Page 77 of His Vicious Vow
“He’s dead now. It was the same person who put a hit out on me. There should be no more threats out there.” His hand runs through my hair before cradling my head in his hand. “I promise. It’s done.”
I need to know. Tony would tell me about them and be honest if they were a threat or not. “Who? Sandro, please tell me.”
He clearly doesn’t want to answer but gives in. “Guillermo Reyes of the Reyes Cartel.”
“The Reyes Cartel? They hate the Outfit. Augusto is beyond psychotic.” Fear soaks me.
Shaking his head, he strokes my hair. “Augusto is dead. His son Mundo killed him to save Luca and if he’s truly honest himself. Mundo killed Guillermo too.”
I want to believe him. “You trust Mundo?”
“I believe he doesn’t want to be his father. Since the week Luca took over Vegas Mundo called in trucks that were trafficking. He didn’t have to do it and he’s also going to stop all of the Reyes cartel trafficking in human cargo. He’s intelligent enough to be aware he can’t keep doing business the way his father did. I’m not going to think he’s a friend but he is an ally.”
I don’t doubt he believes it. I also don’t doubt this will be the last time someone works to either remove him from power or tries to kill him. Throwing my arms around him I say neither of those things. Instead I cry again, hoping he’s right about being hard to kill because the idea of life without him—no.
I’m all cried out simply floating in contentment when I feel him move. He carries me into my bedroom. When he tries to set me down, I can’t let go. “Please, don’t leave me.”
“I won’t leave you.” He promises as he comes down beside me on the bed. I burrow into his chest loving that he’s holding me almost as tightly as I hold him.
Kiki jumps onto the bed and snuggles up to my back. Sleep is tugging at me but I don’t dare close my eyes terrified this is somehow another dream and he’ll be gone again when I wake up. His breathing is deep yet he’s not asleep either. He’s running his hand through my hair again and again as if it soothes him.
The idea of Sandro needing to be soothed and that I could be the one to do it in any way causes my chest to twist. Sandro is larger than life to me, indestructible, impervious to the lesser emotions of normal people yet he does feel deeply. And needs comfort like any other person.
Watching his chest move becomes hypnotic. I’m not even aware my hand is running over his chest until a large hand comes down on mine.
“Carina, I’m trying here.”
Stung, I blink fast. “I’m sorry.” God, I want to shrivel up and die. I push away from him.
His hand wraps around my neck sending my eyes down in instant pleasure. “For you, Carina. I’m trying not to break the promise I made you.”
Squeezing my eyes shut so tight I see spots. “What promise?”
The hand tightens around my neck. “Look at me damn it.” I can’t deny him. Sapphire is glowing down at me. “The promise I made you on the flight from Italy: You decide when we have sex. I want you anyway I can have you but if you wake up tomorrow with regrets it would…”
“Wait, what? All this time, you were waiting on me? Bianca said,” he stiffens. “It wasn’t her fault, she said what I already believed: you didn’t want me for me but because you were stuck with me. I thought you fucked me because I was there as a way of making me want to marry you.” I don’t remember him saying that but I was pretty miserable and all in my head at how cold he was and over my stupid words about his money.
“Have you lost your fucking mind? I wanted you the moment I met you. That was the problem. I took you without thinking of what you wanted. You deserve what you want and don’t want. Even if it was me leaving you alone until you were ready.” Sandro is seething with something dangerous, something that is melting the core of me.
“Sandro, I’ve been ready—” His mouth is on mine with a desperation that soothes every fear I had he didn’t really want me, that this need doesn’t go both ways.
Sandro lifts me onto his lap my legs on either side of him riding his bulge. Kiki’s barking breaks through the fog of lust. She isn’t getting treats for a week.
I’m wondering how fast I can put her in her kennel when Sandro picks me up again. I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I want you in my bed anyway.” Sandro mutters as he kicks his door closed on a barking Kiki.
“For the record, I’ve wanted to be here too. I missed you saying it or maybe I heard it but didn’t get it. I’m sorry I’m a coward. Even if I had heard you properly, I can’t imagine being brave enough to say it out loud. There was a reason I liked it so much, when—you know you’re you.”
He sits down on the edge of his bed, pulling back enough to meet my eye he cups my cheek with a gentle hand. “You are the bravest person I’ve ever met. Especially to admit what you have. I need you to be sure. It means you belong to me from your gorgeous hair down to your cute toes.”
I’m in awe. Sandro thinks I’m brave. It gives me the courage to say it. “I’ve belonged to you from the very beginning. I’m sure, my dear husband. Will you please make love to me now?”
“I love hearing you say the word please. I’m warning you this time, it’s been too long without you. Too many nights spent dreaming you were here in my bed for me to go slow. Next time and the time after that I will be. This time, it’s going to be fast and rough like the animal you turn me into.” It’s an apology.
“Yes, please.” I moan into his mouth.
His hands are between us as he tries to undo the pants he’s wearing. I hate it but lean back to give him room as I pull up the hem of the shirt dress I’m wearing off. My hands on his shoulder I attempt to get off him. “Where do think you’re going?” He growls into my throat as he finally frees his cock.