Page 12 of His Vicious Vow

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Page 12 of His Vicious Vow

Her little whimpers feed my hunger. I want to go slow, learn every inch of her and at the same time I want her to come and flood my mouth with her cream right fucking now. I’m all need and no finesse. I don’t recognize the desperate hunger clawing at my guts for her. No woman has made me this crazy for her. Silky thighs squeeze me tight, pulling me back from the edge. Breathe, that doesn’t help, the scent of her in my lungs is a drug I’ll never get enough of.

The thought yanks me into myself. Control, I have to get control. Both of us can’t be out of it, we could go up in flames. I slow and focus on using every skill I have to send her out of her mind. When I slide two fingers inside her, she startles. Damn, she’s tight. Certain I’ve moved to fast for her, I don’t force them deeper into her. Instead I turn my wrist and find her g-spot and rub. Her eye lids float down.

With a kiss to the silk of her mons, I lift my head to watch her. “Say my name.” I order her.

She shakes her head, squeezing her eyes closed.

“Say my name, my dear wife, or I stop now.” It’s a warning. One she has no idea I couldn’t follow through on if I wanted to. And I sure as hell don’t want to. I need her to come and I need her to do it soon before I explode in my pants.

Her eyes open wide in shock. Another shake of her head.

Chuckling, I nod. “Now you have to beg me for your orgasm. If you had just said my name, you would already be coming. Say it, Carina.”

I fight a groan at the way she catches her bottom lip with her teeth. “Sandro, please let me come. Please, Sandro.”

“Ask me for what you want, and it’s yours.” I have no idea where the words came from but I mean them. Anything she wants is hers.

Lowering my head, I suck deep on her swollen clit at the same time I rub her g-spot and watch her go off like a firecracker. My wish is granted as she comes all over my tongue. So. Fucking. Good. I watch her whole body tremble from her orgasm. Beautiful and all mine.

My phone rings disturbing the moment. It’s Gaetano’s ringtone, I don’t ignore it the way I want. “Yeah.” I answer as I get off my knees. Grabbing her shirt I wipe my face as I watch her roll on her side away from me.

“Hey, we might have a problem. Dustin said as he was dying that there’s a Fed in our organization.”

Ice slides down my spine. “A Fed?” I walk out of Carina’s room, closing the door behind me. “No, no fucking way. We would know. I’m calling Valdez. Did he say anything else?”

“Nothing, he was already choking on his blood. He laughed and said we were going down because we had a Fed on the inside. Nothing after that.”

I check to make sure Carina hasn’t opened her door. “Has the package arrived?”

“Not yet. We have the room in the desert for him.”

“Don’t do anything yet. I don’t believe the fucker, especially with him laughing. This could be something to mess with our heads. I’ll get with Valdez. Hopefully, I’ll be back in Vegas by tomorrow.”

Once I hang up with him, I call Valdez.

“Yes, sir?”

“We had an incident at one of our distribution centers. Someone caught trying to take something he didn’t pay for. As he succumbed to the consequences, he said there was a Fed on the inside. I need you to check if that’s true or not.” I’m grateful for the quick inhalation of air. It tells me what I thought was true, he’d know if there was, and he wasn’t aware of it.

“I’ve heard nothing on this. I would have too. Since I haven’t, this might take a moment.”

“Thank you, call as soon as you know anything.”

“I will.” He assures me.

Ending the call, I wonder where the hell this Fed could be. Inside the hotel and which one it would be, the one in old Vegas I ran or the one on the strip Luca ran? There is no way they could be within our ranks. No soldier came in off the street. The mafia existed on the bones of our fathers. Marriages were made among families already in the mafia.

Since the Outfit was so much smaller by being only in Chicago and Vegas, we were willing to marry among the mafia out of New York. Men didn’t marry into the mafia. If a woman wanted to marry outside of it, it wasn’t unheard of, but those men were never allowed inside or ever made. Any man who married outside of the mafia had to be given permission by their Don. We’d learned our lessons from the eighties of trusting non-mafia to get closer than an associate. And all associates we worked with were vetted times ten, no one came in without an introduction.

A crash from behind Carina’s door pulls me back. I cross the room and knock on her door. I’m not surprised there’s no answer even though I swear I can feel her inches from me on the other side of the door. “Carina, I need to see to business. I’ll be back to pick you up for dinner tonight. Seven, be ready. And I wouldn’t try disappearing. Someone will be keeping an eye on you. Don’t make me wait tonight.” I warn her.

CHAPTER 5

Carina

I jump at the knock on my bedroom door. I’m holding my breath, not daring to make a sound. When he tells me he’ll be back to pick me up I fight not to scream I won’t be waiting. Except his words of warning that someone is watching me freezes me in place. Of course I now have a guard. Not to protect me but to keep me from running.

I almost fall against the door of my closet again as I try to get the leggings on. I’d packed away and taken my favorite clothes to a storage place the day after Celia found out Carlo was marrying her off so I have the bare minimum of clothes to choose from.




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