Page 28 of The Don's Prisoner

“Oh, God!”

I ate her like she was my last meal. She tasted so good, I never wanted to stop. She writhed beneath my mouth, but I didn’t let up. I continued to lick that sweet little nub, and when I decided that I needed to feel her from the inside too, I placed a finger in her entrance. She bucked against my face, and I pushed my finger deeper inside. She moaned my name over and over like a prayer until finally her legs stiffened, locking my head between them. She reached down, put her hand on the back of my head, and ground her pussy into my face, taking from me the orgasm that had been building. She came on my face, and I lapped up her juices feeling like I had won a trophy—the happiest man alive in that moment.

When she calmed, she let go of my head and I stood up, grinning at her, my face wet.

“Wow, just… wow,” she panted. Another car roared past, rocking her car. She slid off the hood and straightened herself out. I adjusted my cock in my pants and watched her tuck her breast away, but I knew she still wasn’t wearing a bra. My cock jerked, and I took a deep breath.

“That was good?”

“That was…” She looked up at me and shook her head. “That might just be the best I’ve ever had, and I’m not even trying to fluff your ego. You found all the spots. All of them, and you… You have a hell of a talent, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” I snickered and she rolled her eyes.

“Great, now your head is going to be so big you won’t be able to get back in your car.”

“Oh, trust me, my head was already plenty big,” I gripped my dick and adjusted it, trying to tell it that it needed to calm down. I was not going to get off, not then. If I did, I would want to fuck her, and it was neither the time nor the place.

Patience, little dude. Well, not so little, little dude.

“You are five. Seriously,” she huffed, but there was no venom in it this time.

“Yes, well, not only did this five-year-old come to your rescue tonight and change your flat tire, but he also got you off on the hood of your car. Try forgetting that any time soon,” I said and wiggled my eyebrows at her. She burst out laughing, which made me laugh as well.

“Alright, darling, I think it’s time we both headed home. Before we do something we regret.”

“I have a hard time believing I would regret doing anything with you,” she said honestly, no joking tone in her voice at all. “But I understand what you mean. I have to work in the morning anyway. Thank you for saving me. Seriously, you are a knight in shining armor that I never expected.”

I waved the last sentiment away with a hand.

“Oh, darling, I’m not a knight. I’m a villain. I just so happen to have a vested interest in your well-being is all,” I said and hugged her to me, not wanting to let her go yet. I kissed the top of her head and rubbed my hands up and down her shoulders. “But it’s no problem. I would much rather come out here in the middle of the night to make sure you are safe. I can’t have the mother of my future children getting run over or something worse while trying to change a tire that wasn’t put on properly.”

“You are not a villain,” she shook her head. “And you aren't exactly a bunny rabbit either, but you aren’t as nasty as I thought you were. Have a good night, Gio. Text me when you get home. So I know you made it there okay.”

“I will if you will,” I told her and she smiled, pulling away from me to walk back around to the driver’s side. She slid into her car, and I waited until she had driven away before heading back to my own car, collecting the tools we had forgotten to put back into her car. The bad tire would just have to stay there because there was no way it was going to fit in the trunk of my Lambo. I made a mental note to make sure she had a new replacement put back in her car as soon as possible.

Wait, was I actually starting to take care of another human being? What was wrong with me?

She was making me soft around the edges, at least when it came to her. Clearly, I could still kill without blinking an eye, still liked looking at other women, and still did my own thing when I wanted to, but now I just had a few guidelines set out for myself. That wasn’t so bad.

Maybe being married to Victoria wouldn’t be so bad.

Chapter nine

Victoria

I was crazy. Bat-shit insane because that was the only reason I would be fantasizing about the man who had blackmailed me into agreeing to marry him.

It had been three days since Gio had helped me out with my tire, and I couldn’t get him out of my head. His hands, his tongue, the way he kissed, the way he smelled. Everything about his body on mine seemed right.

But his actual personality ran hot and cold on me.

“You are coming to dinner with me tonight. So, clear your schedule,” he repeated for a third time that day. The first time he said it, I laughed because normal people just didn’t order me around like that. It was absurd to think that cavemen like that actually existed. The second time he said it, I stayed silent, letting my anger build. Because no one talked to me that way. The third time, I bit my lower lip, wondering if I could throttle him through the phone.

“As I already told you, Gio, I have plans,” I said through gritted teeth, clutching my phone in my hand. Luckily, I was working from home that day, trying to get the sketches for the Fall line in order, so my seamstress could start working on the samples. So, that meant at least I wasn’t having this inane conversation with Gio at work where everyone in the showroom could see me. I hated when my employees saw me upset. It was bad for morale and bad for business. And our clients certainly didn’t want to hear a couple fighting over the phone while they were there trying to pick out the most important dress of their lives. “I have important matters to address for the rest of the night. Why don’t you reschedule?”

He sighed heavily, and I could tell he was just as aggravated as I was. Not that I cared. This was his deal, not mine. I was the one being bossed around and interrupted.

“I can’t reschedule. Nonna set the dinner, not me. I’m supposed to get there tonight with you on my arm, and you are supposed to charm the pants off of my family and convince them you actually want to marry me. Because Nonna feels like I’m making it up, which is why you need to come tonight,” he growled, and I rolled my eyes as I paced my living room.

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