Page 11 of The Sicilian Heir
"It's a surprise." I chuckled and led her up to the sparring area.
I wanted to test her skills. I knew she was good with a knife, but I wanted to see if she could fight. If she couldn't, I was going to have to get her trained.
"Wow," Eunji gasped as she walked in behind me.
The facility at the Falcone property wasn't as lavish as the one at my compound, but it would do. I led her to the ring and motioned for her to get in it.
"We are going to spar, little lotus."
She smirked at me and started wrapping her hands, surprising the hell out of me that she knew how to do it properly. I just watched as she prepared. She took her top off, showing me her stomach scars and sports bra. I let out a light groan.
If I didn't get my head on right, I would be sporting chub. She stood in the middle of the ring, her body sprung and tense. Her eyes were fierce and I couldn't help getting hard at her look. I always loved a woman who could fight. But I needed to know if it was bravado or if she really could hold her own.
"Don't take it easy on me," she goaded.
I went straight for her. If she was going to goad me, then I was going to show her what happened when you tempted the beast.
She lightly danced away from me with a tiny giggle.
Perplexed, I rushed her again. Eunji evaded me once more. I calmed down and looked at her footwork. She was bobbing back and forth, dancing lightly on the tips of her toes.
Before I could rush her again, she went on the offensive. Moving around a lot, she dipped in and out and jabbed. She packed a punch and I had to hold back a grunt from her power.
I reached up and grabbed her left hand, that was raised to punch me in the face, and spun her around, her back to my front. I held her in place and my cock grew hard. This was probably not my greatest idea.
Eunji stilled her movements and then took her elbow and jabbed backward three times until I had to let her go. Thinking she was going to go back to jabs, I invaded her space. Only she changed tactics and started to kick. She kicked me in my neck, my sternum, and then my knee. I dropped to the floor, panting. That wasn't all. Before I could get back up, she jumped behind me and her butterfly knife was open at my neck.
"Yield," she barked.
I raised my hands in defeat. I was angry and horny all wrapped in one. I was only angry because if she had moves like that, how did she get kidnapped in the first place? How did that Russian bastard get his hands on her at the reception? I had many questions and no answers. I also had a hard dick.
As Eunji pulled her knife back, I did something incredibly stupid.
As soon as my little lotus was distracted, I spun on my knees, grabbed her around the waist, and twisted her under me. She lay flat and dazed beneath me, her chest panting from the exertion of our exercise. I leaned my head down and tasted my little lotus. Finally, I sucked on her tongue while her scent tantalized my entire body. Mine.
Chapter 7
Eunji
The taste of Vito's tongue made me moan in the back of my throat. One minute, I was putting away my knife, and the next, he was on me. He flattened my small frame onto the ground and covered me completely. I could always tell how sex was going to be with a man by the way he kissed.
Vito kissed me like he owned me and not in the Romano,I'm your master,kind of way. I writhed against him. My wet heat brushed against his clothed erection. I should have worn panties.
At least then, he wouldn't feel how wet I was for him. He ground his cock against me, and it was so large, I gasped in his mouth. With my mouth opened to his, he took advantage. He swirled his tongue inside and started thrusting in tandem with his dick. He groaned deeply, a masculine sound that set me off, and I humped him without any shame.
Vito pulled back reluctantly. "Little lotus, you're killing me," he rasped against my throat. He was panting against me, our chests bumping with the rapid rise and fall of our breaths.
"Get off me, you big oaf." I pushed against his large frame, trying to rebuild the walls Vito had knocked down so quickly.
He looked down on me with confusion before he shook his head and moved off me. I scrambled off the floor and moved backward, away from temptation.
Vito looked like he was in a daze. His breathing was hard, and his eyes were dark like coal. I was fascinated. I leaned in, and his nostrils flared, almost like he was scenting my arousal. I leaned away from him again, and his flashing eyes told me he was fighting himself for control.
My pants were soaked. I stood up and continued to back slowly away from Vito like he was a feral animal. He kind of looked like one. When my back hit the door, across the room, I finally felt safe enough to turn on him and run from the room. I ran up the stairs, opening the doors until I found the bedroom my bag was in. I lay on the bed and replayed what happened between us. It shouldn't have happened, but tensions were high with the funerals happening, so it must have been Vito's confusion.
After this ceremony, we had to fly back to Philadelphia to bury Vito's parents. It couldn't be easy for him. I didn't want to add to his problems. The longer I spent with the mafia, the less I wanted to go home. The sense of family, even dysfunctional, was something I wasn't used to. My nipples were hard and aching. I rubbed them, trying to get them to go down. My body was on fire and it was all Vito Picone's fault.
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