Page 20 of Vow to Me

“Isabella, you’ve been in New York for a while now. Surely, you’ve got something to tell me?” he grunts.

What? No how are you? How’s married life? Are you happy with the man I sold you to?At least he’s consistent in being a dick.

“Something like what, Papa?” I say, playing dumb. There’s not a chance in hell I’m telling him anything about what Luca or the rest of the family have been up to.

“You know exactly what I mean, Isabella. Surely you know something, it’s always good to keep some blackmail material. Honestly, it’s a wonder you’ve made it this far in life,” he says and I have to hold in a snort, I’ve made it this far in life before I fucking fought tooth and nail every single day while putting up with him being a controlling and demanding asshole.

“Luca and I don’t talk about his work, or anything even remotely related to it. I’m sorry, but I don’t know anything. I have to go,” I say before hanging up the phone with a huff.

I’m not exactly sure what on god's green earth makes the man think I’d help him, considering he’s done nothing but belittle me my whole life, but his brain seems to work differently to others. To him I’m just a pawn, that doesn’t stop now that he’s sold me off. No, he now thinks he can use me to spy on the New York outfit. Hopefully if I keep dodging his questions, he’ll eventually give up, I’m done being his little puppet.

Deciding to be open with Luca, I make my way down to the gym, where I find him sat on the bench lifting weights. He’s facing away from me, only wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts. I can see the muscles on his back rippling with each rep. The tattoos on his back glistening from sweat. He’s so fucking hot, my core tightens, and my panties grow wetter for every second I stand here staring at him.

How can one man turn me on so much? I’ve never once gotten wet from the sight of a man alone. Hell, in the past, the men I’ve been with have had to work me up to get me ready for them. Whereas Luca could just glance in my direction with his heated eyes, cocky smirk and I’d be gushing, ready to take his dick, no work necessary.

I clear my throat, announcing him to my presence and making him turn his head to look at me.

Chapter Nineteen

Luca

Iturn my head to see Izzy stood near the door to the gym, she’s still wearing the jeans and sweater from earlier, only now she’s barefoot and her hair is piled up on top of her head in a messy bun and she’s removed any makeup from her face. She’s fucking stunning.

I came down to the gym to try and work off some of my sexual frustration, I knew if I stayed anywhere near Izzy, I’d end up begging her on my knees to let me fuck her, so I removed myself from the situation to let her get some work done.

“Iz, are you okay? What’re you doing in here?” I ask, knowing she was planning on working for a few more hours. I spin my body to face hers and her eyes darken as she takes in my naked torso.

Fuck, I can’t take it when she looks at me like that.

“I…Uh, I just wanted to tell you about the phone call I had with my father.”

Intrigued, I give her a nod to continue.

“I thought you might like to know that he’s digging for information, wanting me to pry into your dealings, he wants some blackmail. Not sure what for, but I figured you and your familywould want to know what he’s up to, I told him we don’t talk about any of your business.”

“Don’t worry about him Izzy, he won’t find anything on us, just keep telling him we don’t speak about it and hopefully he’ll stop asking, he probably just wants dirt on us in case we try to cross him in the future,” I say wanting to reassure her. She’s had to deal with that fucking asshole her whole life, and even now, after he’s gave her away as part of a business deal, he’s still trying to fucking use her.

My blood heats as anger wells up inside me. She deserves so much fucking more than him, she deserves the fucking world. How the fuck can he think that she’d ever do anything for him again after he willingly offered her up to us without an ounce of remorse? Hell, she’s even too fucking precious for the likes of me, not that I’ll be giving her up.

I stand, intending to walk over to her, but by the time I can take a step forward, she’s already advancing on me. I still, waiting to see what she’ll do. She reaches me in three quick strides and before I can ask her what she’s doing, she drops to her knees right there in front of me.

She peers up at me from under her lashes for a second before she grabs hold of my shorts, yanking them and my boxers down in one quick tug and leaving my hard cock bobbing in front of her face. Her eyes widen while taking me in. I noticed last night while in the shower she kept her gaze averted, never once taking a peek at what I was packing.

My breathing is starting to grow heavier just as she gently wraps her fingers around the base and tests the weight of me in her palm. Ever so slowly, she leans forward and licks the tip, making me groan.

“Fuck baby, you’re killing me here,” I pant.

She shoots me a seductive smile and slowly takes me into her mouth while swirling her tongue around my tip. She starts off with a slow, torturous rhythm, making me want nothing more than to grab hold of her and fuck her mouth, but I refrain, letting her take control and set the pace.

I lace my fingers through her hair and give her a soft tug, making her moan around my shaft, the vibrations pulling another groan from me. She has her hand wrapped around my base, working me with her hand and her mouth at the same time. Her other hand slowly moves down her body, where she makes quick work of undoing her jeans and putting her hand down her panties.Oh fuck, she’s getting herself off at the same time.

“Christ baby, that’s it. Fuck your hand while I fuck your mouth,” I rasp as I start to take control of her movements, fucking her mouth quicker and making her take me deeper.

“Open your throat for me,mia regina.”I push all the way in, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag. Tears well up in her eyes as I start thrusting my hips quicker, her hand is working herself faster while she lets go of my cock and she uses her other hand to hold onto my thigh to steady herself.

“Holy fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good. You look so pretty taking my cock with tears streaming down your face baby,” I groan, and she shudders at my praise.

My girl likes being complemented?Good to know.

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