Page 18 of The Vendetti Soldier

I wheeze, out of breath from wiggling around. “It’s too tight. I can’t get it unzipped all the way. The lace is going to suffocate me; we should just burn it.” By me, I mean my boobs. The girls will be stuffed in so much they’ll come up to my freaking chin like in the historical romances I’ve read. “I want a satin or silk underlay so it’s softer. We seriously have to stick to this liner under the lace?” I continue to complain.

The curtain jerks to the side, stunning me into shocked silence. I meet Luciano’s fuming gaze, his cheeks red with irritation. He storms toward me, his hands grabbing the back of the dress. A gasp spills from me as he wrenches me back and forth and rips the dress apart, yanking it down until it’s resting underneath my exposed breasts.

“Better?” he hisses, just as breathless as I am. He twists the back material together tight enough I can’t move my arms out of the holes to get the dress off my upper body completely before jerking me to the side of the chair in the opposite corner that faces the wall of mirrors. He shoves me forward with the hand at my back while the other works at the button and zipper on his slacks.

My mouth pops open, “W-what are you doing? Have you lost your mind? You just ruined this dress!”

“You have an attitude problem that needs fixing.”

“Fuck off! You try going through this dress hell and tell me you wouldn’t be pissy too after the hundredthno.”

He has me pinned over the arm of the supersized chair and tosses the fluffy skirt up over my hips. My cheek rests on the seat cushion, my gaze watching everything he’s doing in the mirrors. A cool gust of air hits my butt and thighs, making me squirm. I squeak when his slap hits my butt. The mafioso just spanked me!

“These panties should be illegal,” he growls, tugging them just under my butt, using them to keep my thighs clenched together. I draw in a deep breath, opening my mouth to give him some sass when he shuts me right up with the tip of his cock. My pussy greedily sucks at the thick, blunt head, wanting to be filled. “You’re already soaking my cock. You know who you belong to, don’t you? I bet Santy tore this pretty, smooth cunt up last night, didn’t he?”

I know he wants an answer, but what do I say? His brother hasn’t fucked me yet. Will he be mad? “H-he hasn’t,” I admit as much in a whisper. His hand on my hip tightens, rooting me in place as he slams all the way home.

“No? Oh, naughty, naughty bambola, are you in for it. I’m going to breed this pussy before mio fratello has even had a chance to feel the clench of your eager pussy on his cock. I can’t waitto see his face when I tell him you’ve taken my cum first, that you may grow big and round with mio bambino before his.” He chuckles, the sound deep and evil, making me shiver. It’s like a dark caress, stroking me in all the perfect places.

“Please don’t tell him,” I beg, and it sets him off. He pounds into me over and over, spanking the sides of my ass and thighs while he does, and I know the front of my legs as well as my butt will have bruises for the next week because of how turned on he is. It only serves to drive me crazy for him, squirming and mewling to let him know how good he feels inside me. He’s big. Experienced. Knows how to move his hips and control me until I’m dizzy with lust over him and how divine he feels wrecking me.

“Oh, he’ll know alright. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum he’ll have no choice but to know where I’ve been. First.”

“Luciano,” I whimper his name.

His hand leaves my hip; he stuffs it in his slacks pocket, pulling something shiny out. “Suck on this; I want it warm and wet, capisci?”

With a nod, I open my mouth. He pushes the metal object inside, and I comply, allowing my saliva to soak it and warm it. I don’t know what it is or what he’s going to do with it, but he absolutely has my mind racing with possibilities. His hand returns to my hip, sliding over the front until his fingers find my clit. His fingertips toy with my sensitive bud, flicking it between them until I’m moaning around the metal, trying not to open mymouth and spit it out. It only drives him on to move faster until tears are leaking down my cheeks as stars paint my vision. The orgasm’s intense and exactly what I needed. He was right, and I don’t know if I love or hate the fact he knew me better than I did myself in this instance.

His cock throbs, growing impossibly bigger, driving my pleasure on. Just when I’m ready to plead with him that I can’t take anymore, he explodes. His hot cum soothes my overstimulated pussy as he pumps drop after drop until I can feel it spilling out of me. All I can manage to do is stay in place, attempting to catch my breath while my overstimulated senses fire all around me.

He pulls free, and I open my eyes, not realizing I’d ever closed them in the first place. I meet his stare in the mirror as he leans forward, watching me the entire time. His hand moves to rub my lower abdomen under the dress with his cum-covered fingers as he murmurs, “You’re leaking my cum out of your tight hole, and we can’t have that. If you don’t learn to keep my cum inside you, I’ll tie you down in my office and turn you into our fucking breeding cow.” At his twisted promise, his touch leaves my stomach to yank the metal from my mouth. With a growl, he pushes it into my pussy, more of his cum spilling out of me around it.

I’m panting, mind spinning from the orgasm and his filthy words. I’ve never had a man speak to me before like he just did. Why does it turn me on so much and not make me furious? A fucking breeding cow? His nerve is unmatched, and I can’t stop myself from momentarily imagining what that situation could look like.

“Capisci?” he demands, pulling me to my feet and shaking me from my current thoughts. His free hand reaches around to cup and squeeze my heavy breast. His thumb flicks over my nipple, and I clench around the smooth metal egg-shaped stopper currently plugging my pussy.

I’m wobbly. Roughly and thoroughly fucked. All I can do is nod. Luciano’s cocked me into sated silence. His cheeks are still ruddy, but now I see what I missed when he came in here. He wasn’t angry; he was turned on, and it’s unbelievably sexy on him. It’s a heady, powerful feeling, knowing I’m the one to have put him into that state.

He plucks at my stiff nipple, sending a zing to my pussy, and it spasms hard enough that I cry out, giving him his answer. His hand leaves my breast, moving to my neck, lightly squeezing. His hand is so big it covers the front of my throat, making me swallow at the sight. He sees the power reflected in my eyes and is reminding me he’s in control right now.

“Good. Now, go with the lace sheath dress. The one with the deep V in the front so we can see your cleavage. It’ll be dipped for the correct coloring, and we’ll add a thin ebony velvet bow belt at the smallest part of your waist. It’ll be classy, sexy, and scream custom. You’re Vendetti now, and the entire world will know it. Save the princessa get-up for the after-party.”

I want to hate him for telling me what to do, but I can’t stop thinking about him fucking me again.

Chapter 9

No one ever tells you that bravery feels like fear. - herelegantensoul

Rorik

The days pass ina blur because we’re so busy and, at the same time, on edge from everything happening with our enemies. We were supposed to marry in three days from the initial attack, but it didn’t happen. One thing after the other got put on hold in one way or another, and it’s had me wondering if the Irish have been behind the scenes, attempting to sabotage our families joining. It’d be impossible, though, because they have no way of knowing we’d planned to marry immediately, let alone at all. Sure, they could guess, but to know? Well, it’d mean there was a rat in one of our organizations, and while not completely out of the question, it’s highly unlikely. At least Ihope so, because the last thing I want is to leave my father’s side while there’s a traitor in the midst.

“Ready, Ror?” Mischa questions after putting the sparkling diamond drop earrings in that once belonged to our mother, shaking me from my worries. I have Mother’s diamond studs that Papa had made into cuff links for me. We’re each carrying a piece of her with us today, and it brings me peace knowing something beautiful belonging to her is a part of my special day.

“As much as I can be. Luciano texted and is growing impatient. He believes if we wait longer, we’ll be kept apart in some way.”

She shakes her head. “He doesn’t know how stubborn we are.” She offers me a smile, and it brings me some comfort, as it always has in the past. Mischa looks so much like our mother in certain ways; her presence always tends to be able to calm me when I get to worrying too much. “Besides, Papa is thrilled for both of us. He would never tolerate anyone keeping us from what we want. You know that.”

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