Page 35 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

Even the rest of the guys are suspiciously absent, but my concern for them is low right now compared to Vincenzo. Doc gave him strict orders that he’s not adhering to. How does he expect to heal fully if he’s off skipping around the house?

I snort. There’s no way Vinny would ever be caught dead skipping, but damn. It would be hilarious to watch.

My search of the kitchen proves fruitless, which can only mean one thing. The jerk is in his office, working. Sometimes, I wonder if he knows how to do anything besides that. I mean, it’s okay to be a workaholic, but not when you’ve been shot. Things like work can take a backseat while you heal. In our line of business, he’s considered weak since he’s been injured, and if someone chose now to attack us, there’s a good chance he’d be taken out.

None of us would let that happen, but it’s still a real possibility.

As I approach his office, I find the door partially propped open. Even from halfway down the hall, I can hear him beating on his laptop keys. Working. Just like I thought. There are others who can take over while he is down, but the man is so damn stubborn that he has to do it all himself. Arden or even I could handle this shit until he’s back on his feet. It’s a trust issue we’ll have to work through if he plans to be in my life for the long haul. We may still not know how things will work once I take over for Dad, but that’s where compromise will have to come in.

Pushing the door open wide enough, I slip in and slam the door closed behind me. Vinny jumps and throws a scowl at the intrusion until his hazel eyes connect with mine. The scowl quickly gets replaced with a sheepish look, and he reaches out, slowly closing his lap.

Yep. Busted, asshole. Strike one.

I stay silent, just waiting for whatever excuse is going to come out of his mouth. We’ve had this fight one too many times already in the past three weeks. He was ready to get up and start working when he woke up, but a well-placed call to Doc and a random welfare check got him to stay in bed. But it didn’t last.

“Hey, princess.”

Fuck, the purr in his words sends liquid heat to my core, my panties dampening with slick. All of my men have that superpower. They can have me ready for some knotty fun with just a few syllables.

Vinny inhales deeply, my perfume clouding the office, and a rumbling growl starts up in his chest as his eyes glaze with lust.

Nope. I will not give in. No matter how much my body begs for his knot and all the good things he can do to me. He hasn’t earned that yet.

“Vincenzo.” His growl cuts off as I lean against the closed door, crossing my arms under my chest. His eyes drop to my chest with a flare of heat at the movement, then his eyes shoot back to mine, and he grimaces at my tone, knowing I’m pissed off.

“So, I was…uh…” He rubs the back of his neck, his hazel orbs pleading with mine not to be upset.

“Uh…uh…what, Vinny? What were you doing?”

He curses and leans back in his chair, and it’s then that I notice that he’s once again wearing his three-piece suits instead of the loose clothing Doc suggested.

Strike two. I purse my lips, wondering if he will go for the strikeout.

He remains quiet, knowing there’s no excuse for being in here that I’ll buy. I sway my hips as I make my way toward his desk, rounding it, then sitting on the desktop. He still doesn’t say a word, but he slowly, almost methodically, scoots his chair closer, positioning himself right in front of my legs.

“Well?” He rolls his lips between his teeth and shakes his head. “Then I guess it’s time for punishment.”

His eyes widen, but the heat previously in his eyes makes another appearance. “Punishment? If anyone needs to be punished, princess, it’s you.”

“Mmmm, that may be,” I tap my finger on my lips, “but I’m not the one working when I should be resting.” His nostrils flair as I stand back up and slowly push my leggings to the floor.

“If this is punishment, you can punish me anytime,” he mutters, watching me like a hawk.

“Remember you said that,” I murmur, tucking my thumbs in the sides of my lace thong and pushing those to the floor to join my discarded leggings.

Retaking my spot on his desk, I scooch back, widening my legs and placing my feet on the desktop. Baring myself to him completely. It’s the first time he’s seen anything remotely intimate on me, and my nerves skyrocket, wondering what he’s thinking now that he sees me like this.

I huff out a breath and shake off the nerves. Who cares what he thinks. What he sees is what he gets. And if it isn’t good enough for him, well… fuck him. I lean back on one elbow and bring my other hand around, swiping my fingers through my folds.

“Fuck, princess,” he breathes, scooting in further until his hot breath wafts over my wet pussy. “Your cunt is glistening. Is that all for me?”

“No. This is for me. You only get to watch.”

A dangerous growl tumbles through his lips as his hands grip his desk, the force causing the wood to creak. Vinny is riled up, which is exactly what I wanted. “How can you lay a feast before my eyes but tell me I can’t indulge? It would be so easy to suck your little clit into my mouth and give you the climax you want before you can tell me no.”

My core clenches with his words, wanting that more than anything, but my head screams not to give in. Not to succumb to his tantalizing words. That this is his punishment for not staying in bed.

Shaking my head, I shove his filthy words into the back of my mind and keep on course, wanting to tease him. And him only. I don’t plan on stopping until I come all over my fingers and show him what he’s been missing.

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