Page 15 of The Sicilian Heir
Vito just ate my soul through my vagina. That was the first coherent thought I had when I finished spasming all over his talented tongue and thick fingers. I lay panting on the pillows, my hair sticking to my face from sweat. That was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Seeing as I had only been with Maddox willingly, I was shocked. I was also feeling a little guilt. I should still be mourning Maddox, but if I was being honest, I felt like a completely different person.
The girl Maddox loved was gone, and in her place was a snarky hard ass who had seen some shit. Vito was as quiet as I was. He pulled me against his body and held me. I let the sounds of his heartbeat lull me to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up alone in bed. I sighed. I shouldn't be surprised. Why did I expect him to stay cuddled against me? He was just using me. Vito wasn't any better than Romano, he just asked permission before he used my body. He disguised himself as a caring man who only cared about my pleasure, but at the end of the day, he was mafia. I ignored that voice in the back of my head that tried to remind me he'd only pleasured me and didn't take care of himself. I shrugged that voice off and wrapped myself up in my bitterness. I got dressed and headed downstairs. I was going to grab a quick bite to eat and then check on Rose.
I bypassed the office and stopped when I heard my name. I knew eavesdropping was wrong, but anything involving me in secret needed to be brought to life.
"She can't be trusted," someone was saying.
"You don't have any proof," a familiar voice said back.
I peered through the crack in the door and saw Vito sitting at the huge oak desk. He looked every bit the mafia leader that he was. He was holding some kind of meeting. There were a few people standing in front of him. I noticed Nick wasn't present at the meeting.
"There's been talk that the Yakuza may be teaming up with the Russians to take territory here in New York," the head guy addressed Vito.
"She's not Japanese, asshole," Vito snapped.
My head whipped back in shock. They thought I was working for someone, that I was an implanted spy. I scrambled away from the door but tripped over the carpeting, falling on my ass like a moron. Footsteps came toward me and I jumped up to run, but it was too late. The office door opened all the way to reveal everyone looking at me. Vito glowered behind the men who motioned toward me.
"See what I mean," their ringleader griped.
I sneered at him and flipped him the bird. When accused, show as much sass as possible. Never show fear. Vito motioned me into his office.
I waltzed in, flopped in a chair, and put my boots up on his desk. May as well disrespect him while I was here. If they were going to kill me, I was going down in style.
"Get out," Vito barked at the men loitering around waiting for the show. They filed out and closed the door behind themselves.
"What were you doing eavesdropping, little lotus?" His voice dropped an octave, and I hid a shiver. It wasn't fair, the effect this man had on me.
"I heard my name, so I came to look." I shrugged my shoulders, like it wasn't a big deal.
"Naughty girls who eavesdrop get punished." He grinned at me and motioned for me to get up. I did, reluctantly. I wouldn't be surprised if he was just trying to scare me. He pulled his tie away from his neck like it was choking him. "Hands on the desk," he ordered.
I didn't want to push him, so I did what he asked. He pulled my jeans down but left my panties on. That was good because I could already feel myself getting wet. Even though I knew what was about to happen, I was still shocked to feel the first sting of his palm hitting my flesh. It smarted. I inhaled as he started slowly spanking my ass. I could feel my butt cheeks warming up under his ministrations. It was like he knew when I got used to the taps and started to up the intensity. I could feel tears pooling in my eyes.
"Do you know what you are being punished for?" He rubbed my globes gently and I let my head fall on the desk.
"Yes," I whimpered.
"What are you being punished for, little lotus?"
My pussy clenched when his gruff voice called me by that name. I acted like I hated that nickname, but in reality, I loved it. It turned me on that he had his own name for me. "Eavesdropping on your conversation," I murmured.
"Damn straight, naughty girl."
He stopped rubbing and I knew my reprieve was over. As his blows rained down, butterflies took flight in my stomach, and I could feel myself clenching and unclenching in tandem to his ministrations.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look taking your punishment," he praised.
He pulled my panties down and groaned from the sight I probably made. I was leaking down my thighs, fists clenched, spread shoulder width apart on his desk like my legs. All I wanted to do was play with my pussy and impale myself on his cock. My hips searched for him, but I was thrusting on air.
"Fuck, the things I want to do with you," he whispered in my ear. His entire body was on top of mine, pinning me on his desk. I was panting. The mere thought of him giving me that dick was turning me on.
"Then do it," I commanded. That earned me another smack on the ass.
"Don't give orders to me, little lotus, you aren't in charge."
I whimpered and flattened myself on his desk more, rubbing my nipples against the wood.
