Page 15 of Vow to Me

And if I was to call Marco for advice? Knowing him he’d snort into the phone before hanging up on me. Useless asshole.

Fuck it, I’m just gonna talk to her. What’s the worst that could happen? I don’t think she’d actually stab her own husband, right?

I stand and walk through the apartment towards her bedroom. Reaching her door, I raise my hand to knock on the wood just as the faint sound of buzzing comes from her room. Blood instantly rushes south to my dick. Fuck, is she getting herself off? Just as I think it, I hear her gasp and then let out a breathy moan.

Holy fucking fuck.

My dick is as hard as steel and throbbing painfully, I reach down and squeeze myself to relieve some of the pressure. I’ve never been so hard in my life, all from just hearing Izzy playing with herself through the door.

“Oh fuck, yesss.” I hear her breathe and let out a raspy moan before she moans, “Fuck… fuck, Luca.”

Jesus fucking Christ,my name has never sounded so good.

I need to get out of here before I walk in there and make her fantasies a reality.Talk about crossing boundaries.

I stalk back across the apartment as quickly as I possibly can towards my bedroom. I enter my room, close my door and start shrugging out of my clothes as I walk into the bathroom. Once I’m naked I walk straight into the shower and turn it on to the coldest it’ll go and hoping my dick will deflate enough for me to be able to sleep.

I can still hear those fucking sexy little moans, her moaning my name in that lust-filled, raspy voice of hers is playing on repeat in my head.Fuck it,I think as I wrap my hand around my dick and start slowing pumping myself.

I imagine Izzy in front of me on her knees, begging me to fuck her face right before she parts those red painted full lips of hers and I slide my cock through.

“Fucking hell,” I growl as I imagine sliding to the back of her throat. I fuck my fist faster, imagining fucking her face while she chokes on my cock, pretty tears streaming down her face.

Fuuuckk.

I have to grab on to the wall to stop my knees from buckling. I bet she tastes so fucking sweet; I could make her scream my name while I feast on her like it’s my last goddamn meal before slamming myself inside her. The image is so fucking real and so fucking vivid inside my head that the next thing I know is I’m coming harder than I have ever came before all over the fucking shower floor.

Once my breathing calms down I stand for a few minutes wondering how the hell a woman I’ve known for less than three days has me so worked up, never in my life have I fantasized about fucking a specific woman in so much detail. NormallyI’d just imagine fucking a woman from behind. They wouldn’t have a face to identify them. Like I said, I don’t fucking do attachments.

On the bright side, at least now I know why she couldn’t get away from me quick enough, I smirk to myself but then a realization has the smirk dropping from my face and if I were to look in the mirror, I’d probably see a horrified expression in its place.

Dad was right, if Izzy is affecting my this much after only a few days of knowing her, then I really am fucked.

Chapter Fourteen

Izzy

The days pass in a blur of work and narrowly avoiding my husband and whenever it’s been impossible to avoid him, we either sit in silence or make small talk. It isn’t exactly awkward, but things could definitely be better. I’m sure he thinks he’s done something wrong to make me avoid him—but, if I’m being honest—I can’t even fucking be in the same room as him wondering what it’d feel like to have his body on top of mine while he fucks me six ways to Sunday.Focus Izzy, you have work to do.

I’ve spent today working from the kitchen island, needing a change from the dining room. I’m tracking a lead of a buyer who posted on a site known to be frequented by traffickers. I was tipped off by the creator of the organization, Hurricane. They contacted me two years ago when they started Freethem. They’re a good hacker and had the basics for the site down, but they needed help to set the algorithms right. I’m good at what I do, it was only supposed to be a one-off contract, but once I saw what they were doing I wanted to help, growing up in the Mafia, you see a lot of shit.

Before I agreed to the job, I did a little research, wanting to make sure that they were legit. It turns out that he’s a big shot CEO herein New York, and I’m pretty sure I saw him in an article for New York’s most eligible bachelors.

Luckily, my father doesn’t deal in sex trafficking, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t happening in and around Chicago. I felt like my family takes enough lives and spills enough blood, this could be my way of giving back and doing something good, I’d like to think I’m making a difference.

I haven’t seen Luca since last night, which is probably a good thing as all I’ve thought about all day is how I got myself off last week to thoughts of him fucking me on the kitchen counter and I don’t think I’d be able to look at him without blushing. I need to get a hold on myself, the longer I go on like this, the more likely I am to end up begging him for his dick.

For fuck's sake Izzy just stop, you need to fucking focus!I reprimand myself and busy myself with work, I’ll try fucking anything to keep my mind from spiraling to dirty thoughts of my handsome husband.

I hear the elevator ping and out walks Luca.Think of the devil and he shall appear. I shake my head and chuckle to myself before focusing back on my laptop.

“Something funny?” he asks from the other side of the island and my head snaps up. His eyes darken as he takes in what I’m wearing. Shit, I didn’t think earlier when I changed. I’m wearing a flimsy camisole with no bra and to make matters worse, the longer he stares at me the harder my nipples get.

Realizing he’s still waiting for an answer, I clear my throat. “Uh, no. Just busy with work, what are you doing here? Your back earlier than usual,” I state, and he nods.

“What is it you do on that thing all day, anyway? Are you an influencer or something?” He asks.

I roll my lips to hide my smile, he really needs to let go of that Mafia princess mentality he has going on.

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