Page 25 of The Sicilian Heir
I gasped and tasted the metallic of the blood on my lips. "Y-you can't," I denied.
"I'm the Don. I can do whatever the fuck I want." He ripped my panties off and put me under the hot spray of the shower.
For the second time today, I was washing bodily fluids off my person. Unfortunately, these weren't of the sexy variety. While I did that, Vito stripped and got in behind me. I didn't know what his intentions were, until suddenly I did. I felt my asshole stretch as he pushed a plug inside.
"You'll be wearing that until I say differently," he commanded.
I gulped because it didn't seem like that was all he was going to do to me. I relaxed in his arms and pushed out so it would pop in. It burned a lot. The longer it sat, the more it burned. I gasped in horror and Vito chuckled.
"Ginger root, little lotus, will teach you to stay out of my affairs." I started to protest, but he wouldn't hear it.
"You could've been hurt, or worse, killed. You have no regard for your own safety. Therefore, I will take it upon myself to take care of that for you."
I gasped through the pain. Vito washed my body and my hair three times. He helped me hold my eyeballs open under the spray so I could make sure I got all the blood out. I wasn't sure if I was crying because of the stinging in my eyes or my asshole.
"I'm sorry—" I started to plead, but Vito put his hand over my mouth and bent me over.
My fingers tried to find purchase on the shower tiles. The scraping chipped my nails, but I was distracted by Vito's cock slamming inside me. My forehead bumped the shower wall and the ginger root pushed deeper inside my ass, causing a concerning reaction. I was gushing from pleasure yet writhing back against Vito from the pain. I felt my orgasm creeping up my spine. I was moaning into Vito's hand, ready to fly, and then I wasn't. Vito spurted inside me with a deep groan.
"Fuck yes, little lotus."
Tears dripped down my face in confusion. "W-wait, what?" I was shaking on my feet.
I turned around to question Vito more and caught the smirk on his face. The bastard had done it on purpose. "You didn't come?" His innocent question was layered with sarcasm.
"You know damn well I didn't come," I confronted him right away.
He just shrugged his big shoulders and stepped out of the shower stall. My ass burned, my pussy clenched on nothing, and my temper was rising.
"I told you not to eavesdrop, little lotus, and yet you ended up with a dead man on top of you. You got what you deserved." He turned his back on me and left me trembling, dripping wet.
I didn't know he was still so angry. Two seconds later, he stormed back into the bathroom, his face unreadable. He bent me over the counter, and I couldn't help the happy fluttering happening in my vaginal canal. But, no, he gently made me push out the ginger root and then swept out of the bathroom as quickly as he had swept in.
By the time I had gathered my thoughts and dried off in the bathroom, Vito was nowhere in sight. I hastily got dressed and searched the compound for him. I couldn't find him at all. I looked high and low. The only conclusion I could come to was that he decided he needed to leave. Was being around me so horrible that he had no choice but to leave? I felt tears gather in my eyes. A knock at the front door distracted me. I was in the living room when a well-dressed man stepped in with a satchel.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Myers, and I'm here to grab some blood work from you." He didn't look like he was a part of the bratva, but I still looked at him suspiciously.
He sighed like the weight of the world was on his shoulders and whipped out his cell phone. He dialed and had a quick conversation in what I could only assume was Sicilian. It was a guttural language. Not as much as Russian was, but enough that I would have a definite accent if I tried to speak it. I already had enough of an accent. Doctor Myers handed me the phone.
"Hello," I said, suspicion coating my tone.
"Little lotus," Vito's voice soothed me immediately. "We have to check your blood, and this is one of the family doctors. Just do what he tells you if it makes medical sense. If it doesn't make any sense, call me."
While I was happy that he was explaining everything to me, he was being gruff and if I was honest, a tad cold. After everything we'd shared, I thought he'd be gentler with me, but I guess I was just a toy after all. I hung up on Vito without saying anything else. Doctor Myers looked at me with awe on his face. Sure, I gave no fucks.
"So, I will be checking your blood for the next two weeks," he told me as he put his gloves on.
"Why so long?" I was genuinely confused.
"Well, in normal circumstances, we'd wait fourteen days after exposure and take your blood, but Mr. Picone was adamant he wouldn't let you be sick. So, we are checking for everything. Do you have birth control?" Doctor Myers went on to explain a situation I thought was spiraling slowly out of control.
"I-I do not need it." I glared at the doctor.
"It's best we give you a form of birth control." He looked me straight in the eyes like he was trying to tell me something important.
"Why?"
Chapter 15
