by Blue Saffire
Well he is doing a bang up job of that. As I stand in the mirror combing my hair I shake my head. Maybe Donatella is right. I need to get to the bottom of what is going on with Uri. I can’t keep living like this. If it is another woman, fine. I can go home. I just can’t do this anymore.
“Game on Uri,” I murmur to my reflection.
~B~
“Just get it done,” I growl at the head bartender.
I am in a fouler mood than usual. I am sexually frustrated and I am ready to snap. When I doubled back to the flat this afternoon I hadn’t expected to find Valentina in the shower. I needed to pick up some paperwork. I’d gone into the bedroom to get a pair of cuff links I wanted for this evening.
I should have just ignored the shower running. Instead like a glutton for punishment I walked to the bathroom door. My cock swelled instantly.
My mama has told me that Valentina has been working out more but to see the results took my breath away. Valentina has always been fit but standing in the shower I could see her waist is slimmer and her legs are more toned. Her arse, I wanted to take a bite out of it. I wanted to slam her against the shower wall and drive into her until my balls were spent.
It took everything in me to walk away. I still have the image burned in my brain. I have thought about fucking her in every way on every surface of the flat. My mum will need to take a mini vacation when I finally get my hands on my wife.
The club has been open for a few hours now, but I have a special party going on tonight. I asked for a specific champagne to be served for the bottle service but of course because I am already a pissed off ogre no one can do their job right. What I need is to strangle someone.
My thoughts go to that wanker my mum is married to. He is on the run now that he knows I am looking for him. I find this entertaining, that he believes he can hide from me. I am just playing with him like a mouse in a trap.
I have an American mouse I need to step on as well. After speaking to Don Vincent about the Giordano issue I have learned that Raphael real doesn’t believe Valentina is the one and only Val. He has it in his head that he can come after me and take my wife while he is at it. To him he believes Valentina belongs to him. How bloody wrong is he, dead wrong to be exact.
I make my way back over to the VIP section where I had been sitting with a few buddies when I feel her. I turn to scan the club but I don’t see her right away. I rub my temples thinking that lack of sex has finally fried my brain.
I continue to my table and have a seat. A slim brunette that has been trying to get in my lap all night saddles up close to me, batting her lashes. I have absolutely no interest in her. Maybe before laying eyes on my wife for the first time but not now, Valentina has consumed my appetite for women.
Henry, one of my associates, lets a wolf whistle rip and I follow his eyes to see what he is drooling over. I growl and almost rip his head off when my eyes land on the vixen that consumes all my thoughts. This is why I don’t bring her to the clubs.
What the bloody hell is she wearing? I think as I lift to my feet. She slides up to the bouncer for the VIP with a smile. She places a hand on his arm and lifts on her toes to whisper something to him then points to me. When Gregory turns to look at me I nod for him to let her through.
The closer she gets the more painfully tight my pants become. Valentina knows how to use her body to call a man’s attention and right now she has mine and half the other men around me. I am vibrating with rage as I take in her outfit.
She has on a gold scrap of a top that just barely covers her breasts and half her stomach. The black leather pleated skirt she is wearing is so short if she bends over we all will get a view of her knickers. Then there are the knee high boots with the fuck me heels.
I’m going to kill her.
When she stops in front of me and wraps her arms around my neck I growl. I wrap my arms around her cupping her ass and turning her from everyone else to cover her with my body. As I thought the skirt is just barely covering her arse.
“Have you lost your mind,” I hiss in her ear.
“Aren’t you happy to see me,” she pouts.
“Don’t fucking play with me Valentina. What are you wearing? Why are you here?” I demand.
Her smile fades and tears well in her eyes. Her face becomes angry and she pushes at my chest. “I don’t know why I’m here. I’m going home. I’ve had enough of this. I’ll be out of your hair before you get to your flat,” she snaps.
I chuck off my suit jacket and wrap it around her. I then grab her wrist and drag her to my office. This ends tonight.
~B~
Uri has some nerve to be angry with me. He has practically ignored me. I wouldn’t be here now if he’d just stopped to tell me what the hell is going on. I’m so tired of this.
I planned on telling him just that as he closes the doors to his office but my words are stuck in my throat as he pushes me up against the doors and crushes my mouth with his. Before I process what is going on Uri lifts me by my ass and I wrap my legs around him.
He growls into my mouth as he grinds his erection into me. I whimper and lock my fingers in his hair. His hands are everywhere, cupping my breasts, squeezing my cheeks, his knuckles brush across my soaked panties and I shudder hard.
“Valentina,” he groans.
Hearing the lust in his voice snaps me back to reality. I break the kiss and push him away as hard as I can. He stumbles back just a little, causing me to have to use the door knobs to catch myself.
“I won’t play these games with you Uri. You haven’t touched me in a month. Not even a kiss. Now you are all over me, what is your problem,” I yell.
“What is my problem,” his face grows dark as his eyes rake over me. He points a finger at me. “You, you are my problem.”
“What,” I breathe feeling like I’ve been slapped.
Uri moves back in my space towering over me. He places his hand in my hair and draws me nearer to him. “I said you are my fucking problem. I’m in love with you Valentina and you drive me insane. I love you, but you’re a brat that has this stupid idea –,” I cut his words off as I fling myself at him.
I kiss him so hard I know I am bruising both our lips. “I love you too,” I sing against his lips.
I barely get the words out before he deepens the kiss devouring my mouth. He groans into my mouth pinning me back to the wall. I wrap myself around him once again, shrugging his suit jacket from my shoulders.
“Fuck, I need inside you,” Uri rasps.
I whimper and grind against him. Uri pops the tiny straps that hold my top in place and the gold fabric floats down off my body. His hands are under my skirt next tearing at my thong popping the fabric and tossing them to the floor.
He rains hot kisses down my throat to my breasts drawing a nipple into his mouth. My head falls back against the door behind me. My body is on fire. I have missed him so much.
He pulls away and looks up into my eyes. “Is this okay, can I take you like this,” he asks with concern. I think my heart just melted for him all over again.
“Yes, please yes,” I plead as I reach to tear at his belt.
I guess I’m not moving fast enough for him. He pushes my hands away and pins both above my head with one hand. He makes quick work of releasing his belt and freeing his rock hard shaft from his slacks.
I cry out and arch my back as he drives into me. It has been so long, he feels so massive inside me. I dig my boots into his ass and he groans as he swivels his hips into me. I’m stretched to the max as he fully seats himself. We moan in unison as he pulses inside me. Uri hooks my legs over his arms and starts to pound into me with an almost punishing pace.
“You have driven me crazy,” he says huskily. “I’ve wanted to be inside you every single day and night. This tight pussy belongs to me Valentina. You’re mine to love, mine to care for, mine to make love to, mine to fuck. Do you understand?”
“Oh yes,” I whimper. “Yes, Uri I’m yours. I love you so much, Baby
.”
He captures my lips as he continues to pound into me. My back starts to bang against the door but I could care less. I claw at his back through his shirt, wishing I had taken it off to be skin to skin with him.
I feel my orgasm coming on strong. We are both sweating, panting, and grunting but neither of us shows signs of stopping. As I clinch and squeeze around him Uri pounds harder into me, pulling me down onto him with each thrust.
“Uri,” I scream.
“Shit Love, so fucking good. Come all over my cock, Baby.”
“Baby, I’m coming again,” I cry out in amazement. He has given me multiples before but not this strong. My second orgasm snatches my breath away, tightening around my heart. My toes curl in my boots and I swear I am going to black out.
Uri releases me and sets me on my wobbly legs. He spins me around and presses me to the door. He kicks my feet further apart. “Open for me,” he commands.
Gripping my waist he pulls my hips back and thrusts into me once again. I find purchase on the door knobs and hold on like they are a life line. A loud rumbling growl vibrates from his chest through my body.
I yelp when he slaps my ass. He chuckles deeply then slaps the other cheek. “Whose is it?” he demands.
“Yours,” I whimper.
“Say it, Baby. Tell me whose pussy this is,” he barks as he rolls his hips.
I nearly choke gasping on my words, it feels so good. “Oh fuck yeah, Uri.”
His hand snakes around my throat and squeezes just a bit. He leans in over me placing his lips to my ear. “I said tell me who this sweet little pussy belongs to,” he growls in my ear.
“You Baby, it belongs to you Uri,” I cry out.
“Damn right it does. You’re my wife, I’ll destroy for you. I’ll kill for you. I love you,” his last words are bellowed out as we both catch fire and go up in flames. I feel his hot seed pump into me rope after rope and it is the most amazing feeling. He tilts my head back so he can place as searing kiss on my lips.
Moments pass as Uri rests against my back where he has collapsed. I am basking in his heat and the feel of him still inside me. It is only when he twitches inside me that I realize he hasn’t worn a condom this time. I wonder if he realizes that.
When he finally straightens and lifts his weight off of me, pulling from my body I whimper at the loss. Uri kisses the back of my head. His Italian accent is thick when he murmurs my name and wraps his arms around my waist.
“Ti amo,” he murmurs into my neck.
I snuggle back into his chest and murmur the words back. I am so head over heels in love with this man. I giggle as he starts to nibble and suck on my neck.
“What’s so funny,” he asks.
“How am I supposed to go home? You destroyed my shirt and my panties,” I laugh.
“I have club t-shirts the girls wear. You can take one,” he murmurs swaying me in his arms. “You’ll have on my jacket to cover your bum.” His hand slips under my skirt to squeeze me for emphasis. “Never come to one of my clubs like this again unless you want someone to die,” he teases.
“Yes Sir,” I chuckle.
“Let’s go home,” he whispers in my ear. For the first time in a month that sounds like a great idea.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
“What the fuck is that,” Uri growls behind me.
I spin to see him with a scowl on his face as he eyes the gun I’m holding. Donatella and I have plans to go do a little shopping and something in my gut has had me feeling edgy lately. I plan to carry just to ease my mind.
“We both know what this is,” I say incredulously.
“What I should be asking you is, where did it come from and what are you doing with it?” he grumbles.
“It was what my uncle sent me when we first came back from Italy,” I shrug.
“So it is thought that I cannot protect my wife,” Uri lifts a brow at me.
“No babe, he doesn’t mean anything by it. We both know who I am. It is like a purse to me. A part of what I wear on a daily basis,” I try to sooth him.
“Shoes are something you wear on a daily basis. Not a fucking gun,” he snarls.
“Uri,” I whine. “I really would just feel better knowing it is on me.”
I plead with him with my eyes. He narrows his eyes at me just glaring. After a few moments pass he crooks his finger at me and I willingly go to him, holding the gun behind my back. He cups my face when I stand before him. He places his forehead to mine.
“I will allow this when you are not with me,” he murmurs. “But you better make sure nothing happens to my wife. If you insist on protecting yourself in this manner you better damn well do a perfect job.”
I beam up at him and he captures my lips. His hand slips behind my back pulling the glock from my hands and releasing the clip. He walks me back toward our bed placing the gun and clip on the night stand before tossing me on the bed.
“Uri your mother is waiting for me,” I squeal as he pounces on me, making sure to lie beside me.
“She can wait. I need you,” he breathes into my neck.
~B~
An hour and a half later Valentina was able to get out of the door with my mum. Although, she did have to wear a messy bun and opt for a pair of jeans and one of my dress shirts with a belt over it, the little dress she was wearing when I entered the room didn’t fare well from my attack.
I’d been wondering what was in the package her uncle sent, I had a pretty good idea. I just hadn’t gotten around to confirming my suspicions with everything else going on. My blood boiled with rage when I walked in and saw her checking the clip on her piece.
I protect my woman. She has no need to fear anything, but there was something in her eyes that told me if I insisted she get rid of the gun it would be a little too soon. Valentina has been making lots of progress.
It has been a month since that night at the club. We have fallen into an easy routine and she seems so happy. That is what I want most of all. We haven’t returned to the States as of yet because I have pending family business here in London.
Valentina hasn’t seemed in a hurry to return home. Luca and Shannon’s wedding has been on hold, which I no longer believe has anything to do with Valentina and I. I believe Valentina has been enjoying her time with my mama. My mama certainly has been enjoying her time with my wife.
I don’t think I have seen my mama this happy since I was a small boy. I guess Valentina is giving her the relationship she has always wanted with her own daughter. I also think my mama has been filling a void for Valentina. Angela Caprisi has never been a mum to Valentina and her memories of her own mum are few that are not tarnished by tragedy and grief.
This all leads me to what I have planned for tonight. Valentina truly has a beautiful heart. In the past month she has stopped by the office and the clubs more. I have watched her with the girls and I see how they have taken to her.
I’ve noticed the work environment has improved with the girls need to please Valentina and their all-around happiness in the workplace. A few of the girls have even started to seek her out. Rebecca is a great assistant but she gives the orders I give to her. She is not the nurturing type when it comes to dealing with the staff.
Valentina has fallen into a role I wasn’t even aware I needed. The more I watch her the more I want to make her dreams come true. Tonight I will make a large stride to giving her normalcy in her life. After seeing her with that glock this afternoon I know I am making the right decision.
Besides I love the way her eyes light up when I do something as simple as giving her a foot rub. I can just imagine the way her face will light up tonight. I straighten the blue tie around my neck, as I look in the vanity mirror when something catches my eye.
Valentina’s birth control pills are sitting behind her jewelry box. I stare at them contemplating throwing them out. I haven’t worn a condom with her once since we fucked in my office. I have no plans to either.
Just when I make up my mind to
chuck the bloody pack Valentina walks in the room. I look in the mirror and lock eyes with her. I smirk as I watch her eyes drink me in. I turn and open my arms for her. She drops her bags and runs into my arms, offering me her sweet lips.
I don’t devour her the way my body is screaming for me to. Instead I give her a chaste lingering kiss. When I pull away she cups my face and beams up at me. I love seeing her this happy. The bitter and guarded woman I met in the shoe store has since been long vanished.
“I thought you were taking the night off,” she says looking a little confused.
“I am,” I tell her and peck her nose.
“So what’s with the suit? I was sort of hoping you would still be just the way I left you,” she teases.
I smirk at her and chuckle. “I left a dress for you in your closet. Get dressed and meet me on the rooftop,” I tell her placing a kiss to her temple.
She gives me a curious look but turns to head into the closet. I swat her bum and she looks over her shoulder biting her lip. I love this woman.
I leave her to it and make my way to the rooftop. I have had Rebecca transform the space by adding tea lights, and stringing some other lights along the railings and decorative trees that usually surround the space. A table is set in the center for two.
I go to lean against the rail to look out at the view. I knew I wanted to set Valentina free of her own personal demons but I have felt closer to the light this last few weeks. Her smile alone has placed the demons at bay.
My thoughts shift to my friend in the States. I wonder if this is how Pamela felt meeting Nathaniel Briggs. I would never tell this to Luca because it would crush him even more but I have never seen Pamela so happy. Not in the seven years that she dated Luca. There was so much joy in her eyes when she looked at Nathan.
It was upon seeing that love that I knew I would do anything I had to, to keep Luca away from her. I chuckle to myself. Valentina is just a younger version of Pamela. Neither of them sees me for the monster I am or at least they never call me on it.