Page 18 of Sacred Vow

But she didn’t scamper off as expected.

“What are you going to do?”

“I have a meeting and then I’ve got to go back to my office and finish doing everything I couldn’t do earlier because I was spanking my wife.”

She appeared unsettled, and not just at the mention of that morning’s punishment.

“Is something wrong?”

She dropped her gaze to the floor, blushing. “I guess I was wondering if I could see where your office was. You know, so I could come to see you, or whatever.”

“When I’m in my office, Vittoria, I am working. But that reminds me. I have a gift for you.” I walked over to the walk-in and grabbed her new cell phone from a drawer, and handed it to her. “I programmed this for you. My number, Massimo’s, and your security detail’s numbers are in there already. Carlo is the head of your personal team. If you need anything, you call him. If anything upsets you or you feel threatened in any way, you call me or Simo, understood?”

She nodded her head, her expression bordering on shyness. Combined with her flushed cheeks, she was adorable, a little girl trapped in a woman’s body.

“What about a naughty text?” she asked. “Can I send that too?”

“You can text me anytime.”

She lifted her head and smiled. “Okay. Thank you for this. Am I allowed to go on social media?”

I grew serious and tugged her close. “Do you remember when you told me you’d seen my house on that show, but you did not know where it was?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Well, there is a reason. No one can share this location with anyone ever, that includes whoever may pick up on your signals. Your phone is encrypted and secured, but is only for communication, not for playing on social media. If you prove to me you can be responsible with your online image, then I will get you a laptop. But you have to earn it, Vittoria, just like my trust. And when and if you do, there will be no, and I mean no pictures of this home posted. You are married to the mafia king, and you need to conduct yourself accordingly. As my queen, I will expect you to be above social media, and as my wife, I will not share you with millions of others. You will grow into your role as you take up the responsibilities my mother is presently handling for you. If you need something to do, then check with her regarding a dinner party in a few weeks’ time. She will walk you through what needs to be done.”

She nodded, already a million miles away. What was she thinking? I’d give anything to have a window into her thoughts.

“Get dressed. Carlo will be waiting for you.”

She scampered off, finally, and I left her to it. I couldn’t wait to see how this day would play out. Either I’d be escorting her to dinner later, or tying her to the bed to be tortured with a vibrator at her entrance, teasing her for hours with no relief in sight. For a woman who loved sex as much as my new wife, that would be pure hell.

My phone hummed. Massimo, texting me a picture of the Audi’s open trunk. My time for distraction was over. I grabbed a suit jacket and a tie and went back to work.

Chapter Six

Vittoria

“No, no, darling. This way.”

I nodded through a scowl of concentration, watching Isabella Vitale’s slender hands at work. After my quick tour around the property—and by quick, I mean two hours because that is how long it took to walk the perimeter and detour through the elaborate gardens—I had found myself in the enormous kitchen, where Isabella invited me to share a cup of tea, and somehow her wistful reminiscing on her grandmother’s pastries turned into the two of us attempting to recreate it. I had no doubt my mother-in-law would succeed. The only thing I was confident of was making a mess.

Although I hadn’t been here long, I had already learned that despite her age and gender, Isabella was accorded a great deal of respect, not merely as the widow of the former Don or the mother of the present one, but a respect she had earned that was all her own. She remained not only an active force in the family dynamic, but in the running of her household as well. She was a generous tyrant, gently correcting me with each failure, an iron fist in a velvet glove. I understood almost at once that while she lived in the estate, it would be impossible for me to take over as the reigning queen.

Now she leaned over my shoulder, tutting affably at my efforts. “So rough, mia nuora! When you knead the dough, it is like a lover’s touch. Be firm, yet enticing.”

I changed how I manipulated the dough. I imagined it was Romeo’s cock I was massaging. Getting into the groove, I leaned further over the counter, extending my arms as I pressed the dough away, then with a firm grip, I drew it back to me.

“That’s it,” my mother-in-law encouraged me. “Feel how it responds to you? Feel it warm and become supple.”

Immediately, my cheeks burned pink with embarrassment. I wasn’t used to being watched by another woman, and certainly not the mother of my husband.

“Keep going, and just like when you’re making love, you’ll know the moment the dough is ready to be molded into something else, in this case, a shell to hold the juicy load of fruit.”

Holy Crap! Was it her intention to have me thinking about sex? I felt a zing down to my clit with the naughty images assaulting me as I played with the dough. The song After Dark by Tito and Tarantula played in my head and encouraged my imagination to greater depravity.

I bit my lip to hold back a moan and excused myself to use the bathroom. A tinkling of Isabella’s laughter followed me as I raced out of the kitchen for Romeo’s office. He should be back from his meeting by now. I grabbed the phone from my pocket and checked the time. 5 pm and not a word from him. Panic slithered down my spine. Was he okay?