Page 41 of Sacred Vow

I continued to bring my hand down, landing stinging swats on her sensitive sit spot until it was bright fire-engine red. The tears of remorse started and so did the begging, but I wasn’t done yet.

Down her thighs, I went – splat, thwack, thud, crack – until my naughty girl hung limply over my thigh. It took her longer than usual to surrender to it, and that immediately put me on alert. Had something happened while she was out that I hadn’t heard about?

I ran one hand over her hot skin and down the slickness between her thighs. Vittoria moaned, widening her legs, encouraging me to give her the relief she so desired, but I withheld it.

“Do you have something to say to me, Vittoria?” I asked warningly.

“I’m sorry for being naughty. Will you please finish the punishment, Sir?”

Was it wrong that when she called me that I grew harder than a rock? Running my fingers through her slick folds, I lubricated them before sinking two digits into her tight rear entrance.

“Fuck me, Daddy!”

How could I deny her? My wife scorched every part of me, driving my need for her until I didn’t think I could hold back any longer.

Scooping her into my arms, I stood and placed her over the end of the bed. Grabbing lube from my drawer, I shucked my pants in record time and got my hard shaft slick, pumping it in my hand.

“Open for me, Principessa.”

Vittoria reached back and spread her cheeks with her hands and then gazed at me over her shoulder, her expression pleading, a reflection of my desperation to be inside of her. I held her gaze while I pressed my cock past the tight ring of muscle and slammed home as deep as I could.

Her eyes almost rolled back in her head with the invasion.

“Are you Daddy’s little slut?” I fucked her hard as a variety of mewls and moans poured from her parted lips.

“Yes. Yes Sir! Please, fuck your little slut!”

I smacked her hands out of the way and grasped her hips. I drove inside of her, pulling out to the tip and drilling back inside. Two more strokes and Vittoria was screaming her release to the world, except our room was soundproof, so only I got the pleasure of hearing her primal shout with her orgasm.

Her muscles squeezed so tight I thought my cock would break off. But I kept at it until I felt a zing down my spine to my balls and I erupted like a volcano, filling her tight ass with my lava.

Vittoria collapsed while I gently pulled free from her. A sigh of contentment like a cat with a full belly of cream escaped from between those pretty lips. She curled into a ball on the bed reminding me even more of a satisfied cat.

Later, we showered and made slow love while I pulled promises of obedience from her. Long after she fell asleep, I lay awake. Something wasn’t right. The feeling had been following me all day, growing sharper instead of fading. Every instinct I possessed told me I was missing something.

I went over the itinerary and rechecked that the estate was well guarded even though I had two dozen soldiers with me, I’d left as many back home to protect the ones I loved. The unspoken rule in our household was if Massimo and I were gone, one of the other brothers needed to be in residence. They all had suites at the house for this very reason.

Tony was at home. Brilliant with numbers and obsessed with control, my brother had earned the nickname The Beast long before he ever became responsible for the casinos. He was a deadly shot and known for never leaving anyone alive. I had left him in charge of the soldiers guarding the estate for the next few days and specifically to watch Vittoria.

“Everything is fine, Romeo, relax.”

Simo sat opposite me, as always, dissecting my expression accurately. I knew I must have looked pensive, and he didn’t miss it.

“I know, but my gut is telling me something isn’t right.”

“Our men in Siderna are in place already. Our snipers are set up and if anyone pulls anything, we’ll drop them before anyone knows what’s going on.”

I sighed, suddenly feeling a lot older than my thirty-seven years. “It’s not me I’m worried about, it’s Vittoria.”

He cracked a smile. “You know I wasn’t sure about her for the longest time. She’s a complete brat. Mouthy and too smart for her own good. But more recently, I’ve seen how loyal she is to you and how much she loves you.”

Love? She’d never uttered those three little words again—I love you. So how did Massimo know? Was it that obvious to everyone… except me?

“She’s a good actress,” I said. “Don’t be fooled.”

His grim mien lightened when his lips curled into a shallow smile. “I see it when she looks at you. The love in her eyes is very evident, Romeo. So, let’s toss away those seeds of doubt. Vittoria is fine, we are fine, and we’ll be home in a few days.”

Usually this conversation went the other way, and Simo was the one looking pensive and stressed. Maybe he was right and I was just being paranoid. Still… my gut was never wrong.