Page 74 of Veil of Vengeance

Her hooded eyes come to my face, her sweet breath fanning my lips as she rides my fingers for her orgasm. I run my nose down her neck, nibbling on the sensitive spot behind her ear. She presses her lips to my neck, softly kissing and giving me goosebumps. When I pull my fingers out of her wet pussy, her soft moan echoes in my head. I slowly kiss my way down her neck, her breasts, flicking her nipples with my tongue before moving down till I’m on my knees between her legs.

I push her thighs open and lap at her wet folds, pressing my fingers into her thighs to urge her to bring her eyes back to mine. Valentina pulls her bottom lips into her teeth as I slip my tongue inside her, her eyes meeting mine again as she moans. Her second orgasm comes quicker, and she digs her fingers into my skull as she cries out, her thighs clenching around my head. I continue to lap at her wet folds until her legs separate and her breathing slows.

I quickly rise and kick off my sweats and boxers before positioning my cock at her entrance. Digging my fingers into her hips, I thrust inside her all at once. Her body jerks as she whimpers, but her cunt swallows me whole, strangling my cock.

“Fuck. You feel like mine.” Thrust.

“My woman.” Thrust.

“Fucking mine,” I growl.

She nods frantically, and one of her hands grips my shoulder while the other grips the back of the stone bench. Her long black hair tumbles back as her head tilts backwards, tits jiggling from the powerful rhythm of my thrusts. As she arches into me, my lips find hers. My arms circle her waist, pressing her into my chest. I bite her neck before running my tongue over the sensitive skin.

“Oh my God, Eli. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she begs, and my thrusts turn animalistic, her pussy tightening. The sound of skin slapping on skin so loud I’m sure it can be heard from outside the greenhouse.

It doesn’t stop me as I slow but deepen my thrusts, her moans getting louder and more frequent. She pulses around me, her teeth sinking into my shoulder as she comes with a shudder taking over her body. Her hard nipples scrape over my chest as my hips push harder into her thighs before I come in her warm pussy.

I rest my slick forehead against hers, our breathing loud and chests moving in sync. She winces as I move to pull out of her, my cum dripping. I gather it with my forefinger and thrust it back inside her, and she moans before swatting my hand away.

“Don’t do that. It’s embarrassing.” She pulls her panties back on before lifting her neckline back to cover her chest. I watch her, amused, as she smooths her hands over her hair.

“What’s embarrassing about shoving my cum back inside you, where it belongs? It’s my pussy, remember that, or have you forgotten that it’s mine?” I tease, and her face reddens, but she doesn't say anything as she adjusts herself. My phone rings in my pocket, and I reach my hand in and take it out. She watches me pick up the call without looking away from her.

?“You want Giuseppe for my daughter back?” Fuck, it’s her dad. Her eyes narrow as she takes in my tense shoulders and the frown that has settled over my face.

“Yes, I want Giuseppe to give you your precious little daughter back.”

Hurt flashes across her flushed face before she smooths her hand over her dress one more time, then quickly moves to leave the greenhouse. My hand twitches to grab her, but I watch Valentina’s retreating back, shaking off the regret that settles in my gut.

“Fine, where do you want to meet?” he asks. I press my eyes closed. This is about our revenge. Mine, my family and the Camorras. Not about her.

“I’ll have the details sent to you.” I end the call and slip the phone back in my pocket. I watch the greenhouse door for a beat before heading out after Valentina. I debate whether to go and check in my room, but instead I go to my office.

Opening the door, I find Dominico sitting behind my desk, a vicious, smug smirk across his face. I close the door behind me and walk to the edge of my desk.

“What the fuck are you doing in my chair?” I ask. My tone makes him throw his head back and laugh, the sound hollow and wrong.

“Good to know that you’re still the asshole you are, even after fucking the enemy,” he says. My eyes pinch at the corners, and my jaw clenches.

“Get out of my chair and you’ll do good to mind your own fucking business,” I warn. He moves around the desk and plops down in one of the chairs in front of my desk. “Why are you here?” I sit in my chair and lean into my elbows, looking at Dominico.

“Why can’t I come see my cugino and Capo?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow, and he shakes his head as he huffs an amused sigh. All his movements seem off, as if he’s playing a role. “Fine, that's a lie. I came here because I wanted to ask for permission to get revenge.”

I slide my palms over the mahogany wood as I lean back.

“On who?” I know who, but I’m just stalling to turn it over in my head and see if it’s worth the risk of more bloodshed in my territory.

“Cut the shit, Eli. You know who. My wife’s fucking dead, and I was in a fucking coma for three months, and the Camorra couldn’t do shit about it.” His face twists in a snarl as his hand lands on my desk.

“Watch your fucking tone, Dom. I’m still your fucking Capo. Sharing a last name won’t stop me from gutting you.” My threat causes his nostrils to flare, but he leans back in his chair.

“All I want is permission to pursue my revenge on the Terranovas.”

I search his face, the scar on his left cheek more pronounced against his pale face.

“No,” I say. His lips curl, and I put my palm up to stop him from speaking. “Dom, I'm speaking as your cousin, not your Capo. I can’t allow you this.”

His jaw ticks before he growls. “You can fucking go after your revenge, but I can’t. Honestly, I thought you, of all people, would understand.” He stands to his feet, wincing as he moves his injured arm.

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