Page 65 of The Agreement

~ Chapter 50 ~

Val moaned as she reached her hands down to run through Vinny’s hair, tugging on the strands as he kissed his way over her legs and straight to her center. How the hell she was wet for him again after they had another three rounds the night before was a mystery to her. But she was and his tongue was tasting everything she had to offer. Had someone told her she would be an insatiable lover with her husband, she would have laughed. Not at the thought of having sex, but of being in the need constantly. Or maybe it was just Vinny that did that to her.

“Vinny,” she whimpered as she felt his tongue slide into her and her legs feel open even more. She looked down at him as he looked up at her and she saw the devil playing there.

“What?” he asked as his tongue moved to her clit. He rolled his tongue around it before he pulled it into his mouth and her hips jerked up. He chuckled as he slipped two fingers into her and curled them upwards.

“Oh fucking hell,” she moaned, tugging on his hair even more.

“Let me taste you,” he told her, his fingers moving faster. “I want to have that taste lingering all day on my tongue and I want to remember the smell.” His words undid her and she came, rubbing her hips against his fingers and tongue, not even caring how wanton this would make her seem. He had created this and now he had to deal with it. And once she started rolling off that high, he kissed back up her body and rested over her, his eyes dark with passion. “You have no idea, bella, how amazing you taste to me. If you let me, I really think I could eat you out for hours.” She turned her head into his arm and blushed, causing him to chuckle. “Don’t be shy, it’s a good thing. As my wife, I should always want you.”

“Yes, you should and I aim to make sure you never leave my bed, Giovanni.” His smile faded and he looked at her seriously.

“Valentina, I’m serious, I don’t think you have a God damn thing to worry about in that department.” She smiled all the more at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, ready for another round but her cell phone going off with Luciana’s ring tone told her that her plans were not going to happen. “We had a day planned to hang with them, you know.”

“The day after our wedding when we should be in bed, naked, doing all kinds of naughty things?” He laughed as he pulled back to allow her to sit up. She grumbled as she picked up the phone, “what?” she mumbled.

“You just had round after round of sex and you’re grumpy?” Luciana asked.

“I’m grumpy because I’m being forced to leave my bed, with my sexy ass husband who has a tattoo on his fucking hip that needs my lips on it right now.”

“Oh fuck, TMI Val, nope don’t need to know that.” Luciana paused and let out a breath. “Okay, what kind of tattoo is it?” Val busted out laughing and finally got out of bed, Vinny slapping her ass as she walked by on her way to the bathroom.

“Not sharing. What did you want, Luc?”

“To make sure you were up, Val. That you two had made it out of bed long enough to grace us with your presence. You know, hang a bit with the friends who brought your sorry ass to Vegas.” Val rolled her eyes at that.

“Whatever. Are you funding my casino spending too?”

“Bitch please; you got a husband for that now. My duties of taking care of you are done.” The ladies shared a laugh and Val said they’d be down in 30 minutes and not to bug them again.

“That’s enough time for a quickie,” Vinny said, coming up behind her in the shower and pushing her against the wall. She let out a yelp in surprise but sure didn’t stop him.

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50 minutes later, they walked down to the lobby, hand in hand, and Luciana lifted an eyebrow. She made it a point at looking at her phone before looking back at them. “30 minutes my ass,” she told them. “I can see what you were doing, there are enough marks on your neck to let us know the path he took, Val.” Val’s cheeks flamed up and she slapped her best friend on the arm. So, yeah, there was quite a bit of proof to explain what they did, but she sure didn’t mind. And by the expression on Vinny’s face, he didn’t mind either.

“Can we please just go? What are we hitting first?” Val asked, looking at Frankie and Enzo.

“Do you want to gamble some?” Enzo asked and Val smirked. She was always up to play some rounds of 21. No one needed to know how good she was at it either.

“Yeah, let’s hit Caesar’s. If we don’t want to gamble, we can always shop. They have some killer stores,” Luciana said and the group followed her out and down to the waiting car. A few minutes later they were pulling up to the VIP entrance and Val looked around before glancing at Vinny and Enzo. She knew that her father had very few contacts out here, but she didn’t know about these two. Enzo smiled at her before walking on and Vinny placed his hand on her back.

“Don’t worry. We have no bad connections here.”

“Yeah, what I didn’t think about, was my dad,” she told him and he kissed the side of her head.

“Don’t worry, Val. You’re mine now, mine to protect, mine to watch over. So just because your dad may know people doesn’t mean anything will happen to you. Your last name changed, remember that. And in this world of ours, news travels fast, regardless of how well kept it is.” Val let out a breath after that and nodded. He was right, she knew that. She was no longer her father’s daughter, she was Vinny’s wife and it was his empire she needed to worry about, his family, not hers.

They strolled through the lobby, confident in who they were but she wasn’t. Her mind couldn't stop racing and she wasn’t sure why. Sure, she trusted Vinny, that wasn’t even it. But she did know there was a boss out here that didn’t care for her dad too much because of something that her dad scored. It wasn’t Val’s business to know the particulars, of course, and the only reason she knew anything was that she overheard her dad talking to Joey about it when Joey wanted to come to Vegas. She frowned a little more and the hand that was resting on her back moved to her hip and squeezed a little.

"Don’t worry,bella, I'm serious."

"There’s a Boss here that isn’t on friendly terms with dad if he saw me...."

"Stop. I know that. However, the same man is a friend of my dad’s, so therefore mine. I told you,bella, don’t worry. Have some fun. We have to leave tomorrow evening because I have a meeting I need to be at with my dad the next morning." She smiled up at him and nodded. He was right, she knew this, and she needed to let it go. "Want to join me at the tables? Roulette or 21?"

"I'm pretty good at 21; remember numbers are my thing." He eyed her for a second before pulling her close and whispering in her ear.

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