Double Blind (Vittorio Crime Family #2)

by Vanessa Waltz

  His fingers curl in my hair and I wince at the pain. I want to defend myself, but then he runs a thumb down my neck and a violent shiver runs up my leg. The sharp contours of his body dig into mine, and I slowly move my hands around his rock hard waist to the base of his lower back.

  “Do you know what that was like for me? People in this business don’t respect a man whose fiancée runs off to another guy. Especially one that’s fucking connected. I should kill Carmine. You had my ring on your finger. He should have left you alone.”

  “It wasn’t like I had a choice. I can tell you everything if you just—”

  “I’m not in the mood to listen. Do you want me back, Adriana?”

  The condescending tone makes me flinch, but his free hand wraps around my breast and squeezes hard. His hot mouth and lips wrap around my ear as his erection digs into my hip. My core clenches when I feel the outline of him.

  Of course I want you back.

  “Maybe I don’t want you back. Maybe I’m just going to fuck you and throw you back outside. I’ll leave you with a lasting memory of my cock before letting you go back to that fanook. But before you even touch it, you’re going to have to beg for it.”

  So we’re playing that game.

  His hand still wrapped around my neck, he leads me out of his study and guides me down the hall by using his palm to push my ass forward.

  “Vince, I should tell you—”

  A loud, ringing slap on my ass cuts off the rest of my words. My body flinches again as his digs his fingers in my flesh painfully.

  “Shut up and keep walking.”

  We stop at the foot of the bed and Vincent’s hand finally drops from my neck. I need to tell him!

  “Vince, I need to tell you something!”

  “It can wait.”

  A low growl reverberates in his throat before he rummages in his drawer for something and a loud noise that I instantly recognize as duct tape makes my limbs tremble. He walks in front of me and tears a strip off with his teeth.

  “Maybe you’ll learn to shut the fuck up with this on.”

  I’m horrified as he approaches me with the piece of tape. The Vincent I need—the one who will listen to logic and reason, isn’t present. The darkness took over him. He’s in a mood and I’ll have to appease the monster to get Vincent to listen to me.

  His lips quirk as he flattens the tape over my lips, his forehead against mine. The fingers trace my cheek and lips, and he leans in ever so slightly to kiss the imprint of my mouth. I can see a flash of him—the man I love, in his tender gestures.

  Then he moves behind me and yanks my arms behind my back, and the sweet moment is lost. Something metallic jangles as he slaps cold steel around my wrists and tightens. I try to pull them apart, but an unyielding chain prevents me. Fuck.

  His low laughter washes over me as he watches me struggle. Taking my handcuffs, he twists them so the metal digs into my wrists and pushes me over the bed. My face hits the bed and his peals of laughter dig into my brain.

  “Aw, are you angry with me?”

  I am.

  I try to twist around, but he has his hand on my back. I’m not sure if I want to kiss him or scream at him. Then I hear the sound of scissors snapping. I moan into the duct tape as I feel them scraping against my skin. My t-shirt falls from my back as he slices it off.

  We’ve never done this before. A rush of energy goes straight between my thighs. There’s something incredibly hot about being wanted so badly that he’ll rip the clothes right off my body.

  He sets the scissors down and tears my shirt off with his hands. I feel his fingers moving over my bare skin and barely suppress a shudder. I hear it ripping. Then he bundles the ruined fabric in his hands and throws it on the opposite side of the bedroom.

  The coolness of the metal stings my shoulder as he slips them under my bra strap.

  Snap.

  The cool air makes my nipples contract, but then I feel a bounce on the bed and a silk tie trailing on my back, and suddenly his hands are wrapped around my breasts. The heat from his hands feels incredible, and then he bends over to kiss my naked shoulder, and I want him so badly that my entire body convulses when I feel his lips on my bare skin.

  “Your body betrays you, Adriana. You want me. You need me. And I’m going to hear you beg for me.”

  I moan into that little strip of tape covering my lips as he gives my breasts a final squeeze and then the bed bounces again as he stands up over it. His hands move around my jeans. Fingers laboriously unbutton my jeans. The sound of the zipper makes me moan in anticipation and then I feel him tugging them down. They glide down my legs and I kick them off. Vince returns to the bed, the mattress groaning. He slips a finger down my panties and I feel his body against my back. I want to turn over, to touch him. I miss him so badly that tears of relief bead in my eyes.

  He gives a deeply satisfied sound as his finger slips down my incredibly wet core. Then he squeezes my ass after slipping his hand out, and I know he’s dying to spank me and hear my screams lift to the ceiling.

  But instead I feel something cool and metallic slipping inside my underwear.

  “Let’s see how well you handle this.”

  There’s a clicking noise, and suddenly the small, metal ball is vibrating inside my panties. Vince reaches around my waist and slips his hand in between my panties he adjusts it until I can feel it vibrating against my clit, and then my back arches almost as if there’s an invisible hand pressing down.

  Oh my God.

  He rotates it so that I never really get the full blast of pleasure, but it’s electrifying. All of a sudden, I want his thickness inside me to ease the screaming ache. The vibrator teases every nerve ending around my sensitive clit, making me scream into my duct tape.

  Once again, his chuckles cut through my moans as he plays with me. “I think you’ll be begging me before long. Too bad I won’t be able to hear you.”

  My chest heaves and I squirm against his hand, fighting against the ball vibrating against my most sensitive area. Every part of it calls for something thick and long to plunge inside my pussy. Vince turns my head and kisses the tape covering my lips.

  “Stay there and don’t flinch. I’m going to watch you.”

  He walks around the bed. I’m still bent over my waist, my hands handcuffed behind me. My nipples are as erect as his cock, and they rub painfully against the comforter. Vince takes a seat at the chair beside the bed, crossing his legs. Dark eyes flash at me as I feel myself peaking. I’m going to lose it if he doesn’t take it out soon.

  He crosses his legs and stretches himself over the arms of the chair. His face lights up with a seductive smile. Vince wants me just as badly as I want him, but I’ll need to put on a show for him.

  It vibrates between my legs, sending harsh, electrical shocks to my core. Holy shit. It’s touching me in just the right spot. It’s increasing and increasing, and I try to twist to get away from the constant stimulation, but another jolt sizzles through my clit. My legs convulse and I groan through the tape as a wave of pleasure crashes over me, but the fucking thing continues to buzz and almost immediately the pressure ramps up again. And Vince knows this. His smile lets me know.

  I look at him pleadingly, helpless with my arms handcuffed on my back. I try to plead him with my eyes. Please! I can’t take this!

  “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”

  Another jolt strikes my core. With a muffled cry, I buckle my legs. He unwinds his legs smoothly and rises to his feet. Within seconds he’s beside me.

  Tsking, he winds his head around my shoulder. “I told you not to move.” He picks up a remote and I heave air through my nose as the frantic buzzing stops.

  I know what’s coming next and I grind my teeth in preparation.

  The slapping sound is worse than the feeling of his palm striking my ass. I moan into the tape as he spanks me a second time, the burn spreading on the other cheek. He leans forward and rips the tape off my mouth.
I gulp down air right before he spanks me hard, his fingertips searing into my flesh. Then he rubs the burn to soothe my pain.

  My shackled hands touch his legs, which stand behind me. Vince wraps his arms around me and slides his hand down my panties, and another smooth chuckle enters my ears. I blush as his fingers run up and down my clit, the sensitive area still throbbing.

  “Vince, please. I want you.”

  “I can tell.”

  I slide up, my fingers anchoring on his erection. “You want me, too.”

  He yanks on my handcuffs, removing my fingers from his shaft. Then he grabs my shoulders roughly and spins me around so that I’m looking into his eyes.

  “Beg for it.”

  He takes my head in his hands and I waver on the spot, staring at his lips. The intensity rolling from his eyes makes my legs tremble. Vince’s eyes flick down to my body and I can see the resolve in his eyes crumbling.

  “I want you. I always want you. I was an idiot to think I could live without you.”

  His fingers pinch my neck. “Yes, you were. What else?”

  “I love you and I need you.”

  I’ll say whatever the fuck he wants, as long as he fucks me, but it’s one hundred percent true.

  My head tilts up as he moves a finger under my jaw, and then his heat envelops me. His mouth consumes my lips, biting and sucking. My nipples are rubbed raw against his jacket. Growling in my mouth, he rips it off. If I had my hands, I would unbutton his blood-red shirt. He grabs a fistful of my hair.

  “Show me that you need me.”

  How can I show him?

  He lets me go and I look down at the erection tenting his pants. His hand weighs heavily on my head and I follow the pressure, dropping to my knees. Since I can’t unzip his slacks, he does it for me, gripping his cock in his right hand.

  We’ve never it quite like this. I’m surprised at how excited I am when he smacks it against my lips.

  “Open.”

  I obey him and he passes through my lips with a deep sigh. I wrap my lips around him as I move my head up and down, sucking near his head. He groans every time I do it. Jesus. The sounds he makes are like a jolt to my core. I suck him harder, faster, eager to please him. Then he grabs my head and takes over, thrusting his hips. The length of him pulses inside my mouth, gagging me. He closes my lips with his fingers as he thrusts deep.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  He pulls out to let me breathe. I get a good few lungfuls of air before he buries himself again. I swirl my tongue around him and suck, occasionally looking up into his strained gaze. Then he pulls out of my mouth.

  “Get up.”

  He helps me stand and within seconds he kisses me harshly, his tongue forcing inside my mouth. I almost fall back from the force of his body.

  “Your my fucking toy. Your body belongs to me.” He reaches down and slides two fingers between my legs. “This belongs to me.” He says it in a gritty voice that makes my pussy clench over his fingers.

  My heart races when he suddenly picks me up in his arms and throws me over the bed. I land on my back, the handcuffs digging into my skin. He tears the shirt from his head, his muscles rippling under his olive skin. His tanned arms grab my legs and he pulls hard, dragging me closer to him. Heart racing, my legs hook around his thighs and I feel the pebbled head of his cock pushing against me. The first thrust knocks the breath from my lungs. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust; he dives in and pulls my hips against him in ruthless smacks.

  It’s so much better than the vibrator, because that gaping emptiness fills with his thick length, which throbs inside me. Then he leans over my body, his face red as he lunges into me. The shock reverberates through my entire body, until it escapes my mouth in a moan. He wraps his arms around my shoulder, his face buried in my neck.

  “I’m yours. I belong to you.”

  He says nothing, but his cock digs into me, painful and amazing at the same time. Vince grips my neck and squeezes as his breaths become more frenzied. He pounds away at me, my legs wrapped around his waist as both of us lose ourselves in each other. The back of my mind screams for more. Faster. Harder.

  Vince yells out a mingled moan and swear word. His legs shake and my core clenches tight around him. The first spasm is like a fuse, and I contract around him as the best feeling in the world makes me collapse on the bed. His cock jumps inside me, twitching as I feel bursts of him unleashing inside me. Then he reaches around the bed and pulls me on top of him, unlocking my handcuffs.

  I rub my wrists as Vince gives me a sleepy smile, pulling me close to give me a sweet kiss. The look in his eyes reminds me of when we were together. I’m just so happy to be with him right now, even if it’s only temporary. I hate to do this to him, to destroy this happy moment, but I have to. I plant a kiss on his damp chest and curl into his arms.

  “Tony wanted me to break up with you. He’s the reason all this happened.”

  Right away, his body tenses under me.

  “His men followed me into the restaurant to make sure that I did it.”

  “What the fuck? Are you making this up?”

  I push myself up and I give him a bewildered look. “Why would I make it up?”

  Gradually, his face tightens as a shadow crosses his face. “This whole fucking time Tony was behind this? Why?”

  I grab his shoulder as he tries to roll out of bed and pull him back. “He was going to kill you and your mother if I didn’t do what he said.”

  A spasm of fear moves up my leg when that black look slides over his face like a dark mask. He’s always been my protector, but sometimes I forget how dangerous he is.

  “I’ll fucking kill him.” He gently pushes me aside and sits up on his elbows. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

  This was exactly what I was afraid of.

  “Please don’t get angry, Vince. Please.” A sob suddenly shakes my throat at the shame I feel for lying to him. “They didn’t want you to know. They knew you’d never let me—”

  His lip curls as he stares into the distance. “He thought he could take my fiancée from me and give her to Carmine like some common whore.”

  “No, that’s not what it was about,” I snap. “Tony thinks Carmine is an informant. He wanted me to get close with him.”

  Rage infuses his face. “What, like you suck his dick and he’ll spill his secrets? I don’t believe this!”

  “Shut the fuck up!”

  The anger momentarily leaves his face as he stares at me in shock. It’s probably the first time I’ve ever sworn at him like that. My eyes slowly fill with tears and he moves beside me and wraps an arm around my waist.

  “I didn’t do anything with him.”

  “I know. I’m sorry,” he says in a completely different voice. His body trembles. “You’ll never have to see him again.” His hand tightens around my waist.

  “I—I’m supposed to meet them both tonight and tell them about my progress.”

  “I’ll meet them with you.” He bends over the bed and grabs his boxers, pulling them on. Then he yanks open a drawer and grabs a revolver.

  Jesus.

  I sit up on the bed and extend a hand. “Vince, calm down.”

  “Calm down? Are you serious?” He spins the revolver to check that it’s loaded. “They went behind my back and used you for their fucking needs. They’ll both die.”

  The way he speaks scares the shit out of me. “First of all, I was the one who wanted to do it. Jack tried to talk me out of it. Second, you can’t just go charging down there. You can’t kill a boss.”

  He slams the revolver on the dresser, his hands balled into fists. “What the fuck do you mean about Jack?”

  My lip trembles at the betrayal shining on his face. “I wanted to do it for you. You’ve always done so much for me and I’ve never really paid you back. I’ve never been able to show how much I love you.”

  He looks like his whole body throbs with pain. “You think I wanted this? You think any of
this makes me feel better? Tony and Jack used you this whole fucking time and I was completely clueless. I could have fucked around with other women.”

  I wince and look away from him, but at the same time I feel a wave of relief.

  He could have, but he didn’t.

  “I just wanted to keep you safe—”

  “That is not your fucking job!” He paces around the bed, looking outraged. “And it’s not worth it if you’re drinking yourself to your own death, and if you’re dropping all your classes. Jesus, Adriana! What were you thinking?”

  “I was thinking about you and your mom.”

  And in the end, I wasn’t strong enough to hold up the charade. I caved like a weakling.

  “How the fuck were you supposed to find out anything about Carmine? That guy is not going to leave a fucking wire lying around. He’s not a moron!” He shakes his head violently.

  “We just have to be patient. I’m getting to know him, he’s told me things he’s never told anyone—”

  He wheels around, giving me a very angry look. “For Christ’s sake, Adriana. This thing with you and Carmine is fucking done. Don’t even think about it. End of fucking story.”

  My heart thuds against my chest when I see that frightening look directed towards me. “I can’t just stop now. I told you, I’m meeting with Jack and Tony today.”

  “I’m going with you.”

  I inhale a shuddering breath as I look at his determined figure. There’s no way he’ll let me go on my own. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” I bite my lip thinking of what Tony will say when he finds out.

  Fuck.

  He gives me a small smile. “It’s too late for regrets, Ade.”

  * * *

  Down a darkened street, we walk together. It’s some place in East Village, and even though I know the chances of running into Carmine are slim, my hand still slips in Vince’s grasp. I grind my feet to a halt when I see the silhouette of a man standing outside the pizza place. The little pizza joint where I’m supposed to meet Tony is just a block away.