Page 71 of Runaway in the Mafia
His hand circled my waist. With it, he yanked me into the office and shoved me against the wall. All before I could get myself to blink. The door thudded closed to my heavy breathing.
Trouble marched in, got onto the table and cheered from its aerial view.
His glare was vicious. It was fire on me and pulled me like an anchor to shore. I wish I’d put up a fight. Even if it had been thin and fragile, that I’d at least tried to. I could have had that to soothe my consciousness. But I let him overpower me. I let him slap his palm on my mouth, shove my skirt up to my waist, and yank the yellow satin to the side. A moan, raw and unbidden, left me when his belt buckle jiggled, and his erection sprang out into his hand. I was the one imprisoned. Yet a hot flush of pure power rode up over my skin. I couldn’t help it. Something in me made this man go all feral, drop his pants behind an unlocked door when anyone could walk in and find us compromised. It did all kinds of things for me. Made me eager. Yearn. Want him all the more for it.
So I let him edge his erection along my slit. Let him ease inside and sink into me, disappearing an inch at a time inside me. I groaned, a noise so sultry I didn’t recognise it as mine when he was buried to the hilt. I was filled with him. The only reason it felt good was because it shouldn’t have. Wicked was delicious. His hands clawed their way to my ass. They were nothing but rough when they squeezed my eager flesh. He pulled his hip away, then crashed it back into me. He moved in and out. Again and again. He was hot. Feverish. His body a moving wall of muscles. My hands crawled all over him. His coat creased under my frantic fingers. My insides pulsed. My scream trilledagainst his palm. It was hot and humid against his calloused skin. My teeth bit into it. I felt the approaching high and crawled my way to it. He dragged his teeth along my neck. Found the nip and bit into it. I burst. He grunted into my skin. My muscles clenched. Working to make this ecstasy last for days. I came so hard that my legs gave way. He acted as my pillar and refused to let me fall. His thrusts grew intense. Became harder. Wilder. Obsessed. His eyes locked with mine, a pure devil within them. Dark and filled with fiery lust. Then he jerked. His eyes rolled before falling to my neck. Hot, warm liquid filled me. He twitched inside till he’d given his everything. His chest heaved outside against me. It was the most fascinating sight. The don in his suit almost brought to his knees.
We were messy and wet. The room echoed the sounds of sex and carried the scent of it. Heavy and musky. His grip on my hip didn’t loosen. His head on my neck moved and bit. He knew well enough I wouldn’t have anything to cover it up in his uncle’s house. Still he marked me. Like I was an item he’d decided to possess. Then I felt his tongue roll over my fresh bruise. He licked it like I was precious.Don’t go there, Ahana.
I shoved angrily. He pulled his gaze up and glared. It was dark and glittery. Something pulsed in my core even when fear strummed in my chest.
“I. Am. Never. Letting. You. Go.” His tone was dark. A malicious warning that I should have heeded.
When he pulled out, I quietly put my dress together and adjusted my hair. Tried to erase the marks of his hands on the fabric and on my neck. I let him watch me broodily, unaware of the intentions throbbing in his veins.
I let him pull me out of the room and drag me back to the party. Only when we stepped inside the open room with his entire family did my chest pound with sudden intensity. A warning scream pulsed in my eardrums.
“Vitale, stop,” I muttered, trying to loosen my hand from his. But he wouldn’t let me go. “Vitale,” I hissed vehemently. The room was crowded enough that no one would hear me.
But they heard him alright when he pulled his gun out and blew a hole in the wall across the room. It lodged in it two inches above Endrigo’s head.
The music drowned. My ears screamed. Heart squeezed. Like a movie unfolding in slow motion, every single gaze came our way. Shock. Fear. Entertainment.
Disaster. Incoming.
I prayed to all the Gods I was supposed to pray to. Take me out of here. Drop a bomb. Open a sinkhole. Give me an out.
“What the fuck is this about,nipote mio?”His uncle Endrigo yelled, his tone full of rage, his eyes moving from the hole to the insanity next to me.
“Thought it was time for an announcement.” Vitale’s tone was calm. Dominant. Vibrated with the attitude of a don. A contradiction to the man who had been throbbing inside me a few minutes ago.
It made hives creep up my neck. Fear fluttered in my chest. I abandoned subtlety and yanked to get his hands off mine. His grip tightened. Cut the blood flow to them. Made my hand go limp.
“Please. Please.” I didn’t even realise I was muttering it as my eyes skidded all over the room. Sergio and Batista were moving towards us. For a second, I thought they were coming to my rescue, but then I saw their hands hanging too close to their hips. My head whirled three hundred and sixty degrees. Romeo shadowed us from the back, and more cousins orbited left and right. My heart panicked and jumped out of its cage.
“Well, you’re the one with the gun. What’s the fucking news?” someone asked. My shambled brains couldn’t figure out who.
“My engagement.”
My vision blurred. I didn’t even need to hear his next words for my world to collapse. He didn’t hit it. He took a jackhammer to it and shattered it. My crazed vision caught on Antonio’s knowing grin. What was so funny? Then it zigzagged into Ada’s tentative smile.Smile?But it wasn’t enough to keep me from collapsing when my world went dark. The only awareness I had was a set of powerful arms catching me. Dark words flooded into the black tunnel. “I’d never let you go. Even if you are the poison in my veins.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
VITALE
She fainted. My runaway girl, fucking drama queen, fainted. A sane man would take it as a sign of distress. I took it as her undying devotion to me. Missing factor was sane. I would never bother to pretend I even came close to it.
She was nothing I should marry. Sicilian, error. Catholic, double error. Virgin, unfortunately not, and innocent, no fucking way.
The thing was, she could be the poison running in my veins. The thorn in a good day of mine. The throb that brought on a migraine. It wasn’t enough to stop me. I’d thought not having her would kill me.
I was wrong.
Not having herforeverwould kill me.
I really didn’t care if she agreed to this plan or not. I was having her either way. Sealed with black ink, tied with a gold ring, marked with red on my skin. Every man who ever sighted her should know. She was fucking mine. Forever and ever.
But another swallow of whiskey in my darkened living room did nothing to quell the agitation itching on my skin. She could have at least pretended to be happy. Grateful maybe. But she had to go and fucking faint. If I hadn’t caught her in time, she would have hit her head on the floor like a brick. I couldn’t decide if it bothered me more that she could have easily hurt herself or that she’d lost consciousness at my proclamation. Nothing felt right anymore. I told myself that I should have let her drop. Would have served her right. A concussion. A bout of amnesia would have done her good. Something that made her forget whatever the hell she was running away from and run right into me. Now that would have saved me a headache.
