Page 22 of The Sicilian Heir
Vito
Months passed with nothing on the Russian front. I hadn't heard from Luciano in a long while. Maybe he had gone to ground. Eunji and I were stronger than ever.
We saw Rose and Nick back to New York and have been barely coming up for air now that I could have her wherever and whenever I wanted. She was still having flashbacks and nightmares, keeping herself from all the men in the compound. Not that I was complaining. I preferred her to be far away from any man who'd want to take her away from me.
Since there was nothing to do but oversee the businesses, I kept to the compound. My younger brother Agosto oversaw the large casino we owned in downtown Philadelphia and the other in King of Prussia. It kept him in and out of the compound.
I tried to keep his hands busy because he was the epitome of the saying 'idle hands are the devil's playground'. I headed into the kitchen to see if there was a snack the chef might have left out for me just in time to see Eunji's plump ass in the air, digging in one of the bottom cabinets. I stifled a groan and unbuckled my belt. I dropped it to the floor with a clank and she jumped so quickly, she bumped her head.
"Ah, shit," she yelped.
I couldn't help but laugh a little at her pain. She rubbed her head and pouted at me. "It isn't funny, Vito; you scared the piss out of me."
"I think you meant to call me sir," I corrected.
She blushed hotly and ignored my eyes. Well, that wouldn't do, not at all. I backed her up into the counter. If she was going to sass me, then I was going to punish her. Her eyes flashed with excitement. Over time, she grew to love all the punishments I'd dished out to her. I bent her over and smacked her all over her breasts, ass, and pussy. I made sure there was no predictable pattern.
Some, I softly hit, and the others, I sharply hit. Not knowing what was happening next, Eunji whimpered and squirmed away as much as she could. I couldn't take any more of her luscious body trying to escape me.
I freed my cock and slid home. I groaned into her hair, loving the hitch in her breath when I bottomed out inside her tight cunt. I held her up against the counter as I rode her hard. Her nails were digging into the counter trying to dig in. I grabbed her hands and wrapped them around my neck so she wouldn't hurt herself.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she cried.
I was glad I texted my second to clear everyone and keep them away from the kitchen. No one got to hear my little lotus' pleasure but me.
"You're mine, all mine. I'll fuck you whenever and wherever I fucking want. This belongs to me. No one else. Say it," I commanded her.
"I'm yours. All yours. There's no one else," she panted, her chest heaving with exertion.
My balls tightened up into my body, and I slapped her clit because no way was I coming without her. Her screech of pain and the constant clench on my dick told me she was coming, and I could let go.
I grabbed her shoulders and slammed her hard on me as deep as I could go and let my orgasm wash over me. I shouted out how perfect she was and then collapsed on the floor, watching my legs shake from the sheer magnitude of my pleasure, which meant I was able to watch my cum roll out of her tight pussy and down her thigh. I had the most ridiculous urge to scoop it up and shove my fingers in there so my seed would take root.
What was this woman doing to me? Eunji was breathing heavily on the counter. I must have worn her out. I had my pants around my ankles still and couldn't feel my legs. I could hear the echo of my late father's voice in my head.
"Pathetic." My father was sitting behind his desk, glaring at me.
I was just shy of thirteen and became a made man with mi famiglia.
"No son of mine is going to keep himself pure until marriage," he sneered.
I was being read the riot act in his office because of something that had happened the night before. Father had a late meeting with some of the men in the outfit and I was forced to attend. This meeting was at one of the new strip joints my father had opened in west Philadelphia.
There were women running around with barely any clothes on. Some had pasties on, others had tassels matching their thongs. All of them were servicing the men at the meeting.
There were two women on stage, dancing and touching each other. The rest of the staff served drinks and lap dances. One of my uncles was finger banging a woman in clear view of everyone.
I turned my head away to the left to see another uncle with his dick stuck down another woman's throat. There were soldiers having sex in various corners of the building.
Everywhere I looked, someone was involved in some kind of sexual act. There were drugs out on the table. I was disgusted. My skin crawled and I tried not to lock eyes with anyone. Was this what being in the famiglia was all about?
My father sauntered up to me, drink in his hand and coke sprinkled on his nose. "Take a fancy to any of these girls, my boy?"
I shook my head no. These weren't girls. They were full grown women. There was no way I wanted anything to do with them. Girls were still gross to me.
"I think I should save it for my marriage, right?"
I had heard my younger sister Rosalina talk about how she needed to save herself for marriage. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I knew father would.
