Chapter Four #3
Romeo took a bite and then fed me. He continued this pattern until both our plates were empty and removed from the table. Then he slid his finger back to my opening, pressing past my swollen lips and against the hardened nub hiding behind the folds.
“You were a good girl, Vittoria, and now I will reward you.”
Expertly, he circled my clit as he took a sip of wine.
I swallowed the gasp I so desperately wanted to release.
This was so naughty, and the very idea was driving me toward an orgasm.
He pinched my clitoris between his fingers.
I grabbed my drink, downing the second half of the wine just so I could moan into my glass.
Beside me, I caught a smirk on his face.
Ugh! He loved controlling this, controlling me especially.
He pinched again and a zap of heat traveled down my spine to my clit at lightning speed.
I could feel myself about to let go, to give in to the pleasure, when he pulled his finger out with the arrival of a lamb dish.
Seriously! He just denied me an orgasm.
He cut a piece of lamb for me, but I kept my lips firmly closed. I’d show him how pissed off I was.
“I promise you it is worth the wait, but if you behave like a naughty girl, there will be no orgasms. Now open for Daddy.”
Daddy? I’d play along. I opened my mouth and when he slid the fork in, I clamped down using my lips to pull the meat before he could pull the tines from my mouth. “That’s what will happen to your precious package, Daddy, if you continue to provoke me.”
I must have gone too far. His gentle tone was gone, along with his sexy smirk. Mr. Cold returned and was freezing me in place with his glare. I noticed that when his eyes glittered with danger, they also went a shade darker. All the gold flecks vanished, and the soft amber turned deep brown.
I glanced around the room, but no one seemed to notice that my new husband’s demeanor had become glacier.
“Is that right, Vittoria? Could you bite my dick off without a second thought?” He leaned in so close his breath on my neck felt like fire.
“You know what I think. I think you’re a naughty girl who wants to be dominated.
Every act of defiance today tells me you want my handprints on your ass and my cock buried deep inside every hole. ”
I gasped. No one had ever spoken to me the way he was and it was both insulting and so very hot.
He leaned just ever so much closer. His tongue flicked out and licked the shell of my ear.
“You want someone who will beat your ass and fuck you hard in the bedroom, then treat you like the queen. You can run as many times as you wish, but I will always find you, will always bring you back, and most definitely will mark you as mine every single time you get out of line.”
My heart thundered in my chest and when he shifted back in his seat, turned his attention to his food.
I felt the loss of his overpowering presence.
I shivered although I wasn’t cold. I will always find you.
The promise in his words reverberated through me, sending all kinds of signals to my clit.
I was royally screwed because there was definitely an attraction, a darkness in him that spoke to something within me that until now I hadn’t been aware existed.
By the time the cake was done, so was I, and couldn’t wait to have a shower and go to bed.
Romeo, either sensing or wanting the same thing, rose from his chair and took my hand.
I followed him as we went to every table to say good night to our guests.
The men jibed him about being in a hurry to deflower his new bride while the women offered me looks of sympathy.
An hour later, we were finally alone in his master suite.
The room was pristine, with the bed turned down, and even a chocolate on each pillow.
Where the white sheets were exposed were rose petals done in the shape of the Vitale crest. It was hard to hold back an eye roll.
Who did these people think they were, royalty?
I got it already, no more Vittoria Calogerà, only Vittoria Vitale.
Mrs. Vitale. The title sounded so foreign, yet hummed through me with an excited buzz.
Oh, hell yes, I was Mrs. Vitale. The title, however, I liked.
It was power, wealth far beyond anything I’d known in the Calogerà household.
The chocolate on the pillows was a nice gesture, but wasted on a loveless union. I pointed at the pretty mess. “Why go to all the trouble? It’s not as if we like each other?”
Leaning against the door, Romeo chuckled. I couldn’t help but notice his confidence, it poured out of every pore of his body. And god, what a body. I had to admit a part of me had been dying all day to see him naked.
“Come now, Vittoria, we are wed. Are you sure you don’t like your new husband?”
He strutted toward me like a cat, a large and dangerous one. He was prowling and I was his prey. Dear lord, help me close my heart to this man and escape before I decide to let him have all of me.