by Brook Wilder
“I’ve never known you to be this civil, Vittorio.”
He groaned, his cock twitching at the look on her face.
“I’m trying to give you space, so we can talk.”
She covered the distance between them, leaving mere inches between their bodies.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Anything,” he said hoarsely, his hands balled into fists.
“Do you truly love me?”
Vittorio felt a bit lightheaded as he stared down at her, drinking the sight of her standing there in his living room with nothing but a t-shirt and shorts on.
“God you have no fucking idea how much. I know I fucking suck at showing it, but I missed you so damn much it hurt. I dreamed about you every night.”
Her eyes glistened with tears, but she didn’t reach for him.
“I-I’m sorry I left. I was scared.”
“I know,” he said softly. “I just wish you would have left a fucking note.”
She let out a choked laugh.
“You aren’t going to beat me, are you?”
Vittorio shook his head.
“Not unless you want me to. All I want to do is hold you and never let you go.”
She let out a sob and closed the space between them, crashing into his body. Vittorio let out a breath as he crushed her against him, burying his face in her hair.
“Don’t ever leave me again. I can’t fucking take it.”
Her tears soaked through his t-shirt as she pressed her body against him.
“I-I won’t, I swear it. I’m so sorry.”
“Shh,” he said, stroking her hair.
He had been pissed at her at first, especially after knowing that Rocco hadn’t taken her, but all of that was old news. While a lesser man would make her suffer for leaving him, he was just glad she was unharmed and with him now.
“It’s fine,” he said.
Sharon pulled back and he wiped the tears from her face, giving her a tender smile.
“It’s all in the past,” he assured her.
She nodded and stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing his.
“I won’t ever leave you again, not willingly anyway.”
His arms tightened around her.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. I fucking swear it.”
“I believe you,” she said, a shy smile on her face. “And I want to show you how sorry I am for leaving.”
Vittorio’s body went into overdrive as she dropped to her knees.
Chapter 13
Sharon
Sharon’s hands shook as she reached for the zipper on his pants. She couldn’t believe that he had forgiven her just like that. She could feel his love around her, see it in his eyes as he watched her. She had been stupid to leave him in the first place. His life was not perfect by any means, and he scared her more than anything else, but it was where she belonged.
She loved him. There was nothing else to say.
His zipper fell open and his cock sprang out, heavy with need.
“I haven’t fucked anyone else since you,” he said above her, strain evident in his voice.
She looked up as her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking it lightly.
“That makes me happy.”
His hands went into her hair as she guided his cock into her mouth, taking her time to lick the engorged head. She could feel the pressure on the back of her head, but Vittorio was not forcing her to do anything, merely holding her there, allowing her to take control. Sharon’s own body flooded with need, with a want for him to touch her all over. He was showing her that he was comfortable with her, allowing her to take the lead, and it meant the world to her.
Lavishing his cock with her tongue, she gripped it tightly, marveling at the way he responded. One could have great power over someone like this and her mob lover had just given it to her.
“Sharon,” he groaned as she took him into her mouth. “God woman, you’re fucking killing me.”
She hummed in response, tugging on his cock with her lips as his hands fisted into her hair. Oh, how she had missed this! Her breasts were already heavy, her panties wet with anticipation of what was going to happen tonight.
She had missed him more than she had thought.
With a groan, he pulled away and hauled her to her feet, claiming her mouth hungrily, his tongue sweeping in and tangling with hers. She moaned into his mouth as her hands traced his arms, her fingers dancing over his shoulders until she could bury them in his hair. Suddenly she couldn’t get enough of Vittorio, her love.
He tore away from her mouth, his tongue tracing a line to her ear, where he nipped at her earlobe.
“I am going to fuck you hard tonight,” he breathed into her ear. “And show you how much I fucking missed you.”
“Yes,” she sighed as he ground against her, his cock pressing into her stomach. “Please Vittorio. Give it to me hard.”
He made a sound before he picked her up and strode to the bedroom, dumping her onto the bed. She watched as he towered over her, his eyes white hot with such intensity that it took her breath away. This was the man she had fallen in love with. This was the man who had her heart.
Instead of pouncing on her, he knelt before the bed, pulling on her legs until she was sitting on the edge. Sharon’s breath caught as she felt his hands trace up her legs, stopping at the edge of her shorts.
“I thought I had lost you,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “I thought Rocco had you and it fucking tore me apart to think what you were going through.”
She reached up and touched his cheek, feeling the stubble on her palm.
“I’m sorry I put you through that pain.”
Vittorio turned his head and kissed her palm.
“I know. I know why you left and I should have never put you through that. I’m fucking sorry Sharon.”
She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his.
“I know.”
His mouth curved into a smile.
“I believe this is the first time we have ever agreed on anything.”
Sharon laughed.
“I think you are right.”
Vittorio leaned down and pressed a kiss on her inner thigh, sending Sharon into a whirlwind of need and want, falling back on the bed so that he could have better access. She had missed him so much, missed this between them.
He wasted no time pulling her shorts off, taking her panties along with them until she was bared to him from the waist down. His lips traced the skin until his mouth pressed onto the heated core of her pussy.
Sharon moaned, her hands finding his hair as he lavished her swollen clit with his tongue, his finger thrusting into her already wet entrance. The sensation of his fingers inside her nearly set her on fire, her cries coming hard and fast as he stroked her clit with his tongue, his finger moving in tandem with each stroke.
“Come for me,” he said against her pussy. “For me, Sharon.”
“Only you,” she sobbed, her body tightening in anticipation before she let go, her screams echoing off the bedroom walls.
She vaguely felt him remove his finger before he was thrusting into her, bracing himself above her with his arms. Sharon opened her eyes to meet his, seeing the clench of his jaw as he filled her completely.
“You are mine,” he said roughly, arching her body to bury himself to the hilt. “Mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered, unable to trust her voice. “I-I love you Vittorio Contarini.”
Something in his expression shifted as Vittorio leaned down and captured her lips with his, moving slowly at first to bring her to her next orgasm. Sharon cried into his mouth as he languishly kissed her, his tongue stroking hers as he moved against her, carefully, tenderly that brought tears to her eyes. She clung to his shoulders as he moved more urgently, her fingers digging into his shirt as she kissed him back with all the intensity he was giving her. His roar was swallowed by her kiss as he let himself go, coming hard and fast inside her, b
efore collapsing on top of her body.
Sharon stroked his back with her fingers. He was heavy, but she welcomed the weight, tears still streaming down her face as they floated back down to earth.
She had nearly thrown this all away because she had been scared.
Chapter 14
Vittorio
Vittorio woke with a start, turning over before letting out a breath. She was still here. It had not been a dream. Marcello would laugh his ass off if he could see him now, but Vittorio didn’t care.
Carefully and softly he reached over and pulled her into his arms, grinning as she snuggled against him and promptly went back to sleep. The tension between them was gone and he could breathe again. She wasn’t leaving him ever again, no matter how ugly the situation between he and Rocco got, or whatever the hell else popped up in his life.
Sharon was staying.
He breathed in her shampoo, his mind already whirling with the next steps. He would move her in so that he could keep an eye on her, allow her to tell her roommates that she was leaving. While he wanted to protect her from her own life, he had learned from their first encounters that Sharon was her own person and he owed it to her to let her keep that life. While he wouldn’t fucking like it, he could not cut her off from the rest of the world forever. She would grow to resent him and the only emotion he wanted from her was love.
Sighing, Vittorio trailed his fingers lightly down her arm, unable to stop touching her. His future had not been something he had thought about in a long time, especially after Lara had been killed. He had always thought he would go out like some of the great mafia members of the past, getting killed while eating or on the shitter, a surprise attack that would come swiftly and with very little pain involved. He had already lived a hard fast life, so when death came from him he wouldn’t be surprised.
But now he had Sharon to worry about, to plan a future with. Vittorio doubted she had thought very little of her own death prior to meeting him. She had her own hopes and dreams, and he was forever grateful to her that he could be a part of the sunshine that was her life.
Fear seized him suddenly and he pulled her tightly against him, ignoring her sleepy protests before she settled down once more. This was scary territory for him and he doubted she knew just how frightening it could be. If it came down to it, he would give his life for her. It had been quite some time since he had thought he would do something like that and, the last time, Lara had been the one to give her life for his.
Would Sharon think the same way? Vittorio was inclined to think so. If her love ran as deep as his, he would imagine she would not hesitate to do the same thing that Lara had, and he would be devastated all over again. It was a risk that he would have to take, to keep her as safe as possible.
But not stop her from living.
Vittorio slid from around her and climbed off the bed, quietly pulling on his pants before reaching for his cell, his eyes never leaving Sharon in the bed. Quickly he fired off some texts, one to Marcello to tell him that Sharon was safe, and another to his preferred jeweler in New York. He would take Sharon later on today to pick out a ring. He wanted to make this official, to let the entire fucking world know that she was his and under his protection, his family’s protection. That way, if something went wrong when he finished this war with Rocco, then she would be protected by his name for the rest of her life. There were things he would have to do, like draw up an account in her name, provide her with a list of all his holdings, so that, if she ever had to leave, she would have a place to go.
He would be literally giving her the keys to his empire, and it didn’t bother him as bad as he thought it would.
Vittorio fired off a few more texts before he put the phone on the table and looked down at Sharon sleeping in his bed. The tension about her and her safety was now off. His chest loosened as he realized how fucking lucky he had been to gain her love once more. He came with a hell of a lot of baggage, but she was willing to take it on as well.
He was a lucky mother fucker.
With a soft grin on his face, Vittorio shucked his pants, not remembering why he put them on in the first place, and climbed back in the bed, pressing a kiss to her temple. She had changed him.
His fingers found her bare skin under the sheet and he caressed her lightly, his chest tightening as he thought about a life with her, the kids they would have. They would have their mother’s good looks and sensitive nature, with their father’s badass attitude.
And they would grow up in a loving household, away from the violence that Vittorio himself had grown up in. Even with the name Contarini, he would allow them to choose their paths. Shit, he was getting sentimental now.
Shaking his head of the thoughts for now, Vittorio ran a hand possessively down her rounded hip, cupping her ass. God he would never get tired of her body. Her pussy was already wet when his fingers grazed her, and he stroked her lightly, his cock swelling against her ass. They would spend the rest of the morning fucking like rabbits and then they would go out.
A moan escaped her lips and he grinned, leaning down to kiss her shoulder as he eased a finger into her entrance. Soon she would open her eyes and a smile would curve on her lips before she allowed him to do whatever the hell he wanted to her body. He would take her from behind this time, until she screamed his name.
Fuck yes. It was going to be a damn good morning.
Chapter 15
Sharon
Sharon licked her lips as a delicious warmth spread throughout her body, feeling at peace with herself for the first time in a long while.
Her eyes flew open in time to see Vittorio over her, poised at her entrance.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she said, her mouth curving into a smile. It hadn’t been a dream. She was really here, and he was really loving her. “What are you doing?”
“Waking you up the way I hope to every morning,” he said, tenderness in his eyes. “Do we have a problem here?”
She shook her head and he slid into her, her sensitive skin stretching to accommodate his size. Her fingers slid up his arms, tracing the dark grooves of his tattoo before she buried them into his shoulder, urging him on. There was no need for words between them. Raw emotion bloomed on her face as Vittorio moved inside her, slowly, lovingly.
“I love you,” he said gruffly, looking down at her.
Sharon’s breath left her as she saw the naked emotions rolling in his gaze, feeling the love emanating from Vittorio wrap around her heart
“I love you,” she echoed, touching his face with her hand. “Don’t ever doubt it.”
“I won’t,” he promised, leaning down to capture her mouth with his.
Sharon allowed her body to be taken by his, knowing this was far different from anything she had experienced with him before. He was making love to her, not having sex with her. She could feel it with every delicious stroke, their movements unhurried.
She never wanted it to end.
Vittorio stoked her fire until she was screaming his name, sobbing as her orgasm hit her full force.
“That’s it,” he growled, grabbing her hips and lifting her body toward his. “Say my name.”
“V-vittorio,” she panted as he drove into her. “Vittorio!”
“Fuck yes,” he said, pounding into her. “You’re so fucking hot Sharon.”
She moaned as he grabbed one of her breasts, twisting the nipple painfully until another orgasm hit her, his own body shuddering as he poured into her body. For a moment they were suspended in their own space, just the two of them. Sharon’s eyes opened to witness the rapture in his face before reality crashed them back to earth.
Vittorio groaned as he rolled to his back. Sharon followed him until she was sprawled out on his chest, her fingers stroking his sweaty body.
“God that was good.”
“I second that,” he rumbled, his own hand drifting down her back.
Sharon snuggled against his hard body, happiness radiating o
ut of every pore. How could this be, this happiness she had found with a man that was completely the opposite of what she would have expected?
A bell rang in the distance and suddenly Vittorio was on his feet, nearly falling out of the bed to do so.
“Get up.”
The sheer panic in his eyes nearly had her heart stopping in her chest.
“What’s wrong?”
He pressed a finger to her lips, throwing on his pants and pointing to her own clothing.