Page 21 of The Sicilian Heir
Vito shook his head clear and swiftly turned around. He went right back into attack mode. I finally had enough. I stopped being defensive and went on the offense. I threw my sharp elbow into his sternum and popped him in the nose.
Vito wildly swung and tried to grab me from behind, in a bear hug. I dropped my weight and threw him off balance. I took advantage and swept his feet from under him, delivering a brutal rabbit punch to his side. Once. Twice. Three times, knocking the wind from his lungs. Vito lay crumpled on the ground, wheezing.
"Holy fuck," Luciano called from the peanut gallery. He bounded over to us and hopped into the ring to double check on Vito. Luciano hoisted Vito up over his shoulder and shot me a sadistic grin.
I shivered from the violence that flashed in his eyes. He was the kind of guy who would choke you out pleasantly. I'm not talking in bed, either. I had no doubts that he could kill a man with his bare hands and go back to his day like nothing had ever happened.
I headed up to my bedroom and hopped in the shower. I was a sweaty mess. I remembered when my dad decided to put me in training. He wanted a boy, but since he got stuck with me and I was my parents' only child, he figured why not put me in classes. I spent a lot of time at the dojo. I had no friends. If I wasn't studying, I was learning different fighting styles.
Every night when I got finished at the dojo, my father would force me to show him all the moves I had learned that night. He would make me go over it, again and again, until I collapsed onto the ground. Then, when I was absolutely exhausted, he would punish me for not having enough stamina. Most nights, I didn't get enough sleep. My teachers complained when I fell asleep in their classes and I'd get punished at home. It was a never-ending cycle.
The water in the shower turned cold and I stepped out, shivering. I dried off quickly. As soon as I entered the room, I felt someone else there. I looked toward the door, to see Vito hanging in the open doorway.
"Are you okay?" I hesitated, getting closer to him.
His gaze was unreadable. He was just watching me intently. "Other than my pride being bruised, yeah, I'm okay." He sauntered into the room and kicked the door closed.
"W-what are you doing?" I stammered.
"C'mere."
He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me down to the bed. The towel fell off my body and I was flush against his clothed body, my naked skin pebbled with goosebumps. My wet hair was dripping on the sheets.
Vito groaned and rubbed himself on me.
"I thought you were mad," I gasped, feeling his cock against my slit.
"No, that was hot as fuck. You knocked the wind out of me, and I didn't even see it coming." He ground his erection against me.
I squirmed in his hold, but I didn't have the advantage and couldn't break it. I wasn't sure if I wanted to. Vito trailed light kisses down my neck. I pulled away from him just to get pulled back even harder.
"Where did you learn to fight like that?" he asked, taking my mind off the erotic humping we were doing.
"My father forced me to go to the dojo. It wasn't until my teenage years that I finally succumbed and became obsessed with learning different fighting styles." I moaned as his fingers trailed lightly down my body, stopping just at the top of my pubic bone.
"Why didn't you want to learn?" He kept up with his inquisition while distracting me with his talented fingers.
"I wanted to be a girly girl, do things with my mom that she would love, but Dad wanted a boy." I arched my hips, chasing his slender fingers. I wanted them inside me. I wanted him to touch deep inside me. I was so lost in his touch, I didn't realize he had his lips pressed to my neck until he bit down hard, drawing out a yelp from me. He soothed the spot with his tongue. Then he bit down again. This time I didn't yell. He soothed me again with his tongue. His fingers flew to my opening and he caressed me open. I was leaking for him. There was an ache inside and a fire brewing I knew he could quench.
Instead of finger fucking me like I thought he was going to, he leaned back into the pillows and snuggled deeper into my body. His hand cupped my mound, and his body went still. I wiggled against his hold, but his arms just tightened around me. His soft breath blew over my head and I realized he was asleep.
Here I was, aching, practically begging for him to give me some relief and the bastard went and fell asleep on me. I was going to make him pay dearly for leaving me hanging. Never in my life had I been left panting after someone like a cat in heat. He did this to me.
I lay next to him, trying not to squirm too much. My mind drifted off. I shouldn't want to be here with him. There was so much going on. The Russians were trying to make moves on this syndicate. If I were smart, I would want to get as far away from these people as possible.
It wasn't like Vito had made me any promises. He never stated that he wanted me beyond sex. He was a cold one, but every man liked to get his dick wet. For all I knew, he was just trying to hook up with me because I was available. Or even worse, he wanted me because I had been trained to accept anything and everything.
Romano broke me down in a few short days. He tore me apart inside and out. I thought I was broken. By the time Rosalina showed up on the estate, I was a shell of who I once was.
I may have beaten Vito in the ring, but when push came to shove, I was the one who ended up being beaten. I let some fat fuck kidnap, beat, and rape me. I didn't try to defend myself. I didn't even try to save the other girls. It was a terrifying experience. One I wouldn't want to repeat.
So, while Vito's praise warmed my heart, I also hardened myself against him. I closed myself off because I didn't want to give him the opening he needed to break me. I would never be that woman again. I would defend myself and other people around me. I would fight back.
If there was one thing these training sessions had taught me, it was that I was still that woman, a strong, powerful woman who took no shit from any man. Now that I knew what she looked like, what shefeltlike, I should be able to use her strength. I should be able to be her in any circumstance. I was her. She was me.
Together, we were strong. We were in control. We were powerful. We were important. No man would take that from me. No man would manipulate me again. No man would use me again. If Vito thought I would be his willing sex slave, he had another think coming. I was not that woman. Never again.
Chapter 13
