Chapter 29
Vivianna
“Are you sure there’s no guy?” Matteo asked for the fifth time.
“No.” The lie slipped out of my mouth.
It’s not a guy, but a man.
A real man who knows how to satisfy me.
“Because I know that look, sister.”
“You’re crazy. I have no such look. I’m just happy you’re home.”
“You sure, Vivianna? I can see the twinkle in your eyes.”
“Matteo,” I sighed, “I think Russia has clouded your judgment. Why would it matter if I did have a boyfriend?”
“You’re my sister, and I don’t want to see you get hurt. I still see you as my kid sister.”
“Matteo, I’m a woman now.”
He frowned, “I don’t want you to grow up. No matter what, you’ll always be my kid sister.”
“What would you do if I said I did have a boyfriend?”
“I would have Angelo capture them, so I could torture them.”
Oh, goodness.
Brother, you’re going to be in for a surprise when you find out the truth.
“Why is Vito ignoring you?”
Because he kissed me.
I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know. Because he’s strange.”
“You’re not wrong there. I’ll see you later. I’m going to find my girls.”
“Why do you cheat on those nice girls?”
“I’m not a cheater. We have a mutual agreement.”
“Ew. Too much information. Just go, I’m going to go sit down.”
He leaned down and kissed my forehead, “Love you, sister. Try not to get yourself in any trouble.”
I winked and flashed him an innocent smile. “A perfect angel.”
I glanced across the room and met Angelo’s gaze. He smirked as he held the remote up. I widened my eyes. No. He wouldn’t, would he? Of course, he would. He’s Angelo fucking Valentino.
The vibrator inside my started to lightly buzz as Matteo walked away. I took a deep breath and let out a silent moan. “Fuck.”
I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing. It buzzed faster, causing a tingling sensation in my nipples. I was so aroused. Hot. Wet. Aching. I opened my eyes to see Angelo’s dark gaze on me as I held onto the table. He licked his lips as he made his way over to me.
“Is my little ragazza enjoying herself?”
I gasped. “Angelo—I’m so close.”
“Good.” Angelo leaned in next to my ear and whispered, “I want you to come. Come over and over. And then, when you don’t think you can come anymore, I’m going to make you come again with my cock.”
“Fuck,” I whispered, a soft moan erupting from my lips.
Angelo took me by the wrist and pulled me away from the room. He led me up to his room and locked his door. Our bodies collided as he kissed me ravenously. He pulled the straps of my dress down, yanking the top of the dress down. My clamped nipples ached as he flicked one with his finger.
“How does that feel?”
“So good.”
Angelo pressed up against me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed. My back hit the mattress as he sucked on my neck. Biting. Licking. Kissing.
“Please, Angelo.”
Angelo traced my cheek and murmured. “You’re so beautiful like this. Daddy’s beautiful Princess.”
Angelo cupped my breasts, squeezing harshly. “God, I’m going to come again.”
“Does my ragazza need Daddy’s cock to fill her sweet pussy?”
“Yes!” I cried out as his thumbs brushed over my sensitive nipples.
“Have you ever experienced ice play?”
“No, Daddy.” Another cry of pleasure.
“Imagine me running ice over your body. The breasts. Nipples. Your clit.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, covering my mouth. I didn’t want my screams to be heard. Angelo gripped my wrist and yanked my hand away. “I want to hear your sexy moans. Do not hide from me.”
The buzzing of the toy stopped, making my eyes fly open. Angelo reached between my legs and removed the toy and held it under his nose. He inhaled and moaned. “So intoxicating.”
“Please Angelo, I feel so empty without you inside.”
Angelo took his jacket and stripped off his shirt as I worked on his pants. I unzipped his pants and ripped his pants open. I was desperate and horny for him. I ached for his cock to fill me up. He grabbed my ankles and placed them on his shoulders, positioning his cock at the entrance. “Hold on baby, I’m coming inside.”
He slammed into me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Each time his cock slid out, I cried out his name. Angelo’s hips thrust expertly, fucking me harder each time. I was so close to coming when he stopped mid-thrust and reached behind his neck. His rough hands gripped my wrists roughly, slamming them down on the mattress. “Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you.”
“God, yes!” I cried out, my voice is hoarse and raspy.
“Say it!” He demanded.
“Angelo!”
“No!” he hissed, “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You!” I cried, another wave of pleasure going through my body.
“Tell me who is the only one who can make you come.” Angelo groaned.
“You! Only you can make me feel this way.”
“Mine,” Angelo thrust, spilling inside me. “Fuck, I love you, Vivianna.”
“Angelo, fuck. I love you, too.”
What Angelo and I were doing was wrong.
Forbidden and taboo.
I just hope that when my brother finds out I’m fucking his boss—he doesn’t hold it against Angelo.
Because if he does, I’ll have to do something about it.
I will have to step in and tell him how I feel about Angelo Valentino.
That I’m completely in love with Angelo, and he loves me just as much—if not more.