Chapter 15
STEFANO
The hinges creaked, followed by a soft whisper of air as the door clicked shut. The woman who had entered the ladies’ room left.
Her presence wouldn’t have stopped me.
I had every intention to make Val cry out my name.
I shoved two fingers inside her as she came and kissed her hard, swallowing her scream and her moans. Then I dragged my lips along her jaw to her neck and continued teasing her clit.
“Now say it,” I ordered, noting how her thighs shook. “Then I’ll let you come again on my cock. I know that’s what you really want, so give me what I want, and we’ll call it even.”
She dug her nails into my shoulders.
“Yes, sir,” she gasped.
There she is… my good girl.
“Go on. Say it.”
“I belong to you. Only yours.”
I nodded. “Who am I?”
“Stefano Vignali.”
“And what does that make you?”
Val stared at me for a minute, and I guessed she was considering my reaction to how she chose to answer.
“Your bride… and a Vignali.”
I grinned. “That’s my good girl, yes. See? Everything’s better when you obey me.”
After pulling my fingers from her hot pussy, I painted her lips with them, then sealed my mouth over hers again.
Fuck, she tasted good. I wanted to drop onto my knees and worship her sweet little cunt and get my fill.
But I didn’t have the time. I didn’t have the fucking will.
I spun her to the wall with her dress still pooled at her feet. I kicked the red silk out of my way, then pushed her shoulders forward, bending her over at the waist.
She flattened her hands on the wall and braced herself.
I halted in my tracks.
New bruises surrounded the wound on her arm.
Had to be her twin—motherfucker had used the injury to hurt her. When I got my hands on that prick, he wouldn’t beg for mercy. He would beg me to send him to hell.
First, I needed Val to be safe.
She peered over her shoulder, her bright eyes pleading with me. For so many reasons.
I needed to be inside her. She needed me there.
Without bothering to go in easy, I rammed my cock deep inside her with one harsh thrust.
My girl wanted to be fucked hard, and my own impatience would serve as a lingering reminder for her. I wanted her to feel me for days. I wanted her to know, if the shit with her brother didn’t work out, I would come back for her.
My eyeballs rolled back. “Fuck,” I groaned. “Christ.”
The way her tight little pussy gripped onto my cock became everything. And it confirmed all that she’d just said.
I went still to collect myself and give her a second to adjust. Then she arched her spine, her hands still on the wall, and rocked back onto me, taking what she wanted.
Sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Her pretty ass bounced against my hips as she took everything I gave her. I couldn’t resist the temptation—I slapped that ass. She deserved to be spanked. For all the lies. For not obeying me the first time when I commanded her to say she was mine.
Val moaned into it, pushing back harder, moving her hips faster, gliding up and down my cock. I gripped her hips and met her thrusts with mine while she rode my cock like she owned it, demanding and taking her pleasure.
At that moment, I finally saw her. All of her.
No masks, no pretenses.
This girl wasn’t the gorgeous, foul-mouthed barista I’d fallen for as a young man. Not even the fiery mama bear who captivated me as a grown man. This was my beautiful Valentina, the real woman who’d hidden behind a mask for so long. So much more than I’d ever given her credit for.
Fire and vengeance.
An unyielding mafia princess made to conquer the world. A survivor, thriving where most would have curled up and died.
Smart, sexy, powerful. My perfect match in every way.
This woman didn’t belong in a coffee shop or PTA meeting. Valentina was meant to rule with an iron fist by my side.
The first true Vignali queen.
Mine.
No one would ever convince me that God himself hadn’t made Valentina Moscatelli for me. Only me.
I loved watching that ass bounce on my cock, but I needed more. I needed to see her face when I made her come on me. I needed to see those brilliant eyes and feel her lips against mine when I filled her with my cum.
I swung her around, so she faced me, and pinned her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her, then I slammed my cock into her.
She parted her swollen lips, her red lipstick smeared around her mouth, and ripped off her mask. She paused and stared into my eyes, demanding more.
I traced my fingers over her lips. Val leaned into my hand, her gaze still locked on mine as she closed her mouth around my fingers and sucked them clean. Then she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my mouth back to hers.
She wanted control. Maybe one day I would let her play that game, but not here. Not now. She’d fought me too damn hard to give her that indulgence so soon.
With one hand, I grabbed both her gloved wrists and pinned them above her head. With my other, I fondled her breasts, loving the way her pussy tightened, squeezing my cock when I rolled her sensitive nipples.
Not many women could survive what Val had gone through and come out the other side stronger, bolder, and fueled by a hotter fire. No other woman could take my cock like she did.
I didn’t care what I had to do, who I had to kill, how many houses or cities I had to burn to the motherfucking ground.
For her, I would do it.
This woman was mine. She would spend her life with me.
I sealed my lips over hers, muffling her cries while thrusting into her at an angle that drove her crazy, hitting that one spot deep inside her with my cock.
She arched her back, taking short, gasping breaths.
“You looked perfect on your knees with your lips around my cock,” I growled. “I want to see it again. Next time, I’ll bind your hands behind your back with one of my neckties.”
She moaned.
“When I get you home, I’ll take my time claiming every part of your body. Tie you to the headboard and eat your pussy until you’re wrung out with pleasure.”
I slid my hand under and around to her ass to press the back of my knuckle against her asshole. Nothing deep, never entering her, only circling with light pressure, reminding her of the pleasures that awaited us there.
She arched into another orgasm, her wet little cunt pulsing around my cock and setting me off, making me come right along with her. I kept thrusting through my release, stretching it out, making sure to satisfy her completely and take the edge off as much as I could.
Afterward, I pressed her back to the wall with my chest, leaving no space between us, savoring the feel of her body becoming part of mine. But I wouldn’t be fully satisfied until I buried myself in her every night.
I pressed my lips to her temple.
“I love you, Angel.”
“You shouldn’t,” she whispered.
Her words punched me in the gut.
“I love you,” I insisted. “It’s not some fucking choice or an opinion or even an option, Val. It’s one of the few things in my life I can’t control or change. There’s nothing either of us can do but accept it. Your life will be easier once you accept the truth—I love you and our son.”
Her gaze fell to the pile of red silk with my shirt, jacket, and mask tossed into the mix.
A tear ran down her cheek.
“You shouldn’t love me. I’m not worthy of it. You’d be happier if you just forgot about?—”
I covered her mouth with my hand to stop her.
“Apparently, you’ve forgotten who I am. This is your only reminder and your only warning… If you ever disrespect the woman I love again, if you ever say anything derogatory about the mother of my child, there will be uncomfortable consequences. Understand?”
I removed my hand from her mouth, let her to slide down the front of my body, and grabbed her waist.
“Tell me you understand, Val.”
“But I don’t.”
Her tears fell faster, and I wiped them away with my thumb.
“Why me, Stefano? You’re here with her.”
“Her?” I blinked, then remembered Benedetta. “I’m not here with her like that. She isn’t you.”
“She’s stunning and calm. She knows what’s expected of her, and she doesn’t?—”
“Watch it,” I warned.
Val pressed her lips together, the way she did when she wanted to choose her words carefully.
“She would be a good wife.”
“For someone else, she would be a fantastic wife. For me, marrying her would only make for a cold, lonely life. And she would always know she was second best. I know you don’t like her, but that’s a cruel fate to wish on anyone.”
“She’d be easier.”
“Easy is the way of lazy men and cowards. I’m neither.”
“It’s just?—”
I cupped her cheek, keeping my touch soft.
“I’m here for you. Only you. I will only ever be satisfied with you. Now are you going to help me or not?”
“Help you?”
She stepped around me to pick up her dress before slipping into it. When she turned, I drew the tiny zipper up and smoothed the fabric in place to conceal it.
“Yes, I need information.”
She spun to look at me. “About?”
Damn, she looked beautiful in that dress. Knowing my cum ran down her thighs under that silk made it even sexier.
I grabbed my shirt, then shrugged it on.
“What are the Russians offering your father? I’ve heard rumors, but I want to know what you know.”
I didn’t plan to tell her about my conversation with Marco because I didn’t trust him. It seemed too easy. All smoke and mirrors. Why did he take her just to tell me how to get her back?
Maybe he cared about her and had to play a role to keep his father in the dark. Or maybe that was what he wanted me to believe. I didn’t buy it. Not yet.
He could just as easily have been setting me up, which is a risk I’d take, but if Val could give me something that helped me make a better move, I’d take that too.
She shrugged. “I don’t know much. Only that the original deal would’ve allowed Saul’s empire to grow into Europe without violating the treaty.”
I finished buttoning my shirt, then reached for my mask and jacket on the floor.
“Through Canada?”
Val nodded.
“Okay, that’s useful.”
I finished dressing, then turned back to her.
“Take a few minutes to clean up. I’ll see you soon.”
I placed a kiss on her cheek and unlocked the stall, stopping long enough to straighten my tie, mask, and jacket, so I didn’t look like I’d just had incredible sex in the ladies’ room.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“We’ve been over this, kitten. You belong to me. One way or another, I’m taking you home to our son. You’ll marry me—no one else. That’s where I’m going. To make it happen.”
After one final searing kiss, I left my girl alone in the restroom to freshen up, taking a moment to check myself in the mirror and wipe the red lipstick off my face.
Saul Moscatelli would see me and consider my offer.
I didn’t care what I had to do to make that happen. If I had to murder people in the fucking ballroom, I would do it.
He would listen to me, and we would make our deal.
When I stepped into the hallway, I found Benedetta leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and a bored expression on her face.
She raised an eyebrow.
Any attitude from her about what I’d just done wouldn’t be tolerated. I had no regrets.
I straightened my tie.
“Can I help you with something?” I snapped.
With a knowing look, she wiped lipstick off my chin.
“If you’re quite finished fucking his daughter, Saul will see you now.”