Page 9 of The Vendetti Soldier

“And you’re fertile?”

I nod, noticing the questions coming from him should, but don’t, raise red flags. Instead, they only serve to make me grow wetter between my thighs. He wants to put his heir inside me, and it’s beyond hot possessing that sort of power.

He exhales, almost as if he’s relieved, and sucks my bottom lip between his. “Good. I’m going to breed the fuck out of you once we’re married,” he promises, his expression a mixture of lust and determination. His words are the last thing I’m expecting him to say, but they serve to make me delirious for him. I nearly beg him to do it right now but bite into my cheek to refrain. I won’t start our relationship with me begging him to fill me with his cum in the bathroom down the hall from our families when our marriage has merely been announced minutes before. “For now, I want to eat your pussy. It’s the only dessert that’ll satisfy me at the moment.” He drops to his knees before me. “Fidanzata.”

I watch, heart thrumming wildly in my chest, as he shoves my dress up to my waist, revealing my lacy red panties. He runs his fingers lightly across my skin, causing a shiver to spiral over my body. My nipples harden to the point they’re poking through the delicate fabric, and I can feel the heat between my legs building. Pushing my panties to the side, he leans close, breathing in my sex. I gasp as his tongue makes contact with my sensitive flesh, the sensation overwhelming me. His fingers deftly part my folds, his tongue delving deeper. I can't help but moan as he begins to tease my clit with expertly placed flicks.

Reaching down, I run my fingers through his hair, urging him on. “Oh, yes,” I breathe, “Please give me more, Santino.”

“Mm,” he rumbles against my folds. “You like it hard?”

I’m nodding several times before I realize I need to use words because he’s full-on eating me out and not paying attention to my passion-drunk nods. “Yes, I want it hard.” His cock too.

At my admission, he spears two fingers inside my depths, and my head falls back. A loud, lengthy moan escapes me as he thrusts me straight into an orgasm. Wetness squirts from me, spraying him, and no matter how I try to stop it, the orgasm continues, as does my embarrassing display of leaking all over him.

As it finally stops, tears crest, and my lip trembles. My flesh burns with embarrassment as I whisper out a shaky apology. “I-I’m s-so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’ve never done thatbefore. I swear, I’m mortified.” I don’t want to admit as much, but I absolutely have to apologize for this.

He stands, his cock tenting his trousers obnoxiously. “Had an orgasm?”

My cheeks are on fire as I shake my head. “I’ve orgasmed before, but all the wetness…” I trail off, resting my face in my palms as I attempt to hold back from panicking and having a full-fledged cry fest. He’ll be disgusted, no doubt. There go my chances of marrying him; he’ll never want to see me after this, I’m sure.

“Hey,” he says softly, trying to pull my hands away, but I’m too humiliated to drop them. “I take it you’ve never squirted before?” he kindly asks, and I shake my head no. Lord knows I’d remember if that ever happened. He uses a tissue to dab around his mouth, erasing my mess from his face, then peppers soft kisses over my hands and lightly continues to tug. “Look at me,poco zucchero,” he orders, and my sad eyes meet his. He tilts his head, staring at me tenderly. He grabs a fresh tissue, lightly patting at my cheek where a tear’s escaped. “None of this; you have nothing to be ashamed of. It could be the angle you’re in and the way I touched you. Believe me when I say I loved every minute of it.”

“You enjoyed it? But it got everywhere.” I gesture to my lower half and the wetness still coating my thighs. Thank God my dress was shoved up, or I wouldn’t be able to show my face outside this room until it dried.

Santino grabs a hand towel from the small decorative cabinet off to the side and cleans my legs, carefully running his fingertips over each spot to make sure he didn’t miss anything. “Enjoyed isn’t a strong enough word. It wasperfecto. I can’t describe how pleased it made me and how sexy you look when you come. You’re so responsive it has me wanting to take you hard against this wall and see how many times I can make you squirt on my cock.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips and holds his palm out to help me down. It’s not much of a drop with my heels. Stepping to the side, I watch as he washes his hands. They’re manly, big, and veiny, and for some reason, I find that ridiculously sexy. “You feeling better, princessa?” he asks after a beat, meeting my stare.

“Just Mischa to you, not printsessa.”

“Mm, maybe I have a fantasy.” He grins, making my lips twitch into a smile. “Ah, there’s my beautiful fidanzata. Keep that satisfied look on you, bella, it suits you and will drive mio fratelli wild not knowing what it means.”

I need to study the Italian language,I think as I wash my hands, drying them and checking myself out to make sure I look put together. I feel anything except having it together, more like the opposite. “I feel like Jell-O,” I admit, loving the amusement shining in his gaze.

Chapter 4

You were always mine, I just had to find you. - r.h.sin

Luciano

They leave the bathroom,not expecting me to be waiting. Mischa nearly runs into me as I step in front of her, blocking her path. Santino raises his brows, silently questioning me, and I offer him a calm glance in return. “Enjoying yourself?” I whisper to Mischa, running a finger along her jawline, pushing her chin up so she meets my heated stare. “Soundedlike it.”

She blushes furiously while mio fratello smirks, and I can’t help but mirror his expression. “Santino was quite helpful. Now we can get back and finish dinner before it’s considered rude.”

Cocking my head to the side, I chide, “Oh, no. It’s too late now,princessa.” Her breasts heave as her breaths increase with me cornering the two of them. “I heard it was dessert time. Did Santy tell you we share everything? I heard you’re used to sharing too. Quite the little explorer with your fratello.”

“It’s not what you think. We never slept together or anything quite so taboo; I was just there to make sure no one hurt him,” she defends immediately. I love how fierce she is when it comes to her famiglia, especially Rorik.

“Sì, a fierce little sorella.” I flick my attention to mio fratello again as I spill Rorik’s private confession about his thoughtful sister, “You would find someone who was bi, so you could share him and make sure he treated Rorik well. I have to say, I admire you, getting your pleasure while still sharing your conquests with your twin. Were any of the men intelligent enough to figure out your plan, or were they too stupid to believe they had a chance of keeping you?”

Santino whistles behind me. This is news to him, and I knew he’d want to hear it. Mischa goes to turn, ready to submit to my brother, but I catch her before she can face him, stealing her attention again.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds, I promise.”

Is she promising me or Santino? My money’s on him, but she doesn’t realize yet how serious I am that we share everything,includingwomen.

Chuckling, I mention, “I never said it was bad, and Santino is used to sharing. You areours, after all. Did he tell you that? We’re going to take turns putting a bambino in you, over and over again until we decide we’re finished. Matteo already informed us at dinner while you were indisposed that that’s what the plan is.”

“What about Rorik?” Her cheeks flame as her protectiveness shines through, and it makes me want her more. Knowing she’ll be fierce with our children is extremely sexy in a woman.

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