The Vendetti Coward: Salvatore Vendetti (The Vendetti Famiglia Book 4)

by Sapphire Knight

  “Fighting won’t help. It’ll only provoke me to hurt you, and you should know, it’s the last thing I want to do to you.” I’m being one hundred percent sincere. I already care about her well-being far more than I should. Although, the thrill of tonight is beginning to hit me. I never thought her fighting me would make me so fucking turned on to have her.

  Valentino interrupts, “He doesn’t, but I do. I won’t mind making you cry one bit, beautiful.”

  I scowl, but retort nothing in return. Cris chuckles and asks her, “What shall I call you now that you’re ours?”

  “Y-yours?” Annabella stammers. My brothers flash wolfish smiles, attracted to the glimmer of panic from her. She’s the prey tonight, and every one of the bastardos are salivating at the thought.

  Luciano laughs. “Of course, Sorella. We’re fratelli. We share our things.”

  He sends a wink towards Violet as she veers down the rest of the hallway with her security team. Matteo was adamant she be well protected with so many people around for the wedding and reception. Vi may not agree with what we do, but this is our life, and she’s learned to accept it.

  Annabella gasps, her stare silently pleading with me as we pause in front of the room she’s already visited. Matteo opens the door to the exam room. At least with Matteo being in charge, I don’t have to suffer through Romano’s presence in here with us like he did at his wedding. He orders, “Hold her down and strap her in if you need to. You know the rules. Salvatore takes her cunt first, as she’s his.”

  Valentino runs his finger along her chin, leaning in. He growls, “Then it’s my turn, dolcezza. I’m the fastest aside from Matteo when it comes to killing.”

  Annabella cries out, “You killed someone?” My brothers snicker, staring at her like she’s simply adorable for not knowing otherwise. “There’s stories, but they can’t be true!”

  I smack the inside of her thigh lightly as I stand between them spread open in the stirrups. “Your attention belongs to me right now,” I command.

  Cristiano mocks, “We’ll see about that. Arianna can never hold out when I touch her.” He grins down at my wife as he brings scissors to the V accentuating her breasts. “Hope you don’t like this dress too much.”

  He hands them over to me and I lean forward to slit the exquisite material down the middle, ruining the gown completely. Tears fall down Annabella’s cheeks, but I can’t possibly concentrate on that and do what is expected of me. For once in my life, I won’t be a fucking coward. I’ll do what I have to so she has my brothers’ protection and loyalty. Lord knows she deserves far more.

  “Please, Salvatore,” she begins to beg, but I ignore her, pushing her panties to the side. I thrust a finger inside her warm, wet core and groan in delight. Her pussy is soaked.

  “You beg me, you cry and act scared at my brothers’ taunts…And yet, I find your pussy drenched,” I say and briefly flick my attention to Matteo. “There is never a Vendetti wife who doesn’t lust after our fratelli,” I confirm.

  He shakes his head somberly. “It’s the curse, Sal. Accept that our women will always covet our fratelli and make peace with it. They’ll never want outsiders. It’s in our blood.”

  I nod, finally understanding what him and Cristiano meant when they were both newly married and said something similar. I thought they were acting crazy, but I finally see the truth. No matter how much each woman loves us, they end up desiring our brothers as well.

  I pull my cock free, pumping the hardness against my palm. She wears my ring on her finger, and she’ll take my cock first. No other man can say the same. The knowledge has me dripping precum. “Annabella is mine. It’s enough for me.” I cast my gaze to each of my brothers and proclaim, “She may crave your cock, but she will always belong to me.” Then I sink forward, burying myself deep in her innocence.

  She whimpers with the intrusion, the sound like angels singing to my ears. I feel as if I’m right where I belong, surrounded by my famiglia while buried deep in the woman who’s quickly turned my world upside down. I’ve lusted after her from the moment I laid eyes on her in the driveway; there’s no use denying it now. I meet her teary stare as my brothers caress her all over. She’s so fucking beautiful it makes my teeth hurt.

  I gaze below, watching as my length sinks inside her and draws back out. I use the scissors to cut away the elastic on her panties. Taking in her lacy garter thing, I figure it’d make the perfect handle. I dig my fingers under the band, gripping it as I jerk inside her. Her pussy’s bare except for a strip down the middle, like an arrow telling me where I belong. “You may hate me in the beginning for this. In the end, you will learn that it has to be done.”

  She shakes her head, whispering, “I only ever wanted you.”

  I offer her a jaded smile, not buying her words completely, but wanting to. “I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at them, and the way they returned that desire back at you. This has to be done.” I slam into her, relishing in her cries that’re because of me and no one else. She’s not a young virgin by any means. Her barrier was barely intact, nearly gone completely. I’m not stupid enough to think it’s because of another man. I’m not stuck so far in the dark ages to think she’d lie about her purity. She’s not responding like a woman whose been fucked before, and that’s plenty of reassurance for me.

  “So tight. So fucking perfect,” I reach between our joined bodies and gently rub her clit. “I won’t hurt you. I’ll make sure you enjoy this and come with me.”

  “Sal,” she calls out.

  “Mm?”

  “K-kiss me, please,” she begs, and it’s my undoing. I thrust roughly, driving deep as I press her tiny hot spot and lean forward to plant my mouth on hers. The kiss is erotic, more intense than the stolen kisses we secretly shared in the hallway. Her velvety tongue caressing mine has my cock throbbing in search of relief. I want her fiercely. I haven’t been this clear-minded in a long time, and the sensations are so much more intense than I remember. In the past, I’d lasted a long time with women, but I haven’t been with anyone since before I went to rehab. It’s showing in this rushed performance, but I simply can’t help myself with the way she spins my emotions up inside me.

  I want to come inside her tight pussy. Fill her up with my seed and watch her belly grow with my child inside. Fuck, I’ve never wanted to see that with a woman so badly as I do right now.

  I break our kiss. My toes curl in my imported leather loafers as I attempt to last until she gets off. Santino leans over, taking my place at her mouth. He licks the seam of her lips until she parts them and gives in to his kiss. Those lips belong to me, but tonight…I must share her with them. Afterwards, it’s still an option as well, but I’m not sure I can handle it. Luciano, Santino, and Violet are the sharing type. Sofia was as well, before she landed herself six feet under.

  “Mm,” I groan as tingles crawl through me at a blistering pace. I don’t know if I can hold off much longer. Annabella’s pussy feels like heaven sucking on my cock. “Not a virgin anymore, Nanny,” I say the title tauntingly. She came to work yet is getting fucked instead. Serves her right, walking into the viper’s den, surrounded by the Vendettis. “Your pussy belongs to me. You belong to me, Annabella. I want to feel you squeeze my cock. Be a good wifey and come. Flood that tantalizing pussy,” I order.

  She manages to pull off a side glare as Santino continues to ravish her mouth. I can’t wait until I get to eat her pussy. I know she’ll taste divine. I don’t feel her muscles contract so I lightly slap her clit until I force the orgasm from her. She’ll thank me for it one day. It’ll relax her and make tonight easier for her to take the rest of my brothers’ cocks. In the past, we’ve always done our duty, fucked, and stepped away, but that’s not happening tonight. My brothers can fuck her, one after the other, but I’ll be right next to her, making sure she has multiple orgasms as well.

  It’ll be a night she remembers, one that I won’t allow to be filled with her pain. I can’t change the tradition, but I�
�ll protect her any way I can. As her husband, it’s my duty, one I’ll never take lightly.

  I’m barely pulling free from her, my come dripping from her swollen slit, when Valentino is practically jumping between her thighs. He shoots her a twisted grin. The fucker always looks evil when he does that. He’s probably scaring Annabella, but regardless of the situation, she attempts to put on a brave face.

  I move to stand beside her, dick still drenched with her juices. I couldn’t give a fuck. I’ll stay naked beside her all night. She’s my wife. If anyone has an issue, they can dip out. I know that won’t happen though. We share everything; we always have. I run my finger down the inside of her arm, relishing in the goose bumps that follow my path. Leaning down, I whisper so she’s the only one who can hear me well, as it’s our business. “Thank you. I will cherish the gift you’ve just given me.”

  Her lip quivers as I pull back, her irises full of so many words she keeps to herself. On a quiet breath, she asks again, “Kiss me more, please.”

  “You only need to ask. I’ll kiss you anytime you want me to,” I murmur, my mouth falling to hers.

  I hear Matteo in the background quietly reprimand, “Unless we’re handling Empire business, no affection in front of our enemies.”

  My lips break away as I chuckle. I want Annabella at ease tonight. It’ll make this so much more enjoyable for her. I move from her mouth down to her throat, nipping and sucking. She yelps and it’s a sound full of pain. I shoot a glower towards Valentino who responds with a salacious grin.

  “You can fuck her, but don’t you dare fucking hurt her. Underboss or not, you’re still my younger brother, and I will make you pay for any harm sent her way,” I threaten, and his brows shoot up with surprise. It works though. He eases up his thrusts a bit, and I move back to where I left off.

  “Remember, you said you’d do anything for me.”

  A confused tear slips from the corner of her eye as she stares at me with an emotion I can only assume is longing. “I will. I meant it.” She nibbles on her lower lip and the sight nearly drives me mad with lust. I move back to her breasts, sucking one tip in my mouth, loving the cries of pleasure she emits from my attention.

  “Pretty, pretty, pretty,” Luciano lowly comments from the opposite side, but I block him out, concentrating on the feel of Annabella’s tender flesh. Her body rocks with each of Valentino’s thrusts, and I suck harder, my fingers ghosting over her opposite nipple simultaneously. She’s so inexperienced, so fresh, and untouched that the multiple stimulations sends her body over the edge again.

  She trembles as her orgasm climbs and detonates. Then the sweetest sound leaves her lips, “Yes, Salvatore!” she cries, my name escaping her mouth like a prayer as she rides the wave of pleasure. My fists clench as I restrain myself from shoving my brother aside and dipping my cock inside my wife again. She has me on edge, ready to lose control, and in this famiglia, losing control is not an option.

  Italian women have a fire inside them.

  If loved correctly, they will warm your

  entire home. If not, they will burn that

  fucker down.

  - Unknown

  I’m in shock. That’s the only way I know how to describe what’s going on with me at the moment. There’s no way I was expecting this to happen…ever. I knew the Vendettis were twisted and secretive, but their tradition takes sacrifice to another level entirely.

  Salvatore doesn’t seem to understand that I want him. Not his brothers. Sure, all of the family is gorgeous and I’m attracted to them. You’d have to be blind not to be, but I’ve wanted Sal from the moment I saw him standing outside the mansion acting like he’d rather be anywhere but there at that moment.

  “Please,” I whisper only for him. I don’t care what any of the others think of me begging. I’m not theirs. I’m Salvatore’s wife. His. “I want you, Sal.” I lean up to nip at his chin. There’s not much else I can do, being restrained. I’ve waited my entire life it seems like for this night. I want to feel him all over me and most of all inside my core.

  His brows jump in surprise, his irises lighting up at my boldness. He’s my husband. I’m not going to hold myself back any longer. I’ve never been a timid person. I was raised to be strong. “Mm, cara, you’re going to be fun, aren’t you?” He smirks. He still doesn’t take my words seriously though.

  I can do this for him. If the tradition is something he won’t waiver on and I’m required to have sex with his brothers, then I will. For him. Valentino comes inside me, declaring me lucky to have had his cock. I barely refrain from rolling my eyes in front of the arrogant underboss, but I manage. The man looks like a fallen angel; he’s utterly perfect, but something about him terrifies me inside. He’s evil, just like Matteo.

  Sal’s palm slides over my abdomen, pausing when he finds my clit. His skilled fingers begin to rub, making me moan. It’s pointless to fight any of it. This is the way things are, and I’m not rebuking any pleasure from it. His nostrils flair as he takes in my body, my dripping-wet pussy full of two brothers’ cum. When his gaze finds mine once more, everything else in the room disappears but him and me. “For you, only you,” I declare boldly.

  “Cazzo,” he growls, sending chills over my body once more. The man hits an invisible trigger inside me all the time, and he doesn’t have to do much of anything for it to happen. He has this way about him that draws me in. I want to fix him. Keep him. Maybe even love him, but overall, make him mine. My papa always said I was destined for greatness. I just never realized it meant I’d be a Vendetti, a queen in their powerful Empire.

  I shatter. My head tilts back as my eyes clench closed. Multiple pleased groans and chuckles surround me. It’s like being in some perverted dream where you can sin and not get into any trouble for it. “Make me sin!” I moan for Salvatore, only him.

  When I open my eyes, staring between my thighs, it’s to meet the intense stare of Dante. He came into town for our wedding and tonight. He flies back to Chicago at midnight, so I’ve been told. “You can call me Devil, carina. I have no problem with sinning.” Danger emanates from him as he hikes my ankles to his shoulders and drives in deep.

  I scream, he fills me full, feeling deeper in this position. I’ve heard rumors of just how dangerous he really is. He doesn’t scare me though, not like Valentino. Perhaps it’s because I haven’t had any previous run-ins with him since he’s been away.

  His chest shines as dots of sweat pepper his tanned flesh. Sinful is the perfect word to describe him. For one thing, he’s the largest of the brothers, his arms solid bands of steel. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever been this close to, and it has my pussy gushing at the sight and feel of him. I’m human after all. I enjoy a muscular man just like everyone else.

  “You’re going to be a sweet little pet and come when I hit that cunt deep. You understand me?” It’s a demand. I’m not a fool to attempt to say any differently. I nod, cheeks hot from the way he traps me with his dark gaze. It’s like he’s put me in a trance and I can’t look away. Is this what Sal meant when he said I couldn’t help it, that they’re cursed? Dante’s big paw smacks behind my thigh, the slap against my flesh ringing through the room, and then he thrusts hard and rough. He goes so deep I swear he’s in my throat.

  I cry out, my pussy quivering. He slaps my opposite thigh on the next drive, and I’m a goner. I come so hard my eyes close and everything goes black.

  I startle awake, not realizing I’d passed out. Dio, Santo, I’ve never experienced anything like tonight. It has me so twisted up inside. In a good way, don’t get me wrong. I may’ve not agreed to this at first, but I’ve had plenty of pleasure from it. I won’t lie, I’m sore between my legs, along with my muscles already beginning to feel achy and overstretched. After the way things felt with Dante, though, I’m curious. Will I connect to any of the others like I did with Salvatore and the Devil?

  A cool cloth is patted against my forehead and then lightly run over my neck. I follow the hand until I l
and on a concerned Sal. “It’s so quiet,” I manage to croak out. My tenor is filled with sleep, although I’m certain I wasn’t out for long. I think I’d be able to feel if I were.

  “Mm,” he nods. “I told them to give you a break. You’ve been passed out for about ten minutes. My brothers will be back in a few minutes to continue.”

  I nod. “That feels good. Thank you,” I murmur.

  He scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re thanking me when I’m the cause of all of this. I tried to warn you, you didn’t know what you were getting into. We’re cursed.”

  “Stop blaming yourself. I can see the guilt eating you up in your eyes. Violet and Arianna got through this, so I can to,” I say as he moves to my pelvis, pressing the cold cloth against my core. I groan in relief. “I had no idea that’s what I needed until you did that.”

  He offers me a small smile and my chest warms. He’s so damn handsome when he looks like that. It doesn’t hurt that he’s only in a pair of trousers with the button undone, revealing his sexy naked hips. “You still have to get through Luciano, Santino, and Cristiano.”

  “And Matteo.”

  He shakes his head. “No, he only watches. He’s Capo. He’s done his duty to this famiglia.”

  I release a deep breath. “That’s a small relief. I was kind of afraid of him killing me if he wasn’t satisfied.”

  His brow furrows, a frown pulling at his lips. “Dolcezza, you’ve given us a gift, not the other way around. My brothers will cherish this offering from you. They may not seem like it right now, but you have to trust me.”

  I begin to answer when the door opens, his brothers filing inside. They’re so imposing like this, all around me, and at once. Dante is missing. I’m assuming he’s gone to catch his flight.