by Reilly, Cora
“No.”
I stilled, whimpering as Dante slowed his fingers even more. His breath was hot against my inner thigh. I knew he was watching closely as he slid his fingers into my pussy and the knowledge alone tripled my lust. “Spread your legs wider.”
I did and Dante’s deep exhale was the best reward. His fingers were sheathed all the way in me and my muscles contracted around him, begging for friction, for him to slam into me, to touch my clit. Instead, Dante slowly rotated his fingers, which felt amazing, but wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. “Patience,” he drawled as if he could read my mind, or more likely read my eager body. I wanted his tongue so badly, and then his cock. I could barely think straight anymore.
He extracted his fingers slowly and then he stood. “Open your mouth.” He slid his fingers past my lips, allowing me to taste myself. I used my chance and circled his fingers with my tongue, then sucked them like I would his cock if only he’d let me have it.
He unbound my hands and guided me toward the bed. I sank down then lay back, waiting for him. The mattress dipped under his weight and then my blindfold disappeared. I opened my eyes but it took my eyes a moment to get used to the brightness once more. Dante slid down my panties and pushed my knees up against my chest until I was completely exposed to him. My lips parted with desire, knowing what would come. He bent down and drew his tongue along my slit, once, twice.
“So fucking eager for my tongue.” He regarded me over my pussy as his hand kneaded my ass cheek.
“Yes,” I whispered, eager for him to continue, to feel his tongue inside of me. His blue eyes held mine as he slowly dragged his tongue back and forth over my folds, lightly playing around with them. I bit my lower lip to stifle any sound. Dante pulled back again, and his dominant eyes rested on my pussy. He squeezed my ass cheek and my center clenched, and a new wave of arousal trickled out. Dante’s breathing deepened, a dark smile curling his mouth because he saw.
“Remember, no sound and no coming until I allow it,” he rasped, and then he pressed his mouth to my pussy and sucked my folds between his lips, lightly then harder, and I whimpered, shook and got even wetter.
I knew it would be easier not to come if I didn’t watch but the sight of this powerful man between my thighs was the most erotic thing in the world and I couldn’t deprive myself of it.
Dante released my folds. “Delicious,” he murmured, and he spread my lips. Even I could see how swollen and red my clit was, desperate for release, for attention.
“No sound, no coming,” Dante demanded.
I gave a sharp nod and with his eyes on me, he licked along my slit with the flat of his tongue then flicked the tip over my clit. And again. His warm, wet tongue. Firm, then soft. Over and over he repeated the same torturous motion, his eyes holding mine, watching my despair at wanting to come, at needing to come.
My fingers dug into my knees, my teeth into my lower lip. “Dante,” I got out.
“No,” he growled, and circled my opening with his tongue the way I loved it, and I began to shake, my orgasm wanting to burst forth.
Dante pulled back and sat up.
“Please!” I gasped.
He shook his head. “No, you were about to come. I didn’t allow you to.”
I glared but at the same time, I shuddered with a new wave of desire at his dominance. I began to lower my legs but Dante shook his head. “Stay like that, opened up for me and dripping.”
He stood and slowly got out of his clothes. It took considerable restraint not to rip them all away and pull him on top of me. He climbed on the bed and knelt beside my head, smiling darkly. Remembering the early days of our marriage when I’d worried that Dante would be a cold fish in bed almost made me laugh. He pushed a pillow below my head so I was on eye level with his erection. “You’re going to suck my cock now, and if you do good, I’ll lick you again and let you come.”
I nodded.
“Part your lips,” he ordered. I did without hesitation and he slid his cock in until he hit the back of my throat. Steadying my head, he began to thrust into me, fucking my mouth slowly. His control was slipping and as usual, it gave me a sense of triumph.
I watched my cock slam into Val’s perfect mouth. She swirled her tongue and hollowed her cheeks, increasing my pleasure. I held her in place, as I fucked her mouth slowly, taking my time, wanting to draw this out. It wasn’t a punishment. Val loved sucking my cock and she did it just the way I wanted it. I’d taught her every move and she was a quick learner.
My eyes slid down to her pussy. The sight of her parted pink lips, her swollen clit, glistening and ready, made my cock jerk. Val licked my pre-cum eagerly. “Good,” I groaned as I slid slowly out of her. She knew her cue and began working only my tip, sucking it and licking it. This was the part she loved most and wetness pooled between her folds, waiting to be lapped up but that would have to wait.
Val held my gaze as she sucked my tip. She dipped her tongue in my slit then twirled it around.
“Enough,” I ordered. She closed her mouth around my cock again and I began thrusting once more, but faster and harder than before and then I exploded in her mouth. “Swallow every last drop.”
She did. Always, but again the command made her shudder with arousal.
Slowly, I pulled out. Val licked her lips. “And did I do good?” she asked in a challenging tone.
“Careful, or I might decide not to let you come at all,” I warned. She pressed her lips together, her eyes full of need and lust. The sight was enough to let my dick stay half erect.
I climbed down the bed and knelt before her waiting pussy. My eyes took her in, her need for me. “Do you want me to eat you until you come in my mouth?” I asked in a rough voice.
Val’s lips parted. “Yes, please.”
“Good,” I murmured. “But first we need to practice a bit more discipline. You won’t come for the next thirty seconds. You will count and when you reach thirty, I want you to give me your sweet release. Understood?”
That was something new. Something we hadn’t done yet. Her eyes flashed with desire. “Yes.”
I cupped her firm ass and bent over her. Her pussy clenched in anticipation and my own cock filled with more blood at the sight. “Start counting.”
“One,” she said. I hooked my thumbs in her petals and spread her for me. “Two.”
I took my first lick, over her opening, and “three” and “four” came out shaky and then I dove really in. This wouldn’t be easy for her. I suckled and nibbled at her sensitive folds, rubbed them with my thumbs, traced her throbbing opening. Val had trouble counting, every word a gasp, an exhale, a whimper as I lapped at her, enjoying her arousal more than anything else.
Val was so responsive, so playful and loved to try new things. At the count of twenty-nine, I closed my mouth over her folds and sucked hard. She cried out the thirty and opened wider for me, shaking and moaning as she was granted her release. I groaned against her as I slid my tongue into her. Her muscles clenched around me. I lapped at her, delirious from her taste. Val shuddered.
I pulled away then climbed up Val’s body, kissing her deeply, already growing hard again. Her fingers curled around my cock, stroking me, impatient to have me fuck her. It didn’t take long. I pushed Val’s hand away, lined myself up and plunged into her.
She gasped. I started pounding into her angrily. My hand clamped down on her wrists and pressed them into the cushions above her head. Her eyes flashed up to mine, her beautiful lips parted. I dug my fingers into her thigh and hooked it over my ass for deeper access.
I lost myself in Val, in my lust for her until everything else faded into the background, until all that mattered was Val’s slick pussy around my cock, our sweaty bodies pressing into each other, our mouths seeking contact.
With a violent shudder, my release overcame me. Val threw her head back with a hoarse cry, her muscles contracting around me as her orgasm followed mine. I kept pumping into her, my lips pressed to Val’s pulse point.
Val stroked my back and kissed my temple. “Will you tell me what happened?”
I released a small breath and rolled off Val. She turned toward me and I pulled her against my body then stroked her sweaty hair away from her forehead. Val regarded me patiently, those stunning green eyes full of understanding. It astounded me how she could trust in me, believe in me. “It’s Orazio, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “And Fabiano.”
Val lifted her head. “Fabiano?”
My anger rekindled, even if I wanted to remain in my after-sex bliss. “Orazio is now Underboss in Boston, and Fabiano is part of the Camorra.”
Val stared. Her disbelief reflected my own initial reaction until it had been replaced by a thirst for vengeance and harsh anger.
Val shook her head. “Why would Luca make Orazio Underboss? It’ll only cause him problems.” Then her lips twisted, realization settling in her eyes.
“Yeah, he taunts me.”
“And now you are going to retaliate.”
“I have to. The question is how. Especially now that Fabiano is part of the Camorra. I can’t attack both the Camorra and the Famiglia.”
Val lowered her chin to my chest. “Then attack the Camorra.”
“I can’t spare Orazio.”
She nodded slowly. “I know. Not after this. But Luca will expect something, don’t you think?”
“For sure. He knows I’ll be furious once I find out about Orazio. He’ll triple his safety measures, at least in New York, and Orazio will have high security as well.”
Val’s gaze became distant. “I wonder if he has a second child by now…” She trailed off.
I touched her cheek. “Don’t think about it. It’ll make things worse.”
“I can’t help it. Sometimes I can’t stop thinking about all we’ve lost, and I don’t just mean the dead. I never get to meet Aria’s children or Orazio’s, and Anna can’t see her godmother. It’s heartbreaking. And now Fabiano. God, what else can go wrong?” She paused but I could tell that she wasn’t done yet. “I bet Rocco wants to walk into Las Vegas with blazing guns to kill Fabiano.”
“Of course. He’s furious, but I can tell that there’s more.”
Val tilted her head the way she always did when she thought hard about something. “It’s strange that Fabiano joined the Camorra instead of the Famiglia.”
“Indeed. It suggests he didn’t have another choice. But why would he find himself in Camorra territory in the first place?”
Val gave me a look. She despised Rocco deeply. I wasn’t fond of him on a personal level either, but so far he’d been a valuable asset when it came to strategical decisions.
“You think Rocco is the reason why Fabiano went to Las Vegas. Why would Rocco do that? It makes him look bad. Considering that his daughters are already in the Famiglia, this will only worsen his reputation.”
“I know, but maybe he didn’t think Fabiano would survive.”
“You think he sent him away to die.”
Val shrugged. “Don’t tell me he isn’t capable of that kind of thing.”
“I’m not.” Rocco was certainly capable of the most depraved acts when he thought they were to his advantage. I ran my hands through Val’s hair. “What would you do in my stead?”
“Don’t you trust Rocco to advise you on this?”
“I trust you absolutely. You are the only person who can say that.”
Val’s eyes became tender. She kissed me but then her brows pulled together in thought. “Like I said, I wouldn’t attack the Famiglia right away. Except for a few smaller raids on labs or clubs near our borders perhaps, just to keep them on their toes. I’d focus on the Fabiano situation for now. Maybe send a team who captures him and brings him to Chicago so you can question him. That way you’ll find out what really went on.”
I smiled.
“What?” Val asked with a hint of embarrassment.
“You should be my Consigliere, not Rocco.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I mean it. You’d be the better choice. You are clever and your heart is in the right place.”
Val pressed a kiss to my chin. “My heart could be a problem when it comes to the bloody side of the business.”
I trailed my fingers down her spine. “But mine won’t. I’m capable of doing whatever’s necessary. But you are right. Maybe it’s a good thing that you aren’t part of the business.”
“I already help with the business. And the majority of your soldiers would go on a warpath if you made a woman, your wife, Consigliere. That’s not going to work.”
“They’d have to accept my judgment.”
Val shook her head. “We don’t need another battlefield within the Outfit, no less. Not to mention that there’s still Rocco. Or have you made plans to get rid of him?”
“You’d like that.”
“I do.”
I chuckled. “Not as innocent.”
“He deserves death for everything he’s done.”
“But so do I, Val.”
She huffed.
“Right now, I don’t intend to remove Rocco. I’ll wait until Fabiano tells us exactly why he’s joined the Camorra before I decide what to do with Rocco.”
Val nodded, then yawned. It was past two and we both had to get up early.
I extinguished the lights and kissed Val goodnight.
For several moments, Val didn’t say anything before her softly whispered words penetrated the silence, “You really think I’d be a good Consigliere?”
I smiled against her hair. “Yes, I have no doubt.”
Sleep evaded me that night and so I got up at five A.M. and crept out of the bedroom with gym clothes. Val was still fast asleep. I changed into my running shorts and a T-shirt and went into the small gym room beside my office. I tried to run at least six miles every morning. This morning I decided on eight miles in the hopes of quieting my restless mind and banishing the lingering tension in my body.
After a quick shower in the guest bathroom and a change into a business suit, I headed into my office. It wasn’t even seven yet, but I had a busy day ahead of me. I needed to visit one of our weapons dealers and then head to the Trentino, one of our newest Underground casinos.
The photos of Fabiano still mocked me on my desk. I picked them up and shoved them into one of the drawers before I bent over the papers with our weapon orders.
A soft click made my head shoot up with narrowed eyes.
Anna hovered in the doorway, half hidden behind the door. Her hair was tousled and she was still in her white pajamas with a pink floral pattern. “Can I come in, Daddy?”
I put down the papers and pushed my chair back. “Of course, Anna. What is it?”
Something about her demeanor was off. She usually wasn’t this demure around us, even if she was reserved when strangers were around. She closed the door and tiptoed closer, avoiding my eyes. I pulled her on my lap and she nestled her head against my throat, her fingers fumbling with my jacket.
“You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” I said quietly.
She gave a sharp nod. “If I do something bad, Daddy, something you don’t like, will you kill me like Orazio?”
For a moment, my heart stopped beating. Grabbing her shoulders, I moved her so I could see her face. Her eyes held honest trepidation and it was the worst sight I could imagine. The shit with Orazio and Fabiano meant nothing in comparison to the fucking anguish I felt because my own daughter thought I might kill her if she displeased me. The mere idea…
I nudged up her chin. “Anna, no matter what you do, I’ll never hurt you. I’ll protect you with my life from any harm. You hear me?”
“Even if I become a traitor?”
“I won’t ever hurt you. Ever.”
She bit her lip. “Okay.”
“Who said som
ething like that?” I asked, trying to keep my voice gentle.
“Leonas said you’d have to kill Orazio because he’s a traitor, and that you’d do the same with anyone else who betrayed you.”
I gritted my teeth. I kissed Anna’s forehead. “I love you more than anything, Anna.”
“I love you too, Daddy,” Anna said and snuggled against me once more. Despite my workload, I decided to spend some time with her. “How about we play a song together?”
“Really?” She sat up with wide eyes.
I rarely played the piano anymore. For one, I didn’t have time, and it had never been my passion, but playing with Anna held a special place in my heart.
She hopped off my lap and took my hand, practically dragging me toward the library. This was my daughter, not the scared girl from a few minutes ago.
Anna settled on the piano bench.
“Won’t you play the harp?”
She shook her head sharply. “I wanna play the piano with you.”
“All right.” I sat down beside her. “Let’s see. What song do you want to play?”
“Let it be!”
I chuckled. I searched her booklet for the song then opened it. Anna loved to listen to the Beatles and play their songs. She was an old soul in a young body. “Ready?”
She grinned up at me, her worry and fear forgotten. I’d do anything to keep it that way.
I should have known Rocco would act. The moment I’d told him I wanted to capture Fabiano for questioning, he’d been tense.
Valentina had only just celebrated our eleventh anniversary when Giovanni showed up on my doorstep, looking completely flustered.
“What is it, Giovanni?” I asked as I crossed the lobby toward him. Gabby quickly moved back into the kitchen to give us privacy.