Revenge Vows: A Forced Marriage Mafia Romance (Ruthless Mafia Sinners)
Chapter 21

My eyes flutter shut as he places a kiss on my lips. There is something soft about his touch. His lips don’t force mine apart as recklessly as they usually do. His lips moving over mine feel like a breeze. It’s a gentle and unrushed motion.

How did I get here?

After he left my room earlier, I grabbed my phone and made a distressed call to Giovanni. “What do I do? I don’t think he is interested anymore.”

Giovanni mocks me. “Is Viper tired of fucking you already?”

The uncouth jerk. “This isn’t good for the plan,” I say.

“It sure as hell isn’t. How are you going to get close enough to kill him when he can’t even stand the sight of you?”

“That’s not what’s happening—”

“I am truly surrounded by morons,” he mutters in the background. “Listen, and listen good, woman. Men like Antonio and I have one weakness—are you ready to hear it?”

“Yes,” I whisper, looking around.

“We are lonely losers,” he stops and laughs. “Pathetic loners who have seen the very worst of the world. So, if you want to get a loser like Antonio loser into your web, you have to act like you understand him.”

“Bu—but how do I do that?”

“Good question—that’s your problem.”

Then I hear the beep from the other end of the call as he hangs up.

Just as I tucked the phone away, Mary entered the room and looked at the perfectly made bed in surprise.

“Well, that’s a first. I thought my boss was in here a few minutes ago.”

I sigh. “He isn’t in the mood, or he is tired of me, maybe.”

She chuckles. “I doubt that’s the case. I’ll go prepare your evening bath.”

“How do you know that he isn’t tired of me?” I ask, stripping off my lingerie.

“For one, no hostage here has ever been as protected as you are. He gives orders to us every day about what you need to eat and drink, and what you should wear. If she asks for anything, let her have it,” she says, imitating his gruff tone and making me chuckle.

“Maybe he is just being nice.”

She stops and looks at me. “Have your nipples always been big?”

“Mary!” I cry, covering my breasts.

“I am just saying, the last time I saw nipples as big as yours was when my daughter-in-law was pregnant.”

I chuckle. “There is no way I am pregnant.”

She stops and stares at me. “Do you know how often I change your sheets? Are you taking birth control?”

“Can we stick to talking about Antonio?” I ask, walking to the bathroom. Alarm bells are going off in my mind though. I realize now that I’m about a week late. That scares me more than I want to admit. I’m probably just late due to stress. I refuse to think about being pregnant right now.

“Case in point, he doesn’t hate you. It’s impossible that he hates you.”

She helps me into the bath, and I settle in.

“He didn’t make love to me today.”

Mary sighs. “You don’t have to tell me so much about what goes on in here.”

“Don’t be mean. You know you’re my only ally here,” I groan.

“Now—now, calling me an ally is pushing it a bit.”

I chuckle and inhale the sweet scent from the bath.

“You didn’t hear this from me,” Mary starts to say in a lower octave, “but I overheard the guards talking about Antonio on my way up here.”

I lean over the side of the tub in interest.

“It would appear that the brothers are having a bit of tension over you.” She inhales and straightens away from the tub. “He practically raised both brothers after their parents died, and I don’t care what anyone says, he loves both of them to death. Maybe the reason he’s blue isn’t because he hates you. He might just be having a bit of a difficult time.”

I sigh. “Great. Now he definitely won’t look at me.”

Mary squeezes a bit of shampoo into her hands and begins to work on my hair.

“Have you considered that you might be the one person who gives him a bit of comfort?”

I chuckle. “He hates me, and he would probably put a bullet through my head if I piss him off.”

“True, but if he hated you that much, he would have done that when you ran off the first time.”

I fall silent.

“Do you think that I can comfort Antonio?”

“Without getting killed?” Mary adds.

I nod.

She shrugs. “You won’t know if you don’t try.”

I sigh heavily.

“Dear?”

“Yes, Mary.”

“Your nipples are definitely bigger.”

“Mary!”

I decide to give her advice a try. My golden chance came when I heard the maids whispering that he hadn’t had anything to eat all day.

I warmed up some leftovers, and I brought them to him.

When he pulled out his gun, I wasn’t surprised. For some reason, I knew he wouldn’t pull the trigger. When he pushed me to the wall, strangling me, I knew for sure that he wasn’t going to hurt me. He wasn’t squeezing hard enough.

Just like that, my plan was back on track. Only that somewhere between pulling his strings, he began to pull mine. And now he was laughing with me. I had never seen him laugh.

His eyes were genuinely tired, and I saw that there were circles under them. His hair was a bit overgrown, but it fell beautifully over his forehead. In those few moments, when he doubled up laughing, his face lit up, and I saw someone different.

I saw the man whom I naively had a crush on years ago. The man whom I had thought of as I brought myself to pleasure, muttering his name as I came while looking at his pictures.

It was perverted, I know. I had forgotten how much he had once consumed my thoughts.

Before I can stop myself, I am telling him the truth. I am supposed to be undercover, luring him into my trap, so why am I telling him about raising Laura and about killing the stupid fucker that tried to hurt Mom?

It’s a story that no one else knew. Only Laura and my mother were aware that it had happened. Why am I telling him that I miss his touch? Do I miss his touch?

No! It’s impossible—I—I am just so used to being his plaything that my stupid brain thinks that I want it.

I don’t.

So why are my eyes resting on his lips expectantly, and why do my eyes flutter shut as he inches closer? My hands are bound tightly, so I can’t hold him, but I like being trapped, at his mercy. It feels like ages since he was this close to me.

His lips part mine, and his tongue replaces mine gently. Slowly, he lowers me to the grass and strokes my hair.

“You are so fucking beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.”

Why does my heart skip a beat? And why do I look at him longingly as he unbuttons his shirt? He slowly lifts my dress to expose my bare legs. I have panties on, but the cold wind blows against my throbbing pussy.

He lowers his face to my lower body and begins leaving a trail of soft kisses from my stomach to my bare thighs. Tingles run down my spine as I tug against the handcuffs. He moves his hands to mine.

“You’ll hurt yourself.”

“I need you now,” I gasp.

“I need you more.”

He zips down his pants and slides underneath my handcuffed hands so that his face is above mine.

He wraps his arms around my waist, easing himself between my legs, and I gasp as his hard member pushes against my entrance.

“Damn!” he says as I groan.

He slides in slowly, easing himself inch by inch, and when he fills me up, he looks down at me and smiles.

“Does that feel good?”

I gasp. “It—it does.”

He lowers his head to mine and places a kiss on my lips. I cling to him tightly as I feel pleasure that is simply inexplicable. He goes deeper with every thrust, his huge cock filling me almost to the point of pain.

“Say my name,” he whispers, biting my earlobe softly. “Say you like it and ask me not to stop,” he whispers.

“Antonio,” I moan as he thrusts in.

“Yes.”

“Don’t stop, I am so close.”

“Go on.”

“I—”

He pulls out, and I gasp as he pushes in again without warning.

“I like it,” I whimper obediently, and I realize that it’s entirely true.

“Good girl,” he whispers as my legs begin to shake, and I shudder under him. My world melts into pleasure, then oblivion.

He bites my shoulder as I shatter around his cock, my wrists tugging painfully at my restraints. The pleasure is so intense that I can hardly stand it, and I hear myself screaming over and over again as I come with violent force. I feel a rush of warmth rush from my pussy, and he growls in response.

“That’s very good,” he grates out as he picks up his tempo. He sinks his teeth into the place where my neck meets my shoulders as he comes. His body shudders and shakes under my fingers, and I feel the warmth of him spilling inside of me.

“I think we ruined my jacket,” he pants in my ear as he slithers out from under my arms.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter drowsily. I’m suddenly so tired that I feel boneless. I frown a little as the cool breeze tickles over my thighs.

“Come on,” he says to me, his voice sounding almost fond.

I feel myself lifted up as though I weigh nothing, and I let my head fall against his shoulder. I allow myself to slip away into sleep as the gentle motion of his steps rocks me back and forth.