Page 33 of The Sicilian Heir
The scent of blood permeated the air and Vito's aura was drenched in violence. For a moment, a brief moment, I shivered in fear. There was a wildness in Vito's eyes that scared me. He took one look at me and squeezed his eyes shut. He blew out a deep breath and shuddered. By the time he reopened his eyes, they were calmer. "I'm sorry, little lotus," he murmured and caressed my cheek.
The soothing touch calmed my panicking heart. I knew Vito wouldn't hurt me, but I still had issues I needed to heal from. I sank into his touch and allowed myself to relax. This was Vito. We were, well, I wasn't sure what we were, but he sure had put a claim on me, a claim that made my heart flutter. Vito pressed me up against the wall gently. One hand cupped my bottom while the other pinched my nipple. I dropped my head back with a thump and let out a loud moan. He took my clothes off slowly. This felt different than anything we had shared. I was feeling nervous.
"Fuck me, sir," I demanded.
Vito smacked my ass three times.
"You aren't in charge, now are you?"
He rubbed his large hand over my stinging bottom. He had given me worse, but the first sting was always the best. It sent tingles straight to my clitoris. It set the butterflies in my stomach off.
Vito carried me to the couch in the living room that no one used. This compound was so large, but so empty. I couldn't imagine growing up in it. He laid me down gently and his eyes looked into mine deeply. Whatever he was searching for, he must've found it because he continued his ministrations. If I thought we were going to continue our kinky play, I was so wrong. Vito touched every part of my body. Slowly, gently, he worshipped me. I felt shaken to my core. My legs were trembling, just like my heart. Tears pricked my eyes. What was this?
"Sh, don't cry. I just want to take care of you," he rasped.
Just like that, the floodgates had opened. I wasn't sobbing, but I couldn't stop the fountain that was now my eyes. Vito seemed to understand. He bent his head and kissed me. It wasn't violent. It wasn't hard. It was passionate. Soft. Sweet. The exact opposite of all the things Vito had shown me.
"I-I…" I stammered. I couldn't even form a coherent thought.
"I fucking love you, Eunji." Vito looked deeply in my eyes and thrust inside of me.
My insides quivered. My heart trembled. My eyes leaked some more. When had this happened? When had I allowed myself to fall in love with this man? A mafia man who had ties to the people who had brought me here. I kicked myself at the thought. It wasn't Vito's fault. It wasn't even really Rose or Nick's fault. Bad people did bad shit, and I needed to get over that fact. I was here. I was alive, and I wasn't broken. The clarity I felt was deeper than Vito's cock.
"I love you too, Vito," I whispered. My voice cracked from the magnitude of my feelings.
He let out a sigh of relief. "I was worried there for a second, little lotus." He thrust deeply inside me and I clenched down in response.
His answering groan made me moan loudly. As he kept up his leisurely pace, our eyes never looked away from each other. This felt like more than love. It felt like everything I ever wanted.
"Vito, please," I begged.
There was no sir here. It was just us. No kinky fuckery. Just Vittorio and Eunji. Together. Vito never sped up. He ignored my pleas. He kissed me as my cries made me hoarse. We exploded together in a passionate ball of fire that I hoped would never fizzle out.
"That was—" Vito started.
"Amazing," I finished.
He nodded his agreement. He was tucked behind me on the small sofa, running his hands over the scars on my stomach that Romano had left.
I felt whole, newer than I ever had before. It wasn't the man, but the fact that he helped me find who I was. I found Eunji. I was bad ass. I had a potty mouth. I would cut anyone who tried to hurt me. Torture didn't make me sick to my stomach if that person was trying to harm me.
"I love your smile," Vito whispered against my mouth.
I giggled. I was ready for round two and opened my mouth to tell Vito that when an alarm went off. We sat up and Vito vaulted behind the couch, gathering our clothes.
"Eunji, get dressed," he commanded.
My hands were shaking as I tried to hastily put my clothes on. "What's going on?" I cried.
Vito was barking orders into his phone.
"Vito!" I yelled over the siren as it grew louder.
"Get to the safe room," he yelled over his shoulder as he ran from the room.
Confused, I stood in the middle of the living room. "What safe room?" I asked the empty entrance that had housed Vito's body just seconds prior.
I hustled up the stairs as quickly as possible. If there was a safe room, I was sure it would be in Vito's office. I flung open the door to his office and started searching as quickly as possible. I wasn't sure who was attacking the compound, but I had a fairly good idea. I pulled books off the bookshelves. I couldn't find anything that looked like it was a safe room.
