Lindsay #2
He grabs his cock and places it against my mouth, prodding for me to open. Once I do, he doesn’t hesitate. He drives all the way inside with a groan, hitting the back of my throat. I gag for a second, taking the time to adjust.
“You okay, princess?” he grunts.
I look up at him, my mouth still full, and offer a thumbs up. He grins before pulling out and driving into me once again.
Matteo doesn’t take it easy on me as he fucks my mouth.
It’s raw and carnal and I completely submit to it.
I lick and suck his cock, trying my best to take all of him as he hits the back of my throat over and over.
When I’m about to gag, he pulls out, letting me suck in a breath before he gets right back to it.
I allow myself to be used. I let him take all he wants from me. This was all about pleasing him and if this is what he wants, then I’m all too willing to take it all.
“You’re taking me so well, Lindsay,” he grunts. “So hot and wet. You’ll let me come down your throat, won’t you, baby?”
My only reply is grabbing the back of his thighs, spurring him on. He suddenly slows his pace, the thrusts shallow and providing room for me to suck him in and lick. I reach for his balls with my hands, massaging and giving him even more pleasure.
“Lindsay,” he groans.
My name is the only warning I get before hot spurts of his come slide down my throat.
I swallow every last drop, my legs clenched. A gruff sound leaves his throat as he watches me, his eyes blown wide with disbelief.
When I’m done, he pulls me up and sets me on the bed. He crouches down in front of me, placing his hand against my neck.
“I can’t believe you’re real, Kitten,” he says softly.
Sometimes I think about the day Valentina got married. Her wedding had been so beautiful. Blue, because her husband had taken the time to fill the venue with her favorite flowers, forget-me-nots, packed into every corner, every table, every arch. She had looked so radiant coming down the aisle.
For a little while, I understood. I saw her face and I saw her husband’s face and the love there made me think that perhaps it was worth it.
Despite who he is and what type of family he leads, I knew he would take care of my best friend and keep her safe.
And it seemed like what she wanted, so I took a step back and tried to be supportive.
At least until a gunshot went off in the middle of the ceremony.
That shot made it immensely clear just how dangerous the life my best friend had walked into was.
All my reservations strengthened and I was sure I was doing the right thing by going after the family.
By being so strong in my beliefs that they’re criminals and don’t deserve to be walking the streets.
Now, I’m not so sure anymore.
Somewhere along the way, the lines stopped being so clear.
I used to think the world was simple. Good people. Bad people. Innocent men and monsters. Justice and corruption existing on opposite sides of an unmovable line.
But then I found out my father was tied to the mafia.
My best friend fell in love with a Don and somehow found happiness in a world I once swore only destroyed people.
The deeper I look, the more I realize almost everyone is tainted somehow.
Maybe that’s the truth no one wants to admit.
Life isn’t black and white.
It’s people trying to survive. Trying to love. Trying to hold onto the pieces of themselves that still feel human despite the darkness clawing at them.
Maybe loving someone like Matteo Vitale doesn’t mean excusing the darkness.
Maybe it means standing beside him and helping him find his way out of it.
Or maybe I’m already too far gone to tell the difference anymore.
And Leo, gosh, that kid just complicates everything even more.
Neither Matteo nor Leo have been at home all day. For a homeschooled kid, Leonardo certainly goes out for a lot of private lessons. I think Matteo’s just paranoid about his safety.
He’ll keep his son in the house whenever he has free time, but he won’t invite tutors over lest he compromise overall security. It’s a pattern that works right now, but it won’t work forever. Leo should be around other children his own age.
Making a decision to leave after a couple hours of restlessness, I get dressed and head out the front door. Allesandro and my guards are there to stop me.
“I’m not running away,” I clarify, amused at the deep frustration in the cracks of Boulder’s face. “I was hoping you would take me somewhere, actually.”
“And have you informed Mr. Vitale of this?” Allesandro questions, always on top of all that goes on in the household.
I grit my teeth, annoyed at being questioned about my movements like a child. But I understand the need for safety, so I grab my phone from the pocket of my dress and text their boss.
Me: Call off your dogs, Matteo. I need out.
His reply is almost instantaneous.
Matteo: Out to where, sweetheart?
Me: I thought I’d go see Valentina.
I’m sure he won’t be opposed to the idea, considering he’s been advocating for me to get in touch with my best friend.
Matteo: I’ll let them know. You can take any car you want in the garage. But stick to your guards at all times and don’t do anything reckless.
A smile slides across my face as I read the text. I don’t send anything in reply, tucking my phone back into my pocket before looking at the guards. Allesandro soon gets a text that must confirm Matteo’s instructions.
Ten minutes later, I’m in the back seat of a Mercedes, air whipping past my face as I’m driven toward my best friend’s house. I can’t help but feel a little nervous.
I haven’t really spoken to Valentina since I was a bitch to her when she came to see me. I did see her when the babies were born, but that was brief. Before that, I was so awful to her. I lashed out and I pushed her away.
When I step through the doors of the Vitale estate, however, my best friend makes it clear I had no reason to worry. She squeals before moving to throw her arms around me, her eyes bright and beautiful.
“I’m so excited to see you, Lin,” she says into my shoulder.
I hold on to her as well, relishing in her warmth. “So I guess it’s safe to say you don’t hate me?”
“Oh, hush. Like I could ever hate the girl who knows my deepest, darkest secrets and would bury the evidence. I may have baby brain, but I’m no fool. You and I have been through too much together for me to hold a grudge,” she assures me, pulling me toward a couch so we can sit down.
She’s literally buzzing with excitement, and it’s infectious.
“I missed you so much, Val.”
“Missed you too, Lin. Now, I have so many things to say to you and I don’t know where to start,” she murmurs. “Okay, first, how’s your dad? It’s been hard blaming him for things going wrong in the city with him on a hospital bed.”
My lips twitch. “Actually, he’s back in his own bed. Recuperating.”
“That’s good,” Valentina says. “I’m glad he’s safe.”
“Me too.”
There’s silence for a couple of seconds. I know she’s waiting for me to speak.
“I’m sorry, Val. I’m sorry for pushing you away and I’m sorry for being such a bitch. I’m sorry for being morally pompous.”
That makes her laugh. “What?”
“Matteo’s the one who described it like that.” Her eyes gleam when I mention him, and I inwardly sigh. Here we go. “He means I think I’m better than everyone. And that I have superior morals.”
“I’m going to have to agree with him on that.” Valentina laughs. “But I’m glad you mentioned him yourself. What’s going on? When did it start? Tell me everything.”
I get comfortable, leaning back against the couch with a soft sigh.
“It started with a one-night stand.”
Her eyes grow wide. “You slept with him?”
“I’m not proud of it,” I mutter.
“But then it became more than that, right? You have feelings for him?”
And so I tell her how it all began with Matteo and me. The arguments, the fights, me pushing him away. And I tell her how somehow he always seems to find his way back into my heart.
“I’m scared, Val,” I whisper. “I have such strong feelings for him and I know I shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s Matteo Vitale. I mean, I gave you so much shit about dating Salvatore, and now I feel like such a fraud.”
“Don’t. We can’t help who we love. If we could, I certainly wouldn’t have chosen a mafia Don.” She chuckles.
Valentina huffs out a soft breath before getting to her feet, dragging me along with her.
“Come on, I need to show you something,” she says.
We walk up a flight of stairs and down a corridor until we’re stepping inside a huge library. I take it all in, both awestruck and dumbfounded.
“Valentina,” I whisper. “What the hell?”
“I know, right.”
I take in the enormity of the place. Floor-to-ceiling shelves, a long wrought-iron spiral staircase. I catch sight of first editions, rare-looking, insanely expensive ones. The books in this library must be worth a fortune.
My heart soars at the sight.
“Who is responsible for this absolutely amazing gift to mankind?” I question.
“The late Vitale matriarch,” Valentina says on a smile. “She loved books and she worked painstakingly to build this library.”
She sounds like my kind of girl. Matteo doesn’t talk about his parents much. From what I’ve been able to glean, though, he adored his mother and she seemed like a great person.
“It’s amazing,” I tell my best friend. “I never want to leave here.”
“Tell me about it. Sal sometimes has to drag me out. Anyway, I brought you here to show you something in particular.”
She walks to a shelf that has a row of books that don’t quite fit in with the rest. There’s a huge “V” embossed across the spine of each one. Valentina slides one of them out. It’s a pretty fancy book, with gold leaf accents on the front.
When Valentina opens the front page, I gasp in shock at the family portrait. She hands it to me with a knowing smile.
“You’re surprised they used to be human?”