Chapter Six
Vittoria
“No, no, darling. This way.”
I nodded through a scowl of concentration, watching Isabella Vitale’s slender hands at work.
After my quick tour around the property—and by quick, I mean two hours because that is how long it took to walk the perimeter and detour through the elaborate gardens—I had found myself in the enormous kitchen, where Isabella invited me to share a cup of tea, and somehow her wistful reminiscing on her grandmother’s pastries turned into the two of us attempting to recreate it.
I had no doubt my mother-in-law would succeed.
The only thing I was confident of was making a mess.
Although I hadn’t been here long, I had already learned that despite her age and gender, Isabella was accorded a great deal of respect, not merely as the widow of the former Don or the mother of the present one, but a respect she had earned that was all her own.
She remained not only an active force in the family dynamic, but in the running of her household as well.
She was a generous tyrant, gently correcting me with each failure, an iron fist in a velvet glove.
I understood almost at once that while she lived in the estate, it would be impossible for me to take over as the reigning queen.
Now she leaned over my shoulder, tutting affably at my efforts. “So rough, mia nuora! When you knead the dough, it is like a lover’s touch. Be firm, yet enticing.”
I changed how I manipulated the dough. I imagined it was Romeo’s cock I was massaging. Getting into the groove, I leaned further over the counter, extending my arms as I pressed the dough away, then with a firm grip, I drew it back to me.
“That’s it,” my mother-in-law encouraged me. “Feel how it responds to you? Feel it warm and become supple.”
Immediately, my cheeks burned pink with embarrassment. I wasn’t used to being watched by another woman, and certainly not the mother of my husband.
“Keep going, and just like when you’re making love, you’ll know the moment the dough is ready to be molded into something else, in this case, a shell to hold the juicy load of fruit.”
Holy Crap! Was it her intention to have me thinking about sex? I felt a zing down to my clit with the naughty images assaulting me as I played with the dough. The song After Dark by Tito and Tarantula played in my head and encouraged my imagination to greater depravity.
I bit my lip to hold back a moan and excused myself to use the bathroom.
A tinkling of Isabella’s laughter followed me as I raced out of the kitchen for Romeo’s office.
He should be back from his meeting by now.
I grabbed the phone from my pocket and checked the time.
5 pm and not a word from him. Panic slithered down my spine. Was he okay?
I walked quickly along the Italian marble flooring towards the front of the house where I’d been shown earlier his office was located. By the time I found the door, I was desperate to feel him inside of me.
When had I become so controlled by base desires?
Really Vittoria? Isn’t running away a base desire?
Shut up, stupid thoughts!
Never had I needed to feel the touch of any man. But Romeo infiltrated every pore of my being and moved in, filling every nook and cranny. I was valiantly working to keep him out of my heart, not wanting to love someone who couldn’t love me back.
“It’s just business,” my father had said. “You’ll find your way and carve out a life for yourself, Vittoria.”
But as I knocked on the door, an overwhelming need to know he was home safe and in one piece slammed into my heart.
I knocked tentatively.
With no response, I put my ear to the door and knocked harder. “Romeo! Please answer me!” My voice came out sounding more desperate than I liked, and perhaps it was that vulnerability that attracted the predator within, for my call was answered.
The door flew open and there stood a beast. It was still my husband, but an aspect of him that I hadn’t seen before. There was no light in his eyes, only black pools where his humanity once shone.
“Vittoria,” he growled.
I reached out a hand to cup his face, and he gripped my wrist before I touched him.
“If you stay, I will fuck you any way I please and it won’t be gentle.”
A shiver raced through me, settling between my thighs. A pool of moisture soaked my panties.
Like any predator, he picked up on my scent. A primal glint flared in the dark apertures of his eyes, and I knew there was no turning back.
I stayed still, the prey before the beast, waiting and willing to be slaughtered. But also, held my gaze steady. I may be terrified of going down this path, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Words are cheap, Sir,” I said and tossed my hair. “Show this girl some action.”
He gripped my hair and tugged me tight to his front. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Pulling me into his office, he slammed my back against the closed door as he locked it. Gripping my blouse, he ripped it down the middle, the two halves fluttering for a moment before landing at his feet.
Holy shit!
My bra was his next victim, shredded into lacy strips he used to tie my hands in front of me.
“I’m going to fuck you, Vittoria, until you’re not even capable of standing.
” He tossed me over his shoulder, crossing the room in long strides, and cleared his desk in one sweep of his arm. Scattering papers everywhere.
I shivered, ready to be laid out and ravished, but where it would have been easy for my husband to tip me forward and onto my back, he instead swung me around and dropped me belly-down over his desk, my bound wrists forcing my arms to extend in front of me, my hands grasping at the edge for dear life.
“What’s this, wife?” His hand cracked against my jeans.
The thick muffled sound of skin on denim had enough sting and heat to send a message to my clit. ‘You’re soaking for me, right through your jeans.“ He shoved the garment down to my knees and my drenched panties went with them.
“So fucking wet,” he growled.
Before I could comment, he shoved his cock inside of me, sinking to the hilt with one thrust.
A garbled squeak escaped me with the sudden, but not unwelcome invasion.
“You like being my dirty girl, don’t you, wife?”
My moan was his only answer, but that wasn’t good enough for him.
“Say it!” he commanded, seizing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back so that my lustful cry filled the room. “Say it!”
“Y-Yes!” I stammered, my blush burning my face as a very different kind of heat pulsed in my core.
“Yes, what?” He pulled out and spanked my naked backside. I yelped aloud with the sting, but it quickly morphed into a fire that threatened to engulf me. “I can’t hear you, brat. Answer me or I won’t let you cum.”
“Yes! I love being your… your dirty girl!”
“And you love my cock, don’t you, my little slut?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?” he thundered, yanking on my hair until I could see him towering behind me, a Devil in a halo of office lights.
“Yes, I love your cock!” I shouted dizzily, “I’m your little slut and I love your cock! Please, Sir! Please let your dirty slut cum for Daddy!”
I cried out as a tidal wave crashed through me and I screamed as Romeo slammed back inside of me.
The orgasm was so fast it took me by surprise and I wanted to ride the wave, feeling every ounce of pleasure, but Romeo’s cock continued to piston inside of me.
I was out of breath, unable to move. I could only lay limp and let him use me as he pleased.
He sunk a thumb into my ass, and I cried out as another torrent of pleasure ripped through me. His hand struck my ass, searing his print into my flesh. I cried out but he kept going.
My body betrayed me completely. Every brutal thrust only made me crave more. As if hearing my unspoken need, Romeo slid a hand under my chest and gripped my sensitive peak, twisting the nub between his powerful fingers.
“Oh! My! God! Yes!“ My body erupted into a million pieces and as I shattered, Romeo roared with his release, filling my hot channel with his seed. I lay on the desk gasping, but he wasn’t done.
“You’ll lick my cock clean.” He placed me on my knees and I instantly obeyed, opening my mouth. It was a blessing in a way, that he was taking the lead. My body was shaking with the intensity of our coitus.
He placed his dripping cock head inside my mouth.
“Mmm,” I moaned. He tasted both sweet and salty, the blend no doubt of our shared release.
He held the sides of my head, fucking my mouth with his semi-hard cock. A few strokes later, his cock lengthened and he slid it past my defenses and down my throat.
I choked and he pulled back, gazing down at me from above with a smirk of satisfaction. I could only imagine what he must be seeing: Saliva and semen dripped down my sweaty, flushed face onto my bare breasts, my damp hair hanging over my lust-glazed eyes, mouth open and breath heaving.
“You look so fucking gorgeous wearing my cum on your face, Principessa.”
His words were so dirty that despite being satiated, my clit throbbed for more. I moaned as he fucked my face, completely at his mercy and loving every second of it. If I’d known sex could be this good, I would have been a wanton slut long before I met my husband.
His cock hardened and lengthened, gagging me as I worked to relax my throat. But just as I adjusted to the invasion, he pulled out.
Tugging me to my feet, Romeo lifted me onto the desk, placing me on all fours, spreading my thighs apart.
Gripping my hips in his strong veiny hands, he thrust his raging hard-on between my quivering slick lips and sunk home.
Once he had the rhythm he wanted, he reached under my body, grasping my breast, his finger squeezing the sensitive buds.
I shuddered as an orgasm ripped through me, soaking his cock. He pulled out and pressed his cock head inside my rosette and past the tight ring of muscle, filling my ass. I fought the invasion until he spanked my clit.
“Oh!” The sting stole my resistance and he sunk all the way in.
“Hang onto the desk, Vittoria.”
I did, gripping the edge tightly as he rode me. It was a savage invasion, just like he said it would be. What he didn’t say was how much I’d love it. The burn as he took what he wanted from me tipped me over the edge.
My muscles tightened as my pussy spasmed. Romeo grunted and then held my hips in a death grip as he unloaded for a second time. When he pulled out, his cum dripped onto the desk before I could close my legs.
He was right when he said he’d fuck me until I couldn’t stand. I lay draped over his desk, not an ounce of energy left in my body. I heard him moving behind me then he gathered me in his arms, not saying a word.
Romeo pressed a panel hidden behind a book on his extensive book shelving and a secret door opened.
I wanted to ask him why he had a secret door, and where it led but I had not the energy to say or do anything.
Cradled in his arms, I felt absurdly like something from a dark fairytale.
Dangerous. Possessive. The kind where the monster always claimed the girl in the end.
“That’s my brother.”
Huh? Did he just read my mind? Or had I spoken aloud without realizing? I was about to ask what he meant when he pressed on another panel. A door slid open and we were in our bedroom.
“What the hell?”
Romeo chuckled. “Watch your language, or you’ll be over my lap getting your ass tanned.”
“You can’t tan my ass for saying hell,” I said and crossed my arms.
“I can do whatever I want, Vittoria. You’re mine. And I will punish you when you warrant it. You should have figured that out by now.”
Hmph! Note to self: say whatever the hell I wanted when he wasn’t around.
I suppressed a smirk. Defiance was second nature to me.
I hadn’t given him a good dose of Bratty Vittoria because I’d been earning my way out of the bedroom and into the rest of the house.
Now that I’d toured the grounds, counted the cameras, noted the guard rotations, and memorized the household layout, I could start making a plan.
“Yes, Sir.” I saluted and accepted his triumphant smirk with a smile of my own.
For now, it served me better to let him think I was his obedient girl all the time, not just when we fucked, but my end goal hadn’t changed.
Although there were aspects of my captivity that I enjoyed, and people I knew I’d miss, my best life was still waiting for me outside these walls and windows and I meant to find it.
I wondered how far he’d go to get me back.
Would he do anything? Go anywhere? The intensity of his possessiveness would have been thrilling if it was really me he wanted so deeply.
But to a Don like Romeo, I was simply a byline of a business transaction.
He’d go after me the same way he’d reclaim an occupied port or stolen shipment, simply because he didn’t like anyone else playing with his toys, touching his goods or defying him in any way.
I could use that against him by taking a page out of Niccolò Machiavelli’s book on warfare, or just reading Cosmopolitan.
The magazine was as good as any tactical guide when it came to getting one over on a man.