Chapter Thirteen
Romeo
We were on my private jet, flying to Italy for the annual meeting, but my thoughts weren’t on the danger waiting for me there or the security measures keeping me alive. Instead, my time with Vittoria last night consumed my thoughts.
It was one thing to see the images on my phone of her in the skimpy bikini. But seeing her strut into our room like a bronzed goddess had my cock standing at attention.
Massimo had chosen well when he’d picked Leo.
Unlike Carlo, he kept me informed of where my wife was at all times and what she was wearing.
The fact a dozen of my men witnessed her wearing almost nothing angered me, and that any number of total strangers had the viewing enjoyment of what was mine, enraged me.
White-hot anger consumed me when I received the photo.
When he told me that my wife’s personal maid had sent it, I felt slightly more forgiving toward Vittoria.
She’d only worn the swimsuit she’d been given, but why did she have it in the first place, and knowing I would be disappointed, not wrap a towel around herself?
Questions I’d be sure to ask when we were alone, but for the maid who picked that suit out of the many in her closet? I fired her on the spot.
My mother talked me out of it and although I relented and allowed her to stay, it was as my mother’s personal attendant, so I wouldn’t see the woman.
While I waited for my wife’s arrival, I made the decision to oversee everything to do with my wife, including her wardrobe, and anyone who didn’t obey my rules would be lucky to only be fired.
This was new for me, never thinking I’d feel this possessive with Vittoria.
It was an arrangement, after all, but I’d be lying if I kept repeating that lie.
It may have begun that way, but she had become my addiction.
My wife entered the room, eyes radiating challenge. She stopped about two feet in front of me and cocked a hip. Sassy, provocative, and utterly unafraid… so damn addictive.
“Perhaps you should at least appear repentant, Vittoria. Your Master is very displeased with you.” I hadn’t referred to myself as such with her, but watched in pleasure as her pupils dilated, and the pulse at her throat quickened. “Did you feel ignored, Principessa? I best remedy that.”
Reaching out, I tugged her between my legs, boxing her in, and undid the string that barely held the two triangles of material together, uncovering her nipples.
Bringing her arms to the front of her body, I wrapped the material around her wrists, binding them.
Her upper arms pressed her breasts together, making a lovely feast.
Keeping her locked in place with my thighs, I reached up and snagged a nipple, torturing it to a hard point. Vittoria dropped her head, eyes narrowed to slits as she immersed herself in the sensations I was delivering.
I repeated my actions with her other breast. Her breathy pants coming out faster and louder the more I pinched and rolled the sensitive bud.
Releasing her, I stood up and tugged her arms over her head, attaching the bikini strings to a clamp that kept her arms fully extended above her head where she stood.
Fucking gorgeous. Her nipples were so hard they could cut glass. She was already drifting beneath the surface, surrendering to the sensations. She went there fast these days, as she was very responsive to my dominion over her body.
She watched as I unsheathed my belt from my pants and folded it in half, snapping it in the air. She startled the first time, but after her initial shock, she licked her lips and watched me, waiting for me to deliver the pain and pleasure she craved.
Keeping the stroke light, I flicked her nipple with the belt. Her eyes widened in surprise but she didn’t protest. I flicked the other nipple, a little harder, gauging her response. Her head dropped back, a low moan escaped her throat. I took a nipple in my mouth and clamped down on the soft flesh.
“Oh! Yes!” she hissed.
“You were a naughty girl, Vittoria. Why should your husband and Master reward you?”
Her head snapped up. “But it wasn’t my fault! That’s what Esmeralda sent me.”
I spanked the tip of her wet nipple with the belt.
“Aaugh!”
“You could have covered up, wife. You know how much it bothers me when you allow other men to ogle your body. Did you want me to gouge out some eyeballs? That’s what you want, for me to blind an entire generation of men?”
“No! I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt anyone. You’re right I was naughty, and I wanted to get your attention so even though I didn’t choose the swimsuit, I could have covered up, but I didn’t.”
I took her other nipple in my mouth and clamped down. Vittoria cried out as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. Her climax wept down her legs to her sandaled feet. She was a goddess and all mine.
“I don’t know if you’re sorry. Maybe I will have to start removing privileges from the men who keep failing to keep you covered up.”
“No, Romeo! Please don’t punish them, punish me instead.”
This had become a familiar game between us. I put the blame for her actions at others’ feet and she begged to be the recipient of their punishment. Then I gave her exactly what she craved until every ounce of resistance was gone from her body.
I turned her body to face the bed and ripped her bikini bottoms in two. She was naturally tanned, but her time in the sun had made her skin darker, a stark contrast to the paleness of her trembling globes.
“Widen your legs and don’t move.”
My belt made a whizzing sound as it cut through the air before landing on her backside. Vittoria rose onto the balls of her feet with a slight swing forward of her hips. I watched the belt mark bloom on her perfect ass, relishing the sight. She was such a brat —a gorgeous, perfect brat.
The belt sang as it whipped through the air before landing on top of the previous stripe. She cried out but jutted her ass out as far as she could. My wife really was a dichotomy and I loved both parts in equal measure.
I landed a dozen stripes before she tried to escape the punishment by dancing on her toes and twisting in place. I didn’t want to hurt the sensitive flesh of her hips, but I wasn’t about to stop so soon.
I released her arms and sat down on a bench in our room, tugging her over my lap, into a straddle position. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Vittoria. Beg Daddy for forgiveness.”
A fresh release of excitement made her swollen lips shiny. She loved it when I spoke dirty to her.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy. Will you forgive me?”
She played the role of a little girl so well, I wondered sometimes if that was a true aspect of her personality. But as it never showed beyond these sessions, I assumed that she really enjoyed getting into her role as Daddy’s brat.
“I will. But not yet.” I slid her up my thigh a little higher so I could wrap my arm around her waist and keep her tight to my body.
No escaping. It was one of the reasons I enjoyed this position so much, that and the fact I could watch the red bloom on her perfect ass in the mirror opposite the bed.
I brought my hand down with some force over the raised pink stripes and she yelped and tried to move, but in this position, she was locked in place.
I continued to bring my hand down, landing stinging swats on her sensitive sit spot until it was bright fire-engine red. The tears of remorse started and so did the begging, but I wasn’t done yet.
Down her thighs, I went – splat, thwack, thud, crack – until my naughty girl hung limply over my thigh. It took her longer than usual to surrender to it, and that immediately put me on alert. Had something happened while she was out that I hadn’t heard about?
I ran one hand over her hot skin and down the slickness between her thighs. Vittoria moaned, widening her legs, encouraging me to give her the relief she so desired, but I withheld it.
“Do you have something to say to me, Vittoria?” I asked warningly.
“I’m sorry for being naughty. Will you please finish the punishment, Sir?”
Was it wrong that when she called me that I grew harder than a rock? Running my fingers through her slick folds, I lubricated them before sinking two digits into her tight rear entrance.
“Fuck me, Daddy!”
How could I deny her? My wife scorched every part of me, driving my need for her until I didn’t think I could hold back any longer.
Scooping her into my arms, I stood and placed her over the end of the bed. Grabbing lube from my drawer, I shucked my pants in record time and got my hard shaft slick, pumping it in my hand.
“Open for me, Principessa.”
Vittoria reached back and spread her cheeks with her hands and then gazed at me over her shoulder, her expression pleading, a reflection of my desperation to be inside of her. I held her gaze while I pressed my cock past the tight ring of muscle and slammed home as deep as I could.
Her eyes almost rolled back in her head with the invasion.
“Are you Daddy’s little slut?” I fucked her hard as a variety of mewls and moans poured from her parted lips.
“Yes. Yes Sir! Please, fuck your little slut!”
I smacked her hands out of the way and grasped her hips.
I drove inside of her, pulling out to the tip and drilling back inside.
Two more strokes and Vittoria was screaming her release to the world, except our room was soundproof, so only I got the pleasure of hearing her primal shout with her orgasm.
Her muscles squeezed so tight I thought my cock would break off. But I kept at it until I felt a zing down my spine to my balls and I erupted like a volcano, filling her tight ass with my lava.
Vittoria collapsed while I gently pulled free from her. A sigh of contentment like a cat with a full belly of cream escaped from between those pretty lips. She curled into a ball on the bed reminding me even more of a satisfied cat.
Later, we showered and made slow love while I pulled promises of obedience from her. Long after she fell asleep, I lay awake. Something wasn’t right. The feeling had been following me all day, growing sharper instead of fading. Every instinct I possessed told me I was missing something.
I went over the itinerary and rechecked that the estate was well guarded even though I had two dozen soldiers with me, I’d left as many back home to protect the ones I loved.
The unspoken rule in our household was if Massimo and I were gone, one of the other brothers needed to be in residence.
They all had suites at the house for this very reason.
Tony was at home. Brilliant with numbers and obsessed with control, my brother had earned the nickname The Beast long before he ever became responsible for the casinos.
He was a deadly shot and known for never leaving anyone alive.
I had left him in charge of the soldiers guarding the estate for the next few days and specifically to watch Vittoria.
“Everything is fine, Romeo, relax.”
Simo sat opposite me, as always, dissecting my expression accurately. I knew I must have looked pensive, and he didn’t miss it.
“I know, but my gut is telling me something isn’t right.”
“Our men in Siderna are in place already. Our snipers are set up and if anyone pulls anything, we’ll drop them before anyone knows what’s going on.”
I sighed, suddenly feeling a lot older than my thirty-seven years. “It’s not me I’m worried about, it’s Vittoria.”
He cracked a smile. “You know I wasn’t sure about her for the longest time. She’s a complete brat. Mouthy and too smart for her own good. But more recently, I’ve seen how loyal she is to you and how much she loves you.”
Love? She’d never uttered those three little words again—I love you. So how did Massimo know? Was it that obvious to everyone… except me?
“She’s a good actress,” I said. “Don’t be fooled.”
His grim mien lightened when his lips curled into a shallow smile. “I see it when she looks at you. The love in her eyes is very evident, Romeo. So, let’s toss away those seeds of doubt. Vittoria is fine, we are fine, and we’ll be home in a few days.”
Usually this conversation went the other way, and Simo was the one looking pensive and stressed. Maybe he was right and I was just being paranoid. Still… my gut was never wrong.
My phone dinged, a text alert from Vinny.
A selfie with my wife. On her other side was a very serious-looking Tony, trying to smile while glaring at Vinny’s arm around my Vittoria.
I trusted Vinny completely, but they looked good together.
Only a few years apart they looked more like a couple than she and I did, and it pissed me off.
“That little shit.” Simo looked over and tried to hold back a smirk.
“He does like to push the envelope, eh, always rage baiting you, brother.”
Glaring at the image I texted back. “Take your arm off my wife.”
His response was to send another picture. This time, he had my wife tucked into his side and they were both winking. Why, that little brat! I’d get her back for that.
Now a text from Vittoria: “Sorry, he made me.”
“Do you think that little excuse will save you from il devaolo?” I sent it back to her and then waited a full minute before she sent — “I hope not.” With a heart emoji.
“Good girl. Behave yourself and you have my full permission to tell Vincenzo to go fuck himself.”
She sent back a laughy face. Chuckling, I tossed my phone down on the table and found Massimo studying me intently. The smile left my face, the facade sliding back into place.
“I never thought I’d see the day,” Simo remarked.
“What day?” I asked in a dark, serious tone.
“The one where the great Romeo Vitale, Il Diavolo, fell in love.”
Hmph. “You’ve said that before, but I think your eyes deceive you, brother.
” This was said with my focus on the few soldiers with us on the plane.
I was in serious trouble of tarnishing my reputation if my feelings were that obvious.
It was one thing for my brothers to know my weaknesses, but our world was full of enemies.
My feelings for Vittoria had turned her into the single greatest vulnerability in my life.