Page 22 of Heart's Temptation
“See you Sunday, Nicolette. Oh, and I guess you and Marko will be coming too, brother?” His wide, innocent eyes burrowed inside my wound and deepened the hole that used to be my heart.
“You can count on it.” I gritted the words between my teeth just as the door slid closed. I’d always kept my head and considered myself the cool one in the group of Vitale men as nothing could get me riled up, at least not on the outside. My little shit of a brother must have enjoyed watching me struggle to keep it together.
Vinnie had a habit of thinking he was an angel—perfectly innocent—and played that card whenever it suited him. Being the baby in our family, it always worked, even with me. But that was coming to an end. Sometime soon, he’d receive his comeuppance.
I stalked to the dining room and took the food out of the bags. Nicolette had taken her seat and was gazing at me politely, like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t been fawning all over my baby brother just now.
I didn’t dare let her see how much their little reunion pissed me off and kept my attention on getting the food sorted.
I placed half of Nicolette's meal on her plate, wishing to give her double to make up for her being skin and bones, but knowing she’d fight with me if I did.
After a few bites, she pulled her old habit and pushed the plate away. “Thank you, that was delicious.”
“You’re not finished, Niki. Eat the food.”
“Or what?” She lifted her chin, her eyes bright with challenge. Did she not remember I was in charge?
“Or I’ll force-feed you.” I didn’t hide the threat in my tone, and when she didn't comply, I lifted her from the chair and placed her on my lap, banding one arm around her ribs and placing one leg over hers. I shoveled some food on my fork and held it to her lips. “Open!”
“No!”
“Nicolette,” I growled, “you're pushing me. I said open, now do what you're told.”
“You can’t boss me anymore, Giovanni.”
“That’s where you're wrong, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER NINE
Niki
Gio put me over his shoulder and stalked to my room where he tossed me on the bed. Before I could scramble away, he’d tugged me down the mattress, my dress sliding up as I went, until all that was between us was the thin strap of material that was my thong.
“I see you still like to be manhandled, Nicolette,” he said quietly.
An image from earlier—Gio napping naked—added to the excitement his smoky voice awoke in me.
I was pulled from my musings when Gio gripped my thighs and flipped me onto my back. With one yank, he ripped the thong from my body. I gasped at the stinging sensation left from the garment being torn in two. Gio’s tongue drove between my puffed slick lips and speared my core like a jackhammer.
“Ohh! Gio!” I couldn’t hold back the tidal wave of arousal that ripped through me like a thunderstorm. Gio was on a mission to teach me a lesson and I didn’t stand a chance. His tongue danced inside me during my orgasm, sparking a second and then a third. I cried out and writhed in his grip but there was no escape from his pillaging tongue.
I was beyond the ability to process the orgasms he forced from my body, losing count of how many there were. There was no glorious oblivion following my descent off the cliff. I never crashed and soaked in the aftermath of pure bliss. I tried to fight them off, but I knew it was futile. No way would Gio stop until he chose to, no matter how much I begged.
“You have forgotten who I am, Niki.” He pulled his tongue out of my thrumming entrance long enough to speak.
“No. Never!” I panted, trying to catch my breath.
“Why did you leave?”
I didn’t dare say the real reason. He’d lose his shit, I just knew he would. I shook my head, as silent tears streamed down my face. Despite the forced orgasms, I still wanted to feel him inside of me. To make all the pain from the past disappear. I knew he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, at least not until I gave him what he wanted.
Maybe he was tired of the position, or maybe his tongue gave out, but I found myself over his lap facing the floor, his knee pressed against my pubic bone as he attached something to my ankles to keep my legs from closing.
“I have ways of getting what I want, tesorina.”
A vibrator buzzed to life at my entrance, positioned at an angle that set off fireworks and had me screaming his name. The vibrator on my clit was pure torture and a fresh wave of orgasms spasmed through me in a continual stream.
I couldn't kick my legs the way he had them spread apart. Instead, I used my fists to pummel his strong calves, but with no results. He suddenly switched tactics, no longer forcing the orgasms and now denying them. My sensitive bud didn’t know if it was coming or going, I was so lost in the sensations. When I finally hung limply over his lap with my cries echoing off the walls, he turned off the buzzing tormenter.