Tony wraps an arm around my bare midriff, planting a kiss on my neck that makes my core heat up. “It’s remote controlled and there are various settings.”
His other arm snakes around my waist with the tiny remote. There’s a clicking noise and then the egg in my hand vibrates violently. His thumb rolls over the wheel and the shaking increases in intensity.
“Shit.”
It nearly tumbles out of my palm, and he turns it off. A strange thrill runs through my body at the thought of wearing this thing to our engagement party¸ where the boss of the Cravotta family will be.
Then I feel slightly ill. I stare into his happy face, unable to believe what I’m hearing.
“You’re insane. I can’t fucking do this.”
“Yes, you can.”
“Johnny will be there, for fuck’s sake! You really want me to do this in front of your boss?”
His wolfish grin sends chills down my spine, and then he spreads his hands over my naked stomach and I shudder as heat burns my skin.
“Especially him, yes.”
I gape at him through the mirror. Why the fuck would he want to disrespect his boss like that? “Why?”
“Because it turns me on, baby. I like the idea of you getting wet and frustrated in front of all these guys, who’ll have no idea what’s going on.”
My skin prickles with desire as he runs his hands over me, his coarse cheek slightly brushing mine as his words hiss over my ear, making my heart pound.
I don’t know how I feel about it—I’m embarrassed, that’s for sure, and a little bewildered.
Who knew he’d be such a kinky freak?
“Where the hell is this coming from?”
Strong hands curl around my shoulders and turn me around so that I’m facing him. A flush fills my cheeks and chest as he gives me that gorgeous, panty-melting smile. He takes the egg from my hands and his lips bump against mine. My body weakens as his tongue strokes my lips, and I open my mouth for him. At the same time, I feel his callused fingers reaching down between my legs. I widen my stance and he rubs the vibrator over my clit.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about you, and all the things I could get you to do for me—”
“Basically, you’re an asshole.”
He grins at me. “Don’t pretend you don’t fucking love it.”
A small moan escapes my lips when he plants another hot kiss over my mouth.
“Listen, baby. I want you. I want you in ways that you’re not always going to love, but you’ll do them anyway—for me.”
It’s hard to think when his fingers slip between my swollen lips, curling upward as the vibrator hums over my clit.
“I want you begging me to fuck you by the end of the night.”
A shudder runs through my body as he pushes the egg inside me. It slides in with little resistance as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. He pulls back, smirking.
I’m dimly aware that I should be putting up more of a fight. He’s hot and all, but am I willing to humiliate myself like this for him? At the same time, I feel dirty for the excitement that shoots into my chest.
It’s so fucking wrong.
“Should we test it?”
Without waiting for a response, he clicks a button and the cool metal suddenly vibrates inside me. The vibrating egg sends electrical spasms into my clit. Pleasure spikes into my core, and it gradually throbs with a growing ache.
Holy shit.
I breathe deeply as he laughs and wrap my arms around his back. “Tony—shit—this is too much!”
“It’s on the lowest setting, sweetheart. Is that too much for you?”
He thumbs the wheel and the vibrator increases speed like a hummingbird’s wings. It’s as though his tongue is sliding up and down my clit, and I think about the long, hard cock between his legs, and how maddening it is that it’s not inside me. Right. Fucking. Now.
“Tony!”
He chuckles and turns the vibrator off, but my legs still tremble as though weakened by it. I kiss his chest and grab a mouthful of his irresistible muscle and bite down slightly. He laughs and kisses my head.
“Fuck me.”
“I control your body, even when I’m not by your side…even when we’re in public.”
My face burns as he reaches down and cups my wetness, sliding a hard finger over my clit. Then he pulls back and spanks my ass and a ripple of anger runs through me.
“Now get ready.”
A smirk flashes at me through the mirror before he stalks out of the bathroom, leaving me there with a throbbing ache pulsing between my legs.
This is so fucking crazy.
Really, it is. I’m getting married to a man a barely know, a bad boy who had a crisis of conscience over deceiving his mother. Oh, and he’s into humiliating me in front of his buddies because that apparently gets him off.
The eyeliner trembles in my hand as I imagine Rafael bursting into the restaurant with a gun. He must know by now, and it kills me that I don’t have access to his texts anymore. He’s probably murderous with rage and Tony will be at the top of his list when he finds out another guy “knocked me up.”
Tony tells me not to worry about it, but how can I do that? My sister has my new phone number, and her scathing texts hint that she’s found out about it, too.
Vince stopped by. He’s looking for Rafael. He told me that you’re getting engaged to some French guy in Montreal and that you’re pregnant??? What the hell is going on? BTW, Thanks a lot for the invitation to your engagement party.
Sighing, I clench my fingers around the phone. I can’t deal with my pissed-off family right now. No, I didn’t tell her anything about the engagement, or my so-called predicament. I know that it’s rude. We’re Italian. Refusing to invite your family to your engagement party might as well be a capital crime.
I just don’t want any of them there. It’s going to be bad enough as it is, surrounded by strangers with a fucking vibrator shoved inside me.
Jesus.
How did I get from running from my ex to shoving a vibrator up my pussy for a man I hardly know?
A ripple of excitement runs through my body at the idea of a hot pulse of pleasure running between my legs the whole time I’m supposed to be meeting Cravotta family associates. I must have done hundreds of these events with my dad, and he would’ve busted a nut if I tried anything like this in front of his people. I choke out laughter, seizing the sink for support as I think about doing this in front of these big, scary Mafiosi. It makes me wonder why Tony would do this. Why risk his reputation just to get off?
I catch a glimpse of him shrugging on his dress shirt over his tattooed chest, a slight frown on his face. Before we met his mother, I would have thought that he was just another dead-eyed, empty shell. Beautiful to look at, but hollow inside. It’s a struggle to get a reaction from him. I tell him about my psychotic ex, and he shrugs as though it’s hardly worth thinking about. He’s unflappable.
Tony hangs in the doorway, his hair slicked back, his face freshly shaven and still moist. He looks appetizing in his black suit, the red shirt and tie making him look like a modern manifestation of the devil. His narrowed eyes radiate heat as they drop down my neck and over my curves.
He slips a casual hand into his jacket pocket and suddenly a jolt rips through my pussy. A smile spreads over his handsome face.
“Perfect.”
* * *
One of the few advantages of being a woman is being able to be turned-on without anybody ever realizing it. There were so many times that I sat in high school class and fantasized about the algebra teacher bending me over his desk and fucking me hard, or sometimes I’d be trapped in an elevator with a hottie and I’d bask in his presence, imagining his mouth over mine. I’d stew in silence and feel my panties growing wet, and no one would know.
It was safe to fantasize.
It was even fun.
Tony’s taken that away. He ripped the security blanket from my shoulders when he shoved that vibrat
or up my pussy, which is all I can think about even as I shake hands with Tony’s associates with my slightly damp one.
Fucking asshole.
It hums inside me as I walk around Le Zinc, the restaurant Tony brought me to celebrate our engagement. He keeps a firm hand around my waist as we float from person to person.
It’s a beautiful restaurant, and the live jazz band gives the place a moody, intimate feeling. I expect to see people making out—I expect to see them fucking in that darkened corner by the bathrooms—
Jesus. I’m horny as hell.
“I was wondering: Is it hard being close to me?” He slides his arm around my waist with deliberate slowness. “I can just imagine how wet your panties must be right now.”
I look up and down his body, my eyes lingering right below his belt. Naked—I want him naked. I want my legs wrapped around him and that fucking irritating smile. He’s just so goddamn delectable in that suit, and the vibrator keeps reminding me just how much I need him.
There’s no way to get off, and people are everywhere. Tony’s family and friends. People I’ve never met before. I should be getting to know people. Instead, I’m obsessed with getting to know the intimate details of Tony’s cock.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Your pussy must be aching. Tell me, does every wave through your pussy remind you of how nice my cock feels inside you?” Tony’s voice rumbles deliciously in my ear and I turn into his arms, my hands and face scorching hot. His quiet laughter sends a ripple of rage through me.
Fucking asshole.
“Turn it the fuck off.”
The violent buzzing between my legs is maddening. I’m seconds away from ripping off his clothes, and he gives me a brief, chaste kiss that only adds fuel to the blazing fire.
“Not a chance. Seeing you all worked up like this is way too fun.” He takes my arms, slides his hands up, and he might as well be running them up my legs. He turns his head. “Hey, Johnny.”
Johnny? Oh fuck.
The slick Montreal boss suddenly materializes out of thin air to give Tony a swift hug and a kiss on both cheeks. A sick sensation swoops around my stomach as Tony casually slips a hand in his jacket and the vibrations magnify a hundredfold.
“Congratulations, Tony, petit criss.”
Oh God. I’m next.
I don’t even care about the fact that the last time I saw this man, he threw me out of his restaurant and denied me help. He turns to me, beaming as Tony grins behind him, indifferent to the fact that I’m seconds away from coming.
The boss extends a hand as my stomach tenses so hard that it’s impossible to inhale.
Please don’t come. Please don’t.
My legs tighten as I try to still the fucking vibrator sending pleasure throughout my body, but it’s cruel. It’s like a knife into my flesh. I can’t stop it. It can’t help but build up, and up, and up.
I let out a gasp and wrap my arms around Johnny as my pussy clenches hard over the device. Tony bites his fist as he watches me come with his boss’s arms wrapped around me.
“Sorry,” I gasp. “I’m just—a bit—overwhelmed.”
Johnny’s stunned face lightens somewhat. He’s not the kind of guy you touch without permission. My body trembles with the explosion, the aftershocks still singeing my nerves. Pleasure and relief flood my limbs, but the device hums against my clit, ramping the desire up again. I bite my lip hard. Tony lowers the speed, and I’m able to breathe.
“You all right, hon? You look a little—red.”
Oh really? Is my face red? Hmm, I guess it has to do with the fucking VIBRATOR up my twat right now.
Just the thought of what I must look makes me shoot daggers at Tony.
Tony lets out a laugh that quickly becomes a cough. “Yeah, uh—she’s worried about her ex showing up, that’s all.”
My ex? Oh yeah. Him.
Funny how a little toy can make you forget about violent exes.
My heart jumps when Johnny frowns at us.
“Yeah, well. I need to talk to you about that. He might show up.”
“What?”
My hand seizes Tony’s arm as dizzying shocks pound through my heart.
“You never gave me the paternity test, so now the asshole is claiming that the baby is his.”
No.
The vibrator shuts off and Tony’s strong, protective arm curls around my waist. I feel him bristling.
“It’s Tony’s. It’s not his!”
Johnny turns his head with a humorless smile. “Can you prove that?”
No, I can’t, because there is no baby.
The bottom drops out of my stomach.
“John, I looked it up and you can’t do a test like that until seven or eight months.”
“We went to the doctor. He said I was a couple weeks pregnant. It fits. We only just met—”
“It could easily be Rafael’s, sweetheart. Frankly, the man has a right to know if the child is his, and he has a right to be in that child’s life—”
“I don’t want him in my baby’s life!” My voice rises to a shout and Tony squeezes my hip in warning.
Johnny’s hardened face stares me down. “He has a right if he’s the father.”
Tony’s jaw makes a tic as he looks back at Johnny, fuming. “John, I don’t want that asshole at my engagement party. If he’s showing up, we’re leaving.”
Disappointment steams off Johnny’s face. I can tell that he doesn’t approve, but he can’t force us to accept a fucking audience from my ex at my own party.
“Fine. I’ll let them know to bar him from the restaurant.” His eyes slide to mine. “Sooner or later, you’re going to have to face him.”
He walks off, leaving me trembling in Tony’s arms. The horror of it all buries me, until breathing feels painful. I never anticipated all this shit, but of course we should have. We were so stupid.
“Tony.”
Suddenly his hand is viselike around my arm. “Elena, get behind me.”
“There you are, you fucking cunt!”
A vicious voice fills my veins with toxin, and Tony throws an arm in front of me, shoving me back as Rafael lunges forward. Looking furious, Johnny seizes the back of his collar and yanks him.
“I fucking told you to be civil,” he hisses into his ear before giving him a sharp slap across the face.
Rafael’s head rips to the side. His eyes lift to John, and I’m surprised at the threat simmering inside them. “She’s carrying my kid, John.”
“That remains to be seen.”
“If there fucking even is a kid at all,” he snarls.
I open my mouth in fury, but Tony gets there first.
“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?”
A cruel grin stretches Rafael’s mouth as he appraises Tony, who is a much larger man. Unfortunately Tony doesn’t seem to intimidate Rafael.
“So you’re the asshole fucking my girl?”
Tony smiles. “She’s not your girl.”
“Oh, I beg to differ.”
“You lost the right to call her that the moment you laid a hand on her.”
His face contorts with rage. “She’s mine and everything that belongs to her, belongs to me!”
“You whine like a little bitch,” Tony snaps, finally releasing some of his anger. “She doesn’t want you. She wants me.”
“Get over here!” he screams at me.
“If I see you anywhere near my fiancée, I’ll cut your fucking balls off and shove them up your ass.”
For a moment Rafael just stands there, quietly burning as the things he thought he had slipped from his grasp without him even realizing. I watch him suffer with a cruel sort of satisfaction pounding against my ribs. He won’t win. Not this time. First he lost me. Now his pride is gone, too.
“You’re a dead man.”
“All right, that’s enough,” Johnny shouts. He motions with his head, and two men grab Rafael’s arms, dragging him out of the restaurant.
Rafael snaps the moment they touch his arms. His voice raises to the ceiling as he screams at the top of his lungs. People glance around in their seats. Flecks of spittle fly from his mouth.
“YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU BETTER—”
I disappear from Tony’s side and run through the restaurant, ignoring everyone’s sympathetic looks as I disappear into the bathroom. My chest swells and I check every stall first, confirming that I’m alone. Then I let myself curl into a ball.
Only this once.
My back slides against the wall and I try to cover my mouth to stifle the horribly loud and embarrassing sounds. My insides feel like caving in because I’m so humiliated. Tony’s mother must have seen the whole thing—and all the other wives, too. There’s also the fact that we completely overlooked that Rafael might be crazy enough to claim the baby was his.
I stand up, shaking in anger as I stare into the mirror over the sink, tears blurring my vision. I want to smash that weak, pathetic thing. Who the fuck is she? She isn’t Jack Vittorio’s daughter. She’s just a scared little girl, too weak to handle her own problems.
The door rattles. “Elena?”
He opens the door before I can tell him to leave and steps inside, locking it behind him.
I look at his cool, indifferent face for a while. “What the hell are we doing, Tony?”
The bathroom echoes with his sharp footsteps, which make me flinch. He stops in front of me and my skin prickles as he brushes his fingers over my bare neck.
“What do you mean?”
“We can’t possibly—we’re fucked! There’s no way we can keep up with these lies.”
“Sure we can. We’ll pay off those technicians to fake some tests for us.”
He sounds so sure. So confident.
“Then what happens in a few months when I’m supposed to be showing and I’m not?”
He shrugs and laughs at me, as though I’m making a big deal out of nothing. “So we fucking say you miscarried it. It’s no one’s fucking business. As for Joe Jerk-off, well, he’ll have to back off once we’re married.”
I don’t know.
His lips descend over mine and I seize his neck, leaning into him as his mouth devour me. At the same time, I hear a sound that reminds me of fabric—
BZZZZT.
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