring at my tattoos?”
Her eyes widen, her lips slightly parting as she struggles to not look at my throbbing cock. I tug on her hair again, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Reaching my other hand out, I tug her lip out from between her teeth.
“Answer me, Valentina. A man can only take so much temptation.”
She inhales sharply as her eyes snap to my covered cock, her pink tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. Fuck . I tilt her chin up to force her to look at me.
“I’m going to go easy on you since you don’t have any experience,” I say softly.
She narrows her eyes.
“Maybe I do,” she challenges.
An amused huff escapes me, even as I feel a surge of possessiveness to find the fucker and kill him, or her. I quirk an eyebrow at her, and she shrugs.
“Okay, maybe I don’t, but you didn’t know that.”
I run my hand through her hair, wrapping the strands around my fist and tugging slightly.
“Maybe you’re right, but I could tell,” I admit, and she bites that plush lip again.
“Don’t do that if you want me to be gentle,” I warn. Her eyes become pools of darkness, almost black, and the small seed of possessiveness inside me over her seems to grow.
The dark desire to completely corrupt her, destroy her, and make her mine all at once seems very appealing.
“Maybe I don’t want you to be gentle,” she whispers.
“Fuck,” I groan, but quickly add, “No, you can get hurt. We don’t want that now, do we?”
“Take my pants and boxers off,” I order, and she follows my instructions, slightly fumbling. Her fingers graze my sides, unsure. She may think she’s not being obvious, but I can tell by the way her eyes move up every time her fingertips brush my hips. Once both my pants and boxers are at my ankles, she leans back, but I stop her with a tug on her hair. I push her face toward my cock, holding her only an inch away. I can feel her breath on it, and I clench my teeth as my muscles pull taut, trying to restrain myself from shoving my cock down her throat.
“Lick it.” I loosen my hold on her hair, and she moves forward eagerly, her hands resting on my tights and her fingers sinking in. Valentina opens her mouth and her tongue peeks out, lightly stroking my cock. I suck in a breath when she repeats the motion, using more of her tongue.
“What do I do now?” She looks up at me through her lashes.
“Open your mouth and try to take it in as far as you can,” I instruct her. “Make sure to not use your teeth.”
Her lips wrap around my tip, tongue swirling around it. I unravel my hand from her hair and rub my thumb across her jaw. Valentina’s eyes flutter up before she takes more of me in her mouth.
“That’s it, you’re doing so well,” I praise, and she hums as her eyes glaze over. My hips thrust forward involuntarily, and two fat tears drop down her face. I wipe them with my thumbs. “Breathe through your nose. Slowly.” She gags when she tries to take more of my cock, and I grasp her shoulders holding her in place. My breathing is uneven, stuttering at how amazing she feels.
“You don’t have to take me fully in,” I tell her. She pulls back till her lips are just wrapped around the tip of my cock before taking me back in.
“Fuck, just like that,” I moan. She repeats the motion for a couple of minutes clumsily, gagging and slightly shaking. Once I’m sure she’s became accustomed to my size, I grab her and fuck her face, speeding up.
More tears flow down her cheeks, her hair fanning around her shoulders. Valentina moans around me and my groans echo in the room. My abs tighten as the wet heat of her mouth engulfs me wholly.
“Fuck yes, such a good girl. You look so pretty with tears running down your face.” I brush my hand down the side of her face and her fingers dig deeper into my thighs, nearly breaking the skin. “I’m close, so fucking close. Get off if you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” I warn, but she continues to move up and down my cock, licking and lapping at it. I fist my hands in Valentina’s long hair, rocking my hips. As I pull out, she sputters and inhales deeply before I thrust in again. I use her tongue for friction, fucking her mouth thoroughly.
?“You’re taking me so well. These pretty little lips were made for my cock, ragazza mocciosa,” I groan. Her eyes brighten, and my lips lift in a twisted smirk. “You love it when I call you that, don’t you, ragazza mocciosa?”
She doesn’t answer with words, but her tongue laps my cock, offering additional friction that drives me over the edge. I come down her throat with a deep groan, and she tries to swallow as much as possible, her throat moving while she looks up at me.
This woman will be mine, one way or another. I’m not letting her go. She’s already sunk her talons in way too deep, and I don’t want to dislodge them any time soon. When I pull out, some of my cum drips down her lips and chin, and she licks them while still staring at me. I can feel myself harden at the view, but when the living room door handle jiggles, our gazes snap to it.
“Eli, are you in there? Valentina?” Fuck. It’s my ma. I look back down at Valentina and quickly pull my boxers and pants up.
“Listen, you answer her. Tell her you want some alone time and will come out when you feel ready.”
“What if she asks me about you?” she whispers back.
“Say you don’t know where I am,” I tell her. She nods before clearing her throat.
“Hey, Mariana, it’s just me in here. I’d just like to spend some time alone,” Valentina says.
There’s a beat of silence before Ma speaks up. “Are you sure? I don’t want you isolating yourself just because my son is an asshole.”
Valentina gives me a smug smirk, and I send a scowl back at her.
“It’s fine. He doesn’t scare me, but thank you for your concern,” she tells my ma. I study her face, her brows furrow and a cute pout settles on her lips as she watches the door. We listen carefully, but we don’t hear her leaving.
“Do you know where Emiliano might be?” Ma asks. Valentina’s eyes dart up to mine before she quickly looks back at the door.
“No. I don’t,” Valentina quickly answers. I hold my breath, waiting to see if Ma believes Valentina.
“Of course, you wouldn’t know. Mara, Clarissa, and I will be in the living room if you’d like to join us.”
I look at Valentina, trying to gauge if she’ll go to see them, but she sees me watching her and shakes her head.
“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you, Mariana.”
Ma’s retreating steps slowly disappear. I wait for a couple more minutes before I sink back to my knees. Valentina frowns at me, a confused look on her face.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Saying thank you for that,” I say, kissing my way up her thigh.
“For what?” she breathes out.
“For being such a good little girl, and for that, you’ll get rewarded.”
I sink my teeth into her delectable thighs, running my tongue over the bite mark before moving to her already sobbing pussy, my pussy .
I glide my tongue over her wet folds before parting them with my hands and sinking my tongue deep inside her. Valentina’s whimpers turn into moans, and I press my face into her pussy, feeling the vibrations from her sweet sounds.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaking wet. So wet that I want to keep drinking from you,” I groan into her.
She rakes her hand through my hair and tugs slightly as she pushes herself farther onto my face. I sink my fingers into her thighs as I keep them open. Her walls clench around my tongue, which means she’s close. I remove one of my hands, but I don’t stop lapping at her, thrusting two fingers inside her wet heat. She moans, and looking up, I see her bottom lip being tugged between her teeth, holding back to stay quiet.
That has me thrusting my fingers in at a savage pace, moving my mouth to her clit. Lapping at it causes her to gasp.
“Oh God, I’m close,” she sobs, and I go faster, more savage. She comes with her hands clenching my shoulders, pushing me impossibly closer to her center. I don’t stop when she comes, going harder, thrusting my fingers even deeper till the palm of my hand presses into her skin.
“Emiliano, I don’t think I can go for more,” she pants.
I move just far enough to say, “I know you can, and you will. Don’t stop me, please.”
“I -” She doesn’t finish because she moans as my fingers curl, rubbing her walls. Her head is thrown over the back of the couch, her hair all over the place, the baby hairs sticking to her forehead that’s slick with sweat. It doesn’t take long for her to come over my tongue and fingers again. I move back to watch her try to catch her breath, a smug smirk on my lips.
“You were saying,” I say with a chuckle.
She pushes back a stray hair that fell over my forehead when I was going down on her, watching me with droopy eyes.
“You were right,” she breathes out, and I give her right thigh a kiss, sliding my hands up to grab her waist. I give a squeeze before getting up and plant a kiss on her forehead before I settle next to her on the couch and turn the TV on, unsure what she likes. A rerun of Friends is playing, and when that appears on the screen, she grabs my forearm.
“Don’t you dare skip Friends .”
“How dare you think that I would ever skip a Friends episode?” I turn to her, the TV remote still in my hand. She gives me an amused smile before she turns her face back to the screen. Ross and Rachel are, of course, broken up in this episode, and we both sit in silence as we watch. Pulling my phone out, I decide to go over the contract that Silvio sent over from my meeting with that asshole Stefano.
“It seems like you guys are getting the short end of the deal,” she says, and I turn my head to see Valentina staring at my screen. Biting the inside of my cheek, I debate whether to ask her to elaborate or to tell her to not involve herself in my business.
“Why do you say that?”
Her eyes are still on my screen as she begins to talk.
“Well, first off, it says in the renewal clause that you guys would need to pay a 10% increase to the original cost and that the termination can be under two reasons, the first being the expiration of the contract, or investors pull out before profits can be made, which will mean you guys will have to pay 100 million dollars.”
I place my hand over my mouth, pretending to scratch my jaw, when in reality, I’m hiding my amusement at the fact that she has managed to catch mistakes that my team had clearly glazed over. Valentina’s eyes move from the screen to my face when I don’t say anything.
“Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry if I stepped out of line.” Her words cause all the amusement I feel to vanish and a sourness twists like a dagger in my abdomen.
“No, no. Don’t apologize. You’ve actually picked up on something that my supposedly great legal team hasn’t,” I tell her. Valentina is about to say something, when my phone rings, and I clench my teeth as I slip it out.
“Yes, Romiro.” I really want to shoot the fucker now.
“There’s an emergency. Lucio was injured when he was racing in the Czech’s territory. We need you in New York,” he tells me in a rush. Fuck!
“Call the airport and tell them to get the jet ready in thirty minutes.” I end the call and slide my phone back in my pocket. My eyes return to see Valentina regarding me carefully.
“I need to go get something done. I need you to stay in my room and wait for me. Understood?” I tell her.
She nods, but I squeeze her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Okay. How long will you be gone?” she asks as she stands up. I bend down, my lips ghosting hers.
“Miss me already?” I ask, amused.
“Fuck off,” she mumbles before I kiss those words right out of her mouth. My tongue thrusts inside her welcoming heat, and I devour her with savage need. Valentina tries to kiss me back with tentative strokes, but it’s impossible to keep up with my pace, not when I have every intention of consuming her whole. She whimpers against my lips, and I have to remind myself that I need to leave, or I’ll fuck her on the couch. I rest my forehead against hers as I try to catch my breath. My hands stroke the sides of her face, my eyes closed.
“I’ll be back soon,” I tell her before leaving the room with my heart in my throat. Quickly making my way down the marble stairs, I slip out the front door without looking back once. My car roars to life, and I speed down the gravel path till I approach the gates, waiting for them to slide open. I reach the airport in record time and head into the back room of the jet to shower and change.
By the time I’m done, we're halfway to New York, and I decide to call Romiro.
“How’s Lucio?” I run my hand through my hair as I sit near the window.
“He’s fine, he just had a bullet go through his shoulder.”
Ma’s not going to like that. Fuck. I don’t like it either, but this is our life.
“Gather our men. We’re killing some fuckers tonight.”
“Will do. When are you landing?” he asks. I look at the digital map showing where we are.
“In about twenty minutes.”
“I’ll come to the airport,” he says. I motion for the flight attendant to come over.
“Sure, see you, Rom.” I end the call.
“Yes, sir, what would you like?” Her voice is steady, but I can tell she is afraid, her eyes straying away every couple of seconds as her hands shake.
“Get me some water and something salty.” I rub my hand over my lips. I can still smell Valentina on them. Fuck.
“Right away, sir.” The flight attendant scurries away quickly.
After she brings me the water and some crackers, the flight goes by very quickly and we land in New York. Of course, to no one’s surprise, the weather is fucking shit.
It’s down-pouring when I spot Romiro standing near the car with an umbrella and his long trench coat, his blond hair sticking to his forehead. My driver hurries toward me with two umbrellas, one in his hand and the other he’s using. I mutter a thank you when he hands me the other umbrella.
“Where’s Matteo?” I ask Romiro as he makes his way around the car. The rain is so loud that I can barely hear myself speak.
“He stayed with Lucio in his apartment,” he tells me once we slide into the car. Some raindrops fall on the brown leather seats, and I press the button to lift the divider between us and the driver.
“How did Lucio get shot? Why the fuck did no one stop him from racing in the Czech’s territory?” I ask. Romiro rolls his shoulders, his face twisting in contempt.
“We were at the OX, but Lucio decided to head out to race with some guys. They’d been racing in Damian's territory. Lucio’s car was shot at the most and he’s lucky that he’d managed to get away with just a bullet through his shoulder.”
I run my hand down my face. Someone is fucking with us and it’s someone on the inside.
“They need to fucking stop breaching their territory,” I say, and Romiro nods in agreement.
“I mean, we’ve warned Lucio about this before, but he just doesn’t listen.” He shrugs. I button up my suit jacket as the car comes to a halt.
“The family’s moving back to New York in two weeks. It’s time we’re back to our city,” I inform Romiro before stepping out of the car. It’s game time, New York.??
* * *
Romiro and I are sitting in my penthouse, shuffling through the paperwork for the Diamond. The only light illuminating the room is from the lamp on the table in front of us. After we’d checked on Lucio and Matteo and decided to have them return to New Hampshire, we decided to stay until we'd sorted some shit out.
“I want another meeting with that asshole Stefano,” I say, not looking up.
“What for?” he asks. My eyes briefly flicker to Romiro’s face before going back to the papers.
“The contract puts us at a disadvantage. I don’t understand how our team hasn’t caught that. They’ve had three weeks to look over the damn thing.”
“And I’m guessing you were able to spot them?” he probes. I bite the inside of my cheek, debating whether to tell him it was Valentina who pointed it out.
“No, Valentina did.” I look up to see a smug little smile on his face.
“No fucking way.” Romiro leans forward, getting in my space.
“What is it, fuckface?” I ask.
“It’s interesting that just because you guys are fucking, you feel comfortable enough to have her look at important business documents.”
“You’re a little asshole. Go back to reading through the damn papers.” I’m halfway through a sentence, when my phone pings. “Rom, check who’s messaging me.” I jerk my chin to my phone on the table as I continue to read through the reports for the last two months.
“Dominico’s awake and he’s apparently going insane trying to leave the hospital.”
Romiro and I stare at each other before throwing the papers on the table and grabbing our jackets and our phones, heading toward my elevator.
“Call the doctor and inform him to try to hold Dom in there for as long as possible,” I tell him. He nods and pulls out his phone. We reach the parking garage and take our cars. “I want him awake, so make sure they don’t try to sedate him.”
Romiro nods, sliding into his car. We take the backstreets of Brooklyn to avoid most of the traffic.
There are nurses standing, gossiping outside of Dom’s private room, and Rom and I can hear him from down the hall. I fling the door open and step in.
“Get the fuck out of my way, or I’ll blow your goddamn puny brain out of its skull.” Dom’s throwing shit at the doctor, who’s trying to dodge it. I don’t think Dominico has ever been this unhinged; he’s always stayed calm and collected.
“Dom. Calm down,” I bark. His wild eyes come to me, looking darker than normal.
His eyes narrow as he growls, “Where’s my wife? I tried calling her and got no fucking answer. That shit never happens.” I can feel Romiro and the doctor stare at me, waiting.
“Everyone out. Romiro, make sure no one is in the hallway,” I order. He nods before dragging the doctor out with him and barking at everyone to leave. Dominico and I stare at each other for a beat, his good hand clenching at his side while the other is in a full arm cast.
“She’s dead.” I don’t sugarcoat my words, and Dom knows it, but his jaw locks and his eyes narrow, disbelief shining through.
“What the fuck do you mean she’s dead?” he asks. I walk further into the room, stepping over some broken vase.
“Thalia was in a critical condition, two months ago. The Terranova clan had attacked the store she was in and was shot by them,” I tell him. His face turns into a snarl.
“And what the fuck has the Camorra done to retaliate?” he demands. I raise an eyebrow at his stupid question.
“We’re dealing with the Outfit,” I tell him, and he scoffs, before wincing in pain.
“How long have I been out for?” he asks, and I hold up three fingers.
“Three months,” I say, and he mutters a “fuck” under his breath before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Get changed so you can go home. I need my Consigliere.” He looks back at me, his eyes empty, but he doesn’t reply.
“I’ll see you soon, Dom,” I say before moving toward the door. I shut it behind me and motion for Romiro to follow me.
“So how did he take the news about Thalia?” Romiro looks concerned.
“Better than I expected.” I shrug. “Just leave it, Rom.”
We head out of the hospital and decide to go back to my apartment. My phone rings in the car and I see that it’s Joseph Terranova.
“Joe, you have some nerve calling me after killing my cousin’s wife, the Camorra’s Consigliere. I’m not responsible for what he’ll do,” I say, and he huffs out an ugly laugh, only to start coughing at the end, probably all that cigar smoking he loves to do.
“Come on, Folonari, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he explains.
I grit my teeth, trying to stop myself from driving to his place and putting a bullet through his head for being at “the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“You know as well as I do that what you just fucking said is bullshit,” I growl.
“Cut the shit, Emiliano, you and I both know that I couldn’t do jack-shit about it. My brother runs the show, not me.” Orlando Terranova. Fuck-face is yet another thorn in my side. A thorn I plan to take out soon enough.
“What the fuck you calling me up for, then?” I ask, and he doesn’t say anything for a beat.
“I’d like to borrow some money,” he finally says.
I run my tongue over my teeth. Joe’s a snake to everyone, especially his own.
“How much?” I’ll play the long game since the little Terranova clan wants to play the short one.
“Two hundred grand.” His voice comes out too eager and grates on my nerves.
“Done. I’ll have the money transferred within the hour.” I cut the phone call short before he even tries to reply. The car comes to a halt in my apartment’s parking garage, and I step out, waiting for Romiro to pull in.
His speeding car jerks to a stop next to mine, the engine probably sizzling hot because of how fast the asshole likes to drive. He gives me a grin as he steps out, and I shake my head at him.