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

by Sapphire Knight

  I push the strap from her shoulder, the blouse falling down far enough to offer a generous glimpse of her cleavage. Following the material, I pepper kisses on her shoulder, down her back, along the seam, until I reach the top of the opposite strap. I shove it off her other shoulder, placing kisses in its wake. The material falls to her waist, baring her ample breasts encased in her soft pink, lacy bra. Everything about her is so feminine, it drives me mad inside for her.

  I love that I was the first man to ever be inside her, and the last. I know the rules: I’m supposed to allow her access to my brothers if she should desire them, but that’ll never happen. I’d smother her in her sleep from overwhelming jealousy, so I can never allow it to even be an option for her.

  “You’re mine, Annabella. You know that…si?” I ask, my mouth moving to her breasts to kiss every inch of her exposed flesh. Reaching around, her bra is released with a quick flick of my fingers. I fling it off into the background, my hands moving to her thighs. I caress the smooth material of her skirt, pausing under her gorgeous behind.

  “I do,” she complies. Her admission has me straining in my slacks. She’s got enough stubbornness in her to not allow anyone to walk all over her, yet was raised in a traditional Italian famiglia. She knows when to bend to her husband’s will…to my desires. My hands cup the back of her thighs, griping tightly enough I easily lift her from the ground. Her limber legs move to secure around my waist as my arms wrap around her little body, holding her snuggly to me so I can kiss her as if she’s air and I’m suffocating for it.

  She squirms against me, her hands raking through my hair, squeezing my shoulders as she gives her kiss back just as passionately. She wants me as badly as I do her. She was made for me. I was too ignorant to open my eyes and see her for what she is—a priceless gift to covet.

  Her skirt and shirt are bunched together at her stomach, but it doesn’t matter. I have access to her breasts and panty-clad pussy. My fingers slide the material off to the side, thrusting into her channel. Two long digits buried deep in her pussy has her gyrating against my hand, sweet cries breaking free from our kiss.

  “Salvatore, please give me more.”

  “Oh you’ll be getting more, trust me on that much,” I promise fervently. I’m vibrating all over with desire for her. Is this how it is for everyone when they’re newlyweds, or is this something different?

  “W-what will you do to me?” she asks. Her cadence breaks as I scissor my fingers, working her open enough so my big cock won’t hurt her too badly when she takes me inside her. She may’ve went through the tradition already, but I want every memory from here forward to be with me and filled with only pleasure.

  “Sweet wife of mine, I’ll fuck you good and hard against the wall. You seemed to enjoy it when Santino had you against the wall. Why not try it with my dick as well.”

  Her head jerks with a nod, eager to have me. Her core grows wetter with each passing moment. She seems to enjoy my dominant side rearing its head when it comes to sex. That’s the thing with virgins; they’re so inexperienced that they let you do whatever, always attempting to entertain and learn. Typically, partners inexperienced with sex annoy me, but with her, I relish in knowing she’ll be taught how to please me and accept pleasure in return. My fingers slip free, soaked with her juices. I flick my button open, freeing my length.

  “I wanted you,” she claims. “Each time, I imagined it was you inside me, and not anyone else.”

  A primal growl filled with satisfaction rumbles through my chest at her provocative words. “You’re trying to kill me,” I mutter gruffly, rubbing the head of my cock against her clit, making her jump. I was already wet with precum, so it easily glides over her nub, combining our essences.

  “It’s the truth,” she attests, and I push inside her core. The tightness of her walls clamp down on my length, but they can’t hold me back from taking all of her. I’ve already broken through her barrier, claimed her virginity as my own, and I’ll keep taking every piece of her I can. “You’ve spoiled me for anyone else.”

  “There’ll be no one else. Not ever.” My free hand grips her chin, holding it in place as I steal her lips for a blistering kiss. She has a possessive streak showing it’s hand inside me, an emotion I’ve never had to deal with in the past. Is this what Matteo has gone through with Violet, and Cristiano with Arianna? It must be, this gut-wrenching sensation to maim anyone who attempts to take away my wife.

  “Sal!” she moans with shock as I sink in deep, my hips pistoning forward then back. Her body is shoved up against the wall, unable to escape from my grip. She fits to my frame as if she were created distinctly for me. “Yes, gosh right there!”

  “I know how you need to be fucked,” I murmur, with my face tucked in the crook of her neck and shoulder. My tongue flicks out, tasting her tender skin, and she shudders in response. She seems to forget I’m nearly ten years her senior. I’ve been fucking for a long time. She’s older than most of the women in arranged marriages, by five years or so, but she’s still so damn innocent it’s intoxicating. “Give in and give yourself to me,” I order.

  “I did. I’m yours.”

  “I know you are. Now show me who this pussy belongs to.” Her walls clamp down around my shaft. The sweet thing loves my dirty talk. “You’re dripping wet, covering my cock in your pussy juice.”

  “Oh!” she shrieks, milking my length with each thrust.

  My mouth skirts up her throat, licking and nipping as I go. I get to her lobe, drawing it into my mouth to tenderly bite down. I release it with a groan. Her pussy feels remarkable—warm, wet, soft, fluffy…like a goddamn cloud stroking my cock while coated in cotton candy. Give me more, give me all of it until it makes me sick from overstimulation.

  “Fuck,” I hiss as the urge to come fights against my will, my body ready to explode. My nuts are taut, drawn up, ready to expunge every drop and impregnate my wife. Grabbing her breast, I pinch at her nipple, twisting the stiff peak until she shouts in satisfaction.

  Her core pulses, gripping me over and over, tugging and plucking at my member until I can refrain no longer. With a sigh of bliss, I release. My muscles tense as cum shoots from my throbbing cock, my length aching as my pent-up desire finally floods free.

  “Sal,” she croons my name softly, her pussy still vibrating with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm.

  “Perfecto, my moglie.”

  She pulls me close, her lips finding mine. She always kisses me with as much fervor as I pour into it. This time is different, however, as I can feel the emotion intertwined in the kiss. It’s not fiery, but soft and slow. It’s raw. Heartfelt. The sentiment rips through my chest, the jagged edges pushing away to let her in. It’s a painful sensation, but I know it’s authentic.

  “You’re mine, Salvatore Vendetti. My husband,” she whispers after our mouths have untangled from each other.

  “Si.” I tilt my head, surrendering. As long as she treats me as her sovereign, I’ll give her anything in this world that I possibly can. She can have it all, everything. My hand moves to her tummy, rubbing the silky flesh that’ll soon grow with my child. I’ve never been more excited for anything in my life. They’ll be a piece of her and I, entwined as one.

  “I must shower,” she breaks the silence eventually. “Rosa will need me soon, and I don’t like when she cries.”

  A smile tilts my lips. “You are good for her. The mother she needs.” Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she suddenly grows bashful with my claim. “What is it?”

  “I sort of said something similar,” she admits as I help her back on her feet, watching with amusement as she attempts to fix her wrecked clothing.

  “And that has you anxious? Why?” I ask, following her towards our bathroom.

  She steps into the oversized walk-in shower, turning on the water. The rain feature has the water falling from the ceiling, warming as she fights her clothes. “I don’t want you angry with me. I had no right to say she’s mine, to risk that exp
osure.”

  I move to her back, helping her out of her blouse and bunched skirt. “Of course you do. You spend your time away from me, with her. She’s as much of yours as she is mine now. You’re my wife, you have our name. As far as she will know, you are her mama.”

  She twists around to meet my stare, tears filling her eyes. “I couldn’t bear it to ever lose her. I love that little girl.”

  Wrapping her in a hug, I assure her, “I know you do, and you won’t.” I release her, helping her under the pleasant trickle of hot water. “I’d have never married you had I felt you’d be a terrible mother to my bambina.” My hand reaches for her stomach again. “Soon we’ll have another. A bambino, part you and part me.” I press a kiss to her forehead and grab the soap. I dump a generous amount in my palms and smooth it over her, working the liquid into bubbles.

  “I’m falling for you, and it scares me,” she admits out of the blue, catching me off guard.

  I massage her tense shoulders. She’s so damn short and tiny compared to me when we’re like this, facing each other naked. “You have nothing to fear,” I assure her and move to soap my body. Surprisingly, it’s the truth. I don’t know when my regard began to morph into more with her, but they’ve been slowly and silently evolving. Then this happened with the O’Toole puttana, and it really tore me open inside where Annabella’s concerned. I can’t believe she was in that situation, in so much danger, and I wasn’t there to protect her. Of course, I’m proud she stood up for herself, but she never should’ve been put in that position.

  “What’s going to happen to Fiadh?”

  I groan. “Let’s not think of the irritating Irish woman. She’s the reason I’ve got these bruises.” I gesture to my thighs where the testy fica fought me in the snow. I’m a big guy, yet she somehow managed to land a few solid kicks when she attempted to escape, not to mention my forehead is still a bit tender. It’ll be the last time I underestimate a woman, I’m certain on that much. I still haven’t heard if Cris was able to dig deeper into the Irish mob and discover new information on her brother or anyone else of interest. Valentino has shocked us all with how he’s handled this situation, not killing O’Toole when she posed a viable threat to him or our famiglia.

  I know it was Tino who helped O’Toole escape from the cabin. Did he kill Amedeo? Our own soldato…or did he make it possible for the puttana to take care of him on her own. I would hope it’s the latter. I can’t stand the possibility of him killing a soldato for an enemy of the Empire. I should go kill her now and be done with it. Matteo would be pissed, but he’d get over it, knowing I did it for the good of the famiglia.

  “Why’d you tense up?” Annabella draws me from my thoughts.

  “It’s nothing. Work.” I mutter, brushing her off. I can’t have her on my case about mafia business. That’ll never fly with the Capo.

  “I have something in mind that may make you relax.”

  “Hmm?” I mumble, rinsing the soap from my body, then turn to meet her gaze. Her irises shine with mischief. “What are you up to, my bella?”

  She flashes a smile at the nickname. She sinks to her knees, using my thighs to steady her while being cautious of my bruising. My back helps block the overhead spray from getting in her eyes as she gazes up at me. “I’ve always wanted to try this. Will you teach me how? Tell me what you like, so I can please you?”

  I peer down at her as she kneels at my feet, and groan. “Fuck. You have no idea what seeing you like this does to me.”

  She strokes my hardening cock, responding with a flirty, “I have an idea.”

  “An idea, yes, but you don’t realize the true depth.”

  Her tongue pokes out, licking at the head, and my hands begin to shake. I want to thrust into her mouth, watch as she chokes and tears up from my cock. I’d tear down the walls for her right now if she were to ask. She’s on her knees, yet holding all the power at the moment.

  “Put me in your mouth, watch the teeth, and lightly suck.” She follows my directions to a T. “Perfecto,” I gasp, my ass flexing as desire burns through me. I hope Matteo doesn’t need me anytime soon, I’m only getting started with my new bride, teaching her what ‘depth’ really means when it comes to me.

  “Three keys,” my brother mutters into his cell. They’ve all been quiet about drugs around me. “Eighty-five thousand,” he then growls. “Don’t waste the Empire’s time, or mine.”

  I step up beside him, wanting him to know I can handle this. Talking about the drugs is supposed to be good for me. Never mind it makes my mouth water just thinking of the high that currently evades me. I shouldn’t crave it anymore, I have my wife, my daughter, a life. It should be enough. It has to be because I want to change so fucking badly it consumes me more than the drugs used to.

  “Give me someone to hunt down,” I order as soon as he hangs up with his buyer.

  Santino casts me a quick glance before he shakes his head and strides for the basement. “It’s Empire business, Sal. Matty wants you helping with the Irish puttana, so that’s what you do until he tells you otherwise.”

  “He wanted her and I nabbed her. I need something else.”

  He stops in the middle of the hallway, gripping my biceps. “You don’t need anything but your health. You’re attempting to dive in headfirst, and all it’ll do is take you back under. Don’t make reasons for you to escape from. Take it slow and work your way into what you’re comfortable with handling. You’re too important to this famiglia.”

  My throat’s dry, a cough breaking free at getting lectured from my younger brother. He makes me feel foolish, and I know his words hold weight. He wouldn’t say this if he didn’t care. He’s a soldato. He has been for a decade. Obviously, he’s seen some shit in his short time. “I want to stay busy. Work helps,” I confess.

  He nods, dropping his hands to start back in the direction of the basement. “Si, I understand that. Just don’t drown yourself. You have no idea what it means to finally have you free of your demons…or how proud Matteo is of you. We all are, even Valentino.”

  I feel like choking from hearing his words. Some days I walk around in a trance, sorry for myself, for being the loser of the famiglia. Hearing him say that he’s happy to have me, that my brothers are proud of me…it makes me feel stronger. Suddenly, I’m not the broken man roaming the estate halls, lost in his head. Rather, I’m six feet of Italian muscle and stubbornness, ready to take on our enemies.

  “Grazie.”

  He waves it off, looking like Luciano with the gesture, Those two were meant to be twins, I swear it. “Did you tell your wife about our traditions? The reasoning and famiglia history behind it?”

  “Not really. She knows very little. I’m fortunate she wants to please me and doesn’t dig.”

  “It doesn’t bother her? You keep her completely in the dark, from what I’ve seen.”

  “Surprisingly, I don’t think so. Her father didn’t raise her to be a fool and stick her nose in mafia business. She seems content to take whatever I give her.”

  “Be careful,” he warns. “You remember how it was with Violet and Matteo. He tried to keep everything from her and it backfired on him. Don’t make the same mistake, especially when you have someone who cares for you so much already.”

  “She’s nothing like Vi. I love our sister, but she was a princess, spoiled. Annabella wasn’t raised to be married off to the highest bidder. She wants love and famiglia.”

  He snorts. “Now that you’re out of the fog, you should have a few conversations with her. While her life wasn’t rough, her father kept her out of everything. Coming here was culture shock, and she hated her husband. Don’t let that happen between you and Annabella. I like her. She’s good for you and Rosa.”

  “I know she is, and for your sake, I hope you don’t like her too much.”

  He chuckles, gripping my shoulder in a quick squeeze. “Who knew you were so fucking bossy under there after all? You and Matty are definitely the oldest. I thought Valentino was
bad. Clearly, it runs in our famiglia.”

  “Fuck off,” I mumble, and he grins.

  “You ready to play with this bitch? Bet she thinks Tino will come and save her.”

  I laugh it off with him, but inside, I can’t help but wonder if she’s right. Valentino warned her I would be gunning for her, then he helped her escape the cabin. At this point, there’s no telling what he’ll do to save her life. The fact that Matteo hasn’t shared any more about it with us is also grating on me. Is Tino a betrayer in a three-piece suit?

  I may be the Vendetti Coward, but is he the Vendetti Traitor?

  I don’t regret the things I did wrong.

  I regret the good things I did for the

  wrong people.

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  I overheard Cristiano on the phone. I think he was speaking to their brother, Dante. The phone call’s not unusual, they’re always calling him, from what I’ve gathered. What I heard is the issue. They still have Fiadh here. Apparently, she’s restrained in the basement and they’re all watching the perimeter of the property to see if anyone attempts to get on the estate. I know the Vendettis are smart—you don’t get this powerful in life by being stupid—but they’ll be expecting someone from the outside to get her. They’ll never anticipate her being freed from the inside.

  I’m crazy for freeing a perilous woman in my home, right? Wrong. She’s more dangerous being kept here like an animal just waiting to hurt one of the brothers and possibly take out our entire family. I won’t let that happen. I have to get her out of here so I can help protect Rosa and Salvatore. I’ve never done anything like this, but I also wasn’t worried about the people I love dying. I promised Sal I’d do whatever I needed to, to have him, and I meant it.