Page 36 of The Sicilian Heir
Chapter 20
Eunji
Vito really thought I was going to just let him tease me and not fuck me until he decided to. He'd better think again. I wanted him deep inside me. It was hard to have someone as stoic and cold as Vito share his feelings with me. Once he did, fireworks went off inside me. I mean, normally, actions spoke louder than words, but having the words still helped me open myself up to him.
Vito suddenly picked me up and got out of the bath. I was startled. He carried me over to the bed and gently laid me down. I thought he would put his cock back inside me since it slipped out, but I was wrong. He started to gently kiss me. Impatiently, he pushed me forward and kneeled behind me on the bed. He ran his tongue from my clit all the way up to my asshole and back. Dirty fuck.
His tongue stroked me over a dozen times before I felt that tingling that I was ready to explode. He flipped me over. Vito was always in tune with my body's reactions. He didn't want me to come too soon. Not yet anyway. I loved holding off for him. When I finally let go, it would be explosive. He moved his cock to my opening. Looking into my eyes, he slid home. I felt the same overwhelming feeling of love for him now as I did on the couch. Our hearts were beating in tandem.
"As nice as this is, could you just fuck me already?" I groaned, exasperated. I needed Vito to be the savage he always was in the bedroom. Making love was great, but sometimes I wanted to be his dirty, filthy little lotus.
"Fucking brat," Vito muttered and spanked my clit in retaliation.
I didn't mind. Someone needed to make sure he knew what I wanted, and that someone was me. With that, Vito slammed himself deep inside me. We both yelled out.
"Who owns you, little lotus?" he grunted as he fisted my hair and jerked me back against him.
He hit my cervix and I whimpered, crying out, trying to get away from the onslaught of this coupling.
"Tell me, who the fuck owns you?" he growled, causing tremors in my naval to travel south.
I loved his growly nature. It did something to my insides. "You d-do," I moaned out loud. My body shuddered as he changed the position of my legs, letting him hit deeper than he ever had before. Through a pleasure filled haze, I was barely able to form a coherent thought. My shouts and praises were turning Vito into a monster. He was laser focused on having me come on his cock as many times as possible, until he couldn't hold back anymore.
"Give it to me, little lotus. It's mine and I want to feel it." He didn't even sound like Vito anymore. Some kind of possessed monster had taken over and was currently demolishing my insides. There would be no other man. Vito was it for me. The very thought had my orgasm approaching at lightning speed. I begged him to come, and his shout followed my cries as I clamped down repeatedly on his cock and milked him dry.
We collapsed on the bed, tangled up in each other, sweat mingling and breathing labored. No words passed our lips as we basked in the afterglow. There was something so right about all of this. I cuddled up against Vito and fell into a deeply satisfied sleep.
The next morning, I woke to a pounding. No, not Vito between my legs. A pounding at the door. It was so hard, the bedroom door was shaking. Vito shook himself awake slowly. I wrapped a sheet around my body as he sauntered butt naked to the door and opened it.
"Can I help you?" Vito asked Luciano, who was standing there looking uncomfortable.
Luciano looked contrite and shuffled his feet, not meeting my eyes or Vito's. "We have a problem," he said quietly.
"I can hear you," I told him.
He shook his head and walked in like he owned the place. That was better. That was more like the Luciano I knew.
"I worked all night and got nothing out of Alexei," Luciano warned us.
"Are you sure you aren't losing your touch,fratello?" Vito was already getting dressed.
He had his mafiosa game face on. The one that said, 'I'm a scary fuck, don't mess with me.'
Luciano punched Vito in the arm. "Fuck no, I'm good; you know this." He flicked his eyes over to me.
"Get the fuck out, so my little lotus can get dressed," Vito commanded him.
"She could put on a show just for us,fratello." Luciano waggled his eyebrows at me and stood there expectantly.
In the blink of an eye, Vito had a laughing Luciano pressed into the wall with his gun pointed at his forehead. "Don't look at her. Don't speak to her. She. Is. Mine," he growled. His possessive nature made my pussy clench.
"Just making sure,fratello." An unfazed Luciano pushed Vito back and walked slowly out of the room, like he wasn't just threatened with bodily harm.
"He's so weird," I noted.
Vito snorted and threw me some clothes from the closet. I also saw that the top was his shirt. I guess he was making a statement today.
"You have no idea, little lotus." Vito's eyes ate my body up as I rose from the bed naked and reached to grab the shirt he had tossed on bed. "Maybe we should stay here and play," Vito murmured against my skin.
