Page 39 of Ludovico's Vengeance

Nina has barely left my side, only long enough to shower. Hell, if the doctor that Michael brought in didn’t personally tell her I was allowed to use a chair and sit in the shower to get cleaned up, she would have insisted on a sponge bath. She’s walked in on me more than once stroking my dick too. It’s been too long since I’ve had her, and fuck am I hard up, but she won’t fuck me until I’m cleared. To say I’m in shock when my woman steps inside the shower with me is an understatement.

“What are you doing?” My voice is low and laced with need as my cock begins to stiffen.

She smiles sweetly at me while she kneels between my legs as the water streams down over her tight body. Her delicate hands grip my thighs as her eyes lock onto mine. The moment her nails dig into my flesh my dick pulses with anticipation.

“We may not be able to test my flexibility until you’re given a green light, but that doesn’t mean you need to suffer while we wait.” She teases as she bends down and swipes her tongue across the throbbing head. “Just tell me what you like, Ok?” Her innocence and vulnerability make me feel like a jackass but the moment she pops the tip of my dick inside her mouth, I forget everything else.

A long groan rumbles deep within my chest as I fight every instinct to thrust up into her hot wet mouth.

“Fuck,Amore. Your mouth feels so good.” I groan. “Flatten your tongue and take me a little deeper.” I beg through a shallow breath.

She does as she’s told, her tongue glides along the underside of my dick as she takes me deeper. The woman doesn’t stop after a few inches though, no. She takes me as deep into her throat as she can, making a point to swallow around the head taking me a bit deeper. Son of a bitch. I’m going to last all of thirty seconds. My hands thread through her wet hair as I pull her back, but she refuses to let me take control and fuck, I think I fall even harder. Her nails dig harder into my thighs as she begins to bob her head.

“Nina,” I pant her name as I feel that tingling sensation at the base of my spine. My balls begin to tighten. “Bella, I’m gonna –” My words are cut short when she takes me all the way back to her throat. Unable to hold myself back, my hands cup her head and hold her in place while I thrust into her throat. She hums around my cock and my vision goes fuzzy as my cock swells and pulses as I find my release.

When she finally sits back up, a wicked and proud smile splits her face as she wipes the tears that are streaming down her cheeks.

“Jesus Christ, woman, how the fuck was that your first time?” I pant as I help her stand and lower herself onto my lap. I bring her mouth to mine, my tongue swipes against her lips and she lets out a soft gasp as she allows me access. The taste of myself on her tongue makes me feral for her. She pushes me away after a moment when she realizes what I’m doing. The smile never falters as she cups my cheek.

“I may have been practicing.” Her cheeks flush while I cock a brow at her in question. “When you’ve been napping, Brittany has been giving me pointers with one of the toys we bought.”

Her admission has my dick immediately standing at attention again.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

It’s been a week since Giovanni has been home. The doctor claims that he’s cleared to get back to work and live life as he normally would. Part of me doesn’t trust the man with a medical degree. I’m being overprotective but I hated seeing him in such pain. Today is the first day I’ve left his side, and that’s only because I was conned by Michael. His praise over how I would be a great trainer for Brittany made me feel warm and fuzzy enough to agree to anything.

Since Brittany and I are roughly the same height, when she asked to borrow a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra for today I didn’t think twice about it. But the moment I see her in the outfit she chose, I realize I’m going to have to lock the door to the gym while I show her the ropes. That is, at least, until she’s allowed to get something to wear from home.

Her breasts are overflowing the small sports bra, and her round ass leaves nothing to the imagination in my pants. I’m most definitely jealous of how curvy she is. If any of the guys see her, Michael is going to unleash terror on the house. He really makes no sense to me. I hop out of the ring and move quickly to the door to lock it. She arches a brow at me in an unspoken question. The only way I can think to explain is to gesture to her tits as if she’s Jessica Stanley at the Forks High School prom.

“You won’t be the one paying the consequences if anyone else sees you in that.” She and I both laugh as I climb back in.

I was asked in no uncertain terms by Michael to train Britt because he “Will not allow either of you to be helpless should we be put in a dicey situation.”The fact that he refuses to speak to her even though she flirts with him shamelessly confuses the hell out of me. According to Brittany, he’s being a pussy. I don’t really get the dynamic of their situationship as one may call it.

Brittany bounces back and forth on the balls of her feet trying to find the courage to swing at the mats I have on my hands. No matter how many times I’ve reassured her that it won’t hurt me, she is fighting the process. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head when she winds back only to relax her shoulders again before any impact can happen. I let out an annoyed groan.

“You think Michael’s a pussy? You know you could have snuck into his room during the time you’ve been here.” I taunt, trying to get her frustrated with me to want to hit me. “I guess you’re all talk, huh – Mommy.” I wiggle my brows at her, and she stops moving entirely with her mouth agape.

My friend doubles over in laughter at my words. When she stands up her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at me before she speaks.

“Whatever happened to the innocent and quiet girl? I miss her.” She pulls her arm back and lands a right hook into my arm.

Ouch.

I stick my tongue at her like a teenager, which only ends up sending us both into a fit of laughter. As soon as we gather ourselves and get in a ready stance, my cell phone rings. I groan and pull off one of the pads before I rush over to the device. When I don’t recognize the number, I tap the red button to ignore whoever is trying to get in touch with me.They can leave a message.

The only people I care to talk to on the phone are saved in my contact list. As I work to get the pad back on my hand my phone notification goes off again, the loud chime echoes through the room. This time it’s for a text message; I glance down to the same number I don’t have saved.

When I read the message, it takes me several tries to confirm I’m reading this correctly. My gaze darts up to find Brittany watching me curiously before I drag my eyes back to the screen.

Unknown:

I have daddy dearest. If you want to end this with a bullet between his eyes and not your new little family – you're going to want to meet me here. We have some things to discuss.

Another message with a familiar address has me gasping for breath.

A melodic tune fills the room as the hold music plays from my speakerphone. Peter has had me waiting for the past twenty minutes to speak with Mayor Ricci. The promise to provide her with more information in a timely manner is only serving to be a severe pain in my ass right now.

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