23. Anna
Anna
Vincenzo guides me away from them but Saint’s quick to step up the pace and get in front of us before we get to the exit.
The brothers file out behind us and soldiers surround all of us as we make it to our respective vehicles.
Saint opens the back door for Vincenzo and I and gets into the front seat by Terry.
I snuggle into Vincenzo’s warmth. His arm wraps around me but he’s a million miles away, deep in thought.
I slide a finger over the arm of the door, looking for that little lever that will make the blackout window between us and the men up front go up.
I find it and its movement draws his eyes to me.
I wait for it to get completely in place and then crawl into Vincenzo’s lap.
I wrap my hands around either side of his neck and caress the side of his ear with my tongue.
“I think something to relax you is in order.”
His hand snakes around me as his mouth captures mine, kissing me like every woman in the world’s dirty little fantasy.
I stroke his neck and whisper in his ear as I lean up and unbuckle his belt while sucking on his neck.
Vincenzo groans, his hands cradling my waist while working my pants down and over my hips.
He strokes my pussy with his finger. “So wet for me, princessa.”
My fingers fumble with his zipper and he helps me with the chore but the minute I have his velvety hardness in my hand I stroke him just the way he likes. “Princessa, I need to be in you right this minute.”
His hands grasp my hips and place me right where he wants me as I sink onto his length and then rise, watching in hazy fascination as my husband’s desire grows.
One hand tangles in my hair, drawing me to his mouth, kissing me as his other hand drives me lower each time I rise. “So fucking wet, princessa.”
I sink deep, my back curving as I rise, letting both of us feel the length of his cock rubbing against the walls that squeeze him like a vice.
We are only going to last so long like this, and we both know it, the waves are coming far too fast. My rhythm picks up and so does the guidance of his hands, now both firmly on my hips, driving me up and down on his rigid cock until the dam explodes and we hold each other through the waves of our desire.
He nips at my earlobe as our bodies pulse. “The night is just beginning, princessa.” I reluctantly slide from his lap and adjust my clothes as he tucks himself back into his pants. The heat of his gaze makes my head tilt. “What?”
“You make everything better, princessa. The throbbing in my head, it’s already gone.” I stroke him through his pants, but his hand covers mine. “No, my headache, all the pressures of the day, gone with one little ride. I think I’ve found a new cure.”
I grin as I snuggle in next to him. “Glad to be of service.”
He draws me to him and kisses the top of my head. “Making you my wife was the best move I’ve ever made. I love you.”
My heart swells with love for this man. “I love you too, Vincenzo.” I lace my fingers through his large hands and nuzzle into his suit jacket for the rest of the ride home.
The sound of a car door wakes me. “Shh … go back to sleep, princessa. We’re home.”
My eyes briefly close for a few moments relishing in the feel of being in his strong capable arms as he carries me through the coolness of the night to the casino doors. “I’m awake now, I can walk.”
He only relinquishes me to my feet once we’re in the safety of the elevator with Nicolo and Saint. “Sorry, I didn’t realize how tired I was.”
Nicolo grins.
I narrow my eyes. “What?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing, Anna.”
I look up at Vincenzo. “What am I missing?”
“Not a thing, princessa. Your brother-in-law is being an ass tonight,” he says, which makes Nicolo grin even wider.
My eyes go wide. Don’t tell me they could hear us in the back.
Please do not let that be the case, I swear I will never be able to look at either of them the same.
My mind rewinds to the encounter in the car trying to recall what I said but then the door opens.
“Home sweet home,” Nicolo says. “I’ll see you love birds in the morning. ”
Vincenzo opens our penthouse door. “Everything was swept a few moments ago, we’re clear,” he says. The minute he closes the door I chew my lip. “Did they hear us in the back seat?”
Vincenzo draws me close with a hand at my nape. “Do you think I would ever let anyone hear you in the throes of passion? But they would have if I didn’t hit the button that turns the audio off in the back. It’s for the family’s protection, but you didn’t know that.”
“Always protecting me from myself aren’t you, Vincenzo?”
“Indeed, but there’s no one to protect you from me tonight.”