Toni turned toward him and bit her lower lip again.
“What are you thinking?” Brax asked.
“I wondered what you had in your hand but I think I know,” she said quietly.
“I think you know, too,” he said with a chuckle. “I want you to count them off, all five. And after each number, I want you to tell me you’re beautiful, desirable, sexy, whatever pops into your mind. And if I don’t believe that you mean it, you’ll get another five.”
Whack. “One! I’m beautiful?” Her voice rose an octave and sounded more like a question than a statement.
“That sounded like you were asking. Let’s try it again. Like you mean it.”
“Shit,” she said under her breath.
Whack. “One! I’m beautiful, damn it!” she shouted.
Whack. He aimed the paddle in the same spot. “Two! I’m desirable!”
The next two paddlings hit different spots on her ass. He ensured the spankings were not forceful. They were more like an erotic spanking, a little sting but enough to let her know he wouldn’t tolerate the nonsense.
“One more, Antonietta. But this time I want you to say that you’re mine.”
Whack. “Five. I’m yours and yours alone.”
Brax dropped the paddle and rubbed the red from her ass cheeks, knowing it’d cut the pain from a sting to a numb warmth. His fingers ventured lower and traced over her slick wet heat.
“Ahh, you liked the spanking, didn’t you?”
A sob escaped her mouth before she pressed her lips together and sniffed.
Fuck. He kneeled behind her and pulled the blindfold from her head.
“Antonietta?”
“I loved it. I can’t explain but it was exactly what I needed. Please, Brax. I need you inside me.” She ground her ass into his aching bulge and he used every ounce of self-restraint to keep himself from thrusting into her wet core unsheathed. Pulling a condom out of his pocket, he ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on as he kicked off his pants.
*****
The spanking. Never had anyone violated her body like that. She was shocked to learn seconds before the paddle hit her ass that he was really going to do it. With each stroke, her insecurities melted away and were replaced with need. A need only he could fill. She submitted to him a trust she knew he wouldn’t overstep. The last thing she had left to give was her virginity. As he stroked his cock along her still burning ass, his free hand found her aching breasts. Coaxing each nipple to a hardened nub between his fingers, she arched her back, giving him easy access to where she needed him most. His mouth, open and hot against her neck, sent shivers down her spine.
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart. Tell me now.” His husky command almost made her come.
“I need you to touch me, to fill me. I need you,” she said breathlessly.
He remained behind her back, brushing teasing fingers over each breast before moving southward over her ribs and stomach. It was the first time she didn’t feel self-conscious about her rounded belly.
“I love your body, baby. Love your curves.”
His fingers continued a path to the juncture between her thighs and teased their way to her mound. He traced circles around her sensitized skin. Her breath hitched and liquid heat flooded her sex. She tried to press her legs together to relieve her building desire.
He chuckled deep. “I’ll take care of that, baby. Keep your legs apart.”
Spreading her knees apart on the lounge, she was rewarded by a quick pass to her clit. At first, it was a light flick as he explored her slick folds. The torturing circles soon became tighter on her bundle of nerves. She cried out, ready to tip over the edge when he stopped. Moaning in protest, his hands left her molten need.
“Shh. I want to be inside that tight pussy while you come, sweetheart.”
His left hand anchored her hip and he plunged his hardness deep inside her wanting channel. She’d expected him to take it slow. Thrusting his full length from behind both surprised her and almost sent her over the edge.
“Oh!” she called.
He stilled, allowing her to become familiar with the feeling of him inside.
“I’ve wanted this for so long. You’re amazing. So tight. So good.”
Stroking her clit, he moved in slow fluid strides in and out, taking her deeper with each thrust. Rocking with him, her pussy tightened around his thickness as her climax quickly developed from her tight depths. She silently willed it to remain teetering at the edge but there was no stopping the exquisite heat consuming her body. He shifted so just the tip of his head remained inside then buried his length deep within her core with a groan through clenched teeth. His cock coaxed pulsating waves of pleasure through her core, milking him until there was nothing left. He collapsed onto her back, holding the bulk of his weight with his hands that grasped either sides of the tantra chair. His breath hot on her neck and his rapid heartbeat fluttered at her back.
“You’re mine. Always and forever.”
Nudging wet strands of hair from her eyes with her arms, she willed the tears away. It wasn’t time to enter reality. She still had a few more hours of paradise.
“You okay?” His voice was husky.
“Better than okay,” she said stifling a sob.
“I’m glad to hear that because we are far from done. Flip over on your back and I’ll show you a few more benefits to the tantra chair.”
He shared more secrets of the sexy piece of furniture as well as a few implements from the chest and she soon lay blissfully happy and slightly sore. Unbinding her wrists, she was finally able to trace her fingers down the steely contoured muscles of his chest and abdomen. Her gaze followed her hands until it stopped on his semi-erect flesh.
Her eyes flicked up to his. “May I?”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to ask,” he said with a sly smile.
Cupping his balls into her left hand, her right encircled his burgeoning erection. Her thumb rubbed across his slit as the drop of arousal covered his velvet head. Bending forward, she trailed the tip of her tongue along his thick vein.
“Fuck,” he said and raked his fingers through her hair.
Falling to her knees, she nipped along the underside of his cock before taking him fully into her mouth. He fisted her hair and guided the rhythm as she sunk her lips over his length and pulled away with hollowed cheeks. The sounds of his groans along with the slick noise of his cock between her lips renewed her arousal. Parting her knees further, she slipped two fingers into her heated core before sliding them over her wanting bundle of nerves. She glanced up to meet Brax’s eyes to find him watching her every move.
“Christ, I can’t get enough of you. Never enough.”
His words spurred her on and she took him deep while she pressed down on her pulsing heat. Her own moan vibrating along his rock hard shaft.
“Fuck. Coming. Now,” he growled and pulled up on her hair. She clamped down on his thigh with her free hand, insistent on taking all of him into her mouth. Deep moans filled her ears as hot shots of his orgasm shot the back of her throat.
Pulling her to her feet, he kissed her deep, his tongue intertwining with her own. He broke their kiss and placed his forehead on hers. “You’re an incredible woman, Antonietta. I’m not going to let you go again. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.”
Toni shook her head and opened her mouth to speak.
“Shh. Rest now.” He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her gently on a sea of pillows, he brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. Toni laid one hand over his and tugged his fingers as she moved into the center of the enormous bed. Without a word, he slid behind her spooning her body into his. Still holding his hand, she kissed the back of his palm before wrapping it around her chest and nuzzling into his chest. “Sleep, Antonietta.”
She woke with a start and sat straight up. Her heart pounded deep within her chest as her hands patted the bed in search of Brax. A moment of relief sailed through her core
when she felt his sleeping body.
“You’re safe, love. Lay back down,” he said sleepily.
In the darkness and warmth of their cocooned bodies, his fingers trailed softly over her skin. Sighing, she turned on her side to face him.
His eyes opened and bored into her soul as tender fingertips began at her temple and smoothed over her face to her neck. “When you’re with me you’ll always be safe and I won’t give you up,” he said with half closed eyes. “Ever.”
“Brax, you don’t underst—” He touched his finger to her lips.
“We’ll figure it out in the morning, sweetheart. Just leave it all to me. No more words; just clear your head and just feel.”
His soft lips were upon hers as he shifted above her. There were no restraints, bindings or blindfolds. Just an exchange of warm bodies and tender words. His movements were slow and deliberate as they climbed to the brink of climax together. She cried out his name as her inner walls contracted upon him. Shifting his hair through her fingertips, he breathed heavily into her ear as his thickness pulsed within her.
“I love you, Antonietta,” he whispered through his orgasm.
Toni choked back a sob. “I love you.”
He held her tight to his chest and she pretended to fall asleep until she heard the steady rhythm of his breath. When she was sure he was asleep, she turned to study him one last time. The break of dawn began to impose its light through the window over the city and she knew her time was up. A tear rolled down her cheek. Maybe, just maybe it could work. Her gaze washed over the planes of his chest and arms but stopped in horror at the heart tattoo on his bicep. Angelo’s words from the pool house rang through her as though they had just been spoken. Nice tat. Fitting too because Vic here is going to break your heart and every bone in your body. However, this time they wouldn’t allow him to live. She traced the jagged scar on his lip. No, this time they’d kill him.
Toni slipped through his arms and scooted to the edge of the bed. The cool air bit at her skin and she wrapped her arms around her chest. Quickly and quietly, she padded into the bathroom with her clothes and was dressed and slinking out the door in record speed. She slowed only to take a rose from the vase on the dresser. She didn’t dare to look back at the only man she’d ever and would ever love. He’d given her a gift she would always remember and in turn, her gift to him was his life.
Chapter Thirteen
Toni hurried to the elevator and poked at the down button until the doors opened. Her heart raced. It was just a matter of time before Brax woke and noticed she’d left. With her head down, she rushed the elevator doors as they opened at the lobby floor. She didn’t see the couple waiting to get in until it was too late and she walked directly into them.
“Excuse me,” she said bumping through their shoulders. Her eyes remained fixed on the revolving door.
“Toni. Hey, hold on,” a familiar voice called out from behind her.
Shit. She turned and looked at Mia and Asher standing in workout clothes with confused looks on their faces.
“Hi. Sorry, I didn’t have time to say good-bye but I need to go,” Toni said and glanced down. “Thank you both, for everything.” Toni shuffled to Mia and gave her a quick hug.
“Did everything go okay with you and Brax? I hate to see you run off so fast; come back upstairs for some breakfast so we can talk.” Mia took her hand.
“I can’t. Everything was perfect last night. Brax was incredible but I need to put distance between us now. My fate is sealed but Brax’s isn’t. I have to leave, for his benefit and mine.” Her eyes flitted from Mia to the glass doors.
“We’re sorry to see you leave but we need to make sure you’re safe. Let me call my driver and you can take the limo home,” Asher said and pulled his phone from his pocket.
Toni gave him a small hug and shook her head. “I need to clear my head and walk for a while. It’ll do me good to walk the five or so blocks to Grand Central. I just texted my girlfriend and she’s going to pick me up at the train station on the Jersey side. I’ll be fine.” Toni lifted her hand with her telephone to ensure them she’d contacted a ride.
Asher’s gaze moved from the phone to Toni. Concern filled his eyes.
“I’ll be fine, really. Angelo won’t hurt me, he needs me. I’m going to talk to him and let him know I’m putting the brakes on the wedding for now. I know now it’s the right decision.”
Asher’s eyes went back to the phone in her hand. “Excuse me.”
He turned, slid his finger over the screen and tapped the display.
“Are you sure I can’t talk you into staying for a while longer?” Mia asked.
Toni shook her head. She was afraid the host of emotions churning in her belly would erupt if she continued the conversation.
Mia sighed. “Okay, stay in touch, sweetheart. We’re here if you ever change your mind or just want to talk. My door is always open to you.”
“I know I keep saying it, but thank you.” With a last hug, she pulled away. “I better go.”
She flipped her sunglasses to the bridge of her nose, squared her shoulders and pushed through the revolving door onto Lexington Avenue.
Toni took her time finding her way to Grand Central Station, stopping to look in a few boutique windows on Fifth Avenue. At the second window, she’d noticed two familiar men from the corner of her eye. Shit. How’d he find her? Toni’s pace quickened in tandem with her heartbeat. The light changed on Forty-Sixth Street where she crossed to find herself staring at yet a third Manzanno goon. She turned to run when two men hooked their hands around her arms and escorted her to meet the third man on the other side.
“What do you want from me? I’m on my way home,” she spat at them between her teeth.
“Angelo misses you, Toni. He’s decided he can’t spend another minute without you. Let’s go.”
She tried to pull her arm free. “Where are we going?”
“To the airport; you’re taking a little vacation.”
“Like hell I am, let go of me.” A scream formed in her throat only to be stifled by a clammy hand when an SUV pulled alongside of them.
“Shut up and get in.” She struggled to free herself, while two of the men stood with their backs to Toni, blocking her from onlookers. The other one kept his hand clamped over her mouth and pulled her into the SUV. He released her once the doors were closed.
“Mother fuckers,” she spat.
“Sweet Toni has a dirty mouth. I’m sure Angelo has plans to keep that pretty mouth busy.”
“You disgust me. All of you. My father would have you all die a slow painful death if he were still alive.” Her words fell on deaf ears. The Chief was dead. The Azzari name was no longer one to be feared.
“I’m sure he would but it’s about time you realize you’re no longer the Mafia Princess, dear Toni. Your next purpose will be to marry Angelo and have a baby.”
She sat silently, quickly devising a story and escape plan. She’d assumed they were taking her back to Jersey, either to her home or Angelo’s but her heart dropped when she glanced out the window and saw signs to JFK. Her phone vibrated in her pocket.
She leaned forward to the driver and casually placed her hand in her pocket. “The airport? What’s going on? I demand you tell me where we’re going.” She swiped the screen where she estimated the placement of the answer button. It was a far-fetched plan but she’d assumed it was Brax and possibly, she could send him clues to her location.
“Take me home, damn it! I don’t want to fly anywhere with Angelo Manzanno!” she shouted.
“I’d hate to ruin the surprise but The Chin is taking you far away from here. Today’s your wedding day, sweetheart.” He laughed and stopped at the parking garage ticket booth.
“Why are we going into the garage?” asked the guy with a sweaty grasp on her arm.
The driver looked in the rearview mirror. “I dunno. Angelo said to meet him on the top deck. I think he wants to make sure she don’t bolt.”
A grunt indicated his acceptance of the explanation.
The SUV drove up a series of ramps and pulled alongside a second identical truck in the far corner of the almost empty top parking deck. Angelo emerged from the passenger side and glared at Toni through the windshield. She cleared her throat uneasily as the goons unloaded their hulking masses from the SUV. One of them tugged her out of her seat and planted her on her feet.
“Here’s your special delivery, boss. Safe and sound.” They pushed her toward him as bile rose in her throat. Glancing from side to side, she considered her options. Five against one were not good odds any way you looked at it, especially when the five were armed and dangerous. Toni slipped her hand into her pocket and fingered her cell phone. She still had a slim chance.
“Good work, men. I’ll take her from here. Oh, before you go, take her cell phone. She won’t need it where she’s going.”
Her shoulders slumped in defeat. Rather than allowing a cheap feel from filthy hands, she pulled her cell phone from her pocket and glanced at the display. Although she didn’t recognize the phone number, the call had been connected for fifteen minutes. Ending the call, she handed it to the nearest man. He took it and grasped her upper arm, pulling her to Angelo who hooked his hand around her other arm.
“Get the hell out of here before we attract attention. Except for Max. You need to take my bags in and ensure Miss Toni here doesn’t do something stupid,” Angelo called out to the men. All except one of them piled back into the SUV and left within seconds.
Angelo backed Toni up against the passenger side of the truck. Cool metal jabbed her from behind as his fleshy body sandwiched her against the truck. He glared down at her with a mix of lust and hatred in her eyes.
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