Revenge Vows: A Forced Marriage Mafia Romance (Ruthless Mafia Sinners)
Chapter 3

I don’t know why I’m following him anywhere.

I need to get back to my mother and sister. I still have work to do before Giovanni’s men come back to take me away.

But the moment that his lips came down on mine, all my good sense left me. I’ve wanted him to notice me ever since I started working in the club, and I know that my life as I know it is over once Giovanni takes me from my family.

If all I have is this one interaction with this beautiful, dangerous man, I’ll take it with both hands and gratefully.

He tugs me after him so fast that I can barely keep up. My bag bounces against my legs as we climb some stairs and he pulls me into an office and shuts the door. I hear him turn the lock behind us, and then he’s swarming over me again.

It’s like he’s sucked the air from the room, and all I can do to cling to my life is kiss him back, allow him to tear the clothes from my body, and bow to the furor of his claiming.

I shiver a little in the breeze from the air conditioner, goosebumps rising over my bare skin as I watch him strip off his clothing. He’s more magnificent than I could have imagined without his suit on, and my mouth goes dry at the thought of what we are about to do.

I glance down at his raging erection, and something like fear mixed with excitement lances through me. I’m a virgin, but I’m not going to tell him that. I don’t want to risk him changing his mind.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says wonderingly, walking around me in a little circle.

He slides a palm down my back and then flips his hand over to reach between my legs and cup my most intimate self. I gasp at the zing of electricity that shoots through me at his touch.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I manage to say back, and he laughs, the sound genuine.

He crosses back in front of me, and places both hands around my breasts, cupping them and kneading them. I feel like I’m going to melt into the floor because my knees are so weak.

He presses me backward a few steps, and I bump into the edge of the desk in the room. He cups my ass and lifts me onto the desk with ease, tumbling documents and other items onto the floor.

He kisses my lips again, then drops nipping kisses all the way down my neck before lavishing attention on my breasts. The ache at my core is growing, and I writhe desperately on the desk.

“Please, Antonio,” I hear myself gasping. I don’t even know what I’m begging for.

“I like it when you beg,” he says to me roughly, slipping his fingers inside of me and stroking them in and out of my pussy. I arch off the desk with a shout, the pleasure incredibly intense.

He growls in response and then pulls me closer to the edge of the desk. He’s tall enough to lean over my prone form easily, despite the height of the desk.

I feel the slippery smoothness of his cock pressing against my folds, and then he thrusts inside of me with a groan. It hurts for a moment, and I stiffen in surprise, but pleasure immediately tumbles through my nerve endings as he starts to pump in and out of my body.

“Holy shit, you’re so tight,” he groans, leaning back a little and grabbing my hips to stabilize them. I look up at the beautiful man buried inside of me, his chiseled jaw parted in response to the excitement of claiming me.

I close my eyes and give in to the tide of pleasure rising within me. He’s so big he feels like he’s tearing me wide open, yet the pleasure of each of his deep, hard thrusts makes my body arch off the desk as if I’m being electrified.

I reach behind me and grip the edge of the desk to anchor myself, pushing back against his huge cock, desperate for him to get ever deeper inside of me.

“Come for me, baby,” he orders me, and I do as if by command, screaming loudly and clawing at the slippery surface of the desk as my body jerks and shudders with the intensity of my orgasm.

“Good girl,” he praises me before shouting out his own release. I feel heat fill my core as he cums inside of me before slumping onto one hand and hanging his head down over my body.

He’s panting, his muscular chest heaving with the intensity of what he just experienced, and I feel an incredible sense of triumph in the knowledge that I did this to him.

As I’m watching him, my legs still twitching and jerking with the aftershocks of my pleasure, he lifts his gaze and meets my eyes. Something like softness appears in their dark depths, but then it’s gone and he pulls out of me and tugs me upright on the desk.

I watch him get dressed again in an abstracted way. I feel dizzy and disoriented due to the intensity of what I just shared with him. My friends have told me about their first times and how awkward they were. I feel bad for them now that I have experienced an orgasm that made me feel like I was dying and being knit back together in the span of less than a minute.

“Here, get dressed,” he says to me, picking up my clothing off the floor and offering it to me.

I want to be disappointed that he’s not basking in the moment the way that I am, but it makes sense. This was probably the usual kind of experience for him. He’s older than me, and can have his pick of women. I won’t let myself be hurt by the fact that the moment is far more special to me than it is to him.

I get dressed, and pick up my bag off the floor. I feel the seeping of him slipping from my body into my panties, and spare a moment of worry about getting pregnant. All other thoughts flee from my mind, however, when he cradles the back of my neck in his hands and presses an open-mouthed kiss on my lips.

“Thank you,” he says to me.

“You’re welcome,” I say back, my voice hoarse from shouting and crying out.

“I’ll have a driver take you home,” he tells me. I should tell him no, but I don’t. I just let him lead me down the stairs and out to the car waiting in the alley.

I look at the beautiful man who just took my virginity as the car drives away from the club. He’s got his hands shoved in his pockets and his hair is hanging over his forehead. I rub my thighs together to ease the renewed ache gathering in my core.

Now, no matter what else happens to me, I will have this incredible memory to savor.

I’m not sorry I fucked Antonio Russo. If my life ends in a few days, I deserve to enjoy what’s left of it.