Sinful Vows: The Mafia's Unholy Union

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Chapter 7

Guilia

What was I doing? Why was I pretending?

It was crazy that I shied away from him knowing that I badly wanted this to happen between us. I acted like a saint whereas I had been unable to stop myself from having lewd dreams of him on my wedding morning. My father would never allow me to get married to Vladimir and he was yet to prove his love to me, but who cared about all those things when we could have fun and move on with our lives the next day?

I’d tried to act tough and nonchalant, but it was hard to ignore those subtle gleams of hurt that he intended to hide behind his smile. So I did the only thing I knew I could to salvage the situation. He was already halfway through the living room by the time I opened the door and I was only clad in my towel, but it didn't matter anymore.

Fuck, I wanted him to take it off.

“Can you come in so we can talk?”

He spun around without hesitating. “If I come in right now, we are going to do more than talking,”

“I don’t mind, Vladimir,” I replied. The hunger in my voice was prominent.

A spark shone in his eyes as he made his way toward me.

“Not another word from you, peaches. Just f*****g kiss me.”

Without giving his demand a second thought, I jumped on him, straddling his waist while my bare p***y grinded against his shorts.

“s**t!” He only had a brief moment to exclaim before his lips crashed onto mine.

A deep moan of satisfaction tore out from my lips as he led us into our room for the night and placed me on top of the drawer. My arms circled around his neck and I parted my lips, arching my neck to give him better access. His hot, talented tongue explored mine and I followed his lead, reveling at the powerful chemistry that we still shared.

His hands went down my body in an expert speedy motion and in no time my towel was sliding down my chest and hanging around my waist. He broke the kiss, training a dazed gaze on me.

“You’re so beautiful, Mia Cara.”

A smile grew on my lips. “I thought you were Russian, how did you get to know how to speak Italian so well?”

He smirked. “You’ll be amazed at how much knowledge of your language I’ve amassed all the while we’ve been apart.”

I leaned closer and my lips grazed his mouth. “I thought you said we wouldn’t be talking?”

“I didn’t forget, baby, I'm only trying to restrain myself from being rough with you,” He admitted.

“What if rough is what I want?” I must have lost my mind for asking him to go anything but easy on me, but I’d missed him a great deal, and knowing that this might be the last intimate moment we might ever share, I wanted it to be memorable for me, for us.

“Guilia,” His gruff baritone voice sent chills of pleasure down my spine.

“Do you know what I dreamt of on my wedding morning?” I asked in a low, seductive whisper.

He stared at me intently, but I didn’t miss the glints of desire that burned in his eyes so I continued. “You were f*****g me like a slut while I screamed your name. Don’t you want that to happen right now?”

His eyes darkened as he cursed under his breath, the reins he had over his desires slowly slipping away.

“I want you to know something. If I claim you tonight, I’ll make sure you never get married to Alessio, no matter what it would cost me and the Famiglia.” He pointed out.

I had no answer to that so I shut him up with another intense kiss and then he swept me off the drawer and we both landed on the bed. His lips ravished my face, his hands seizing my boobs that had long been craving for his touch. I didn’t hold back my moans and I prayed that our host wouldn’t mind the noise.

My fingers trailed along his shoulder blade and then the tattoo on his chest. He groaned, spurring on my curiosity and erotic fantasies. “I missed this so much,” I confessed.

“I missed you too. Like crazy.” He murmured back in a strained voice.

“Then don’t hold back.” I urged him.

He didn’t respond, instead, he tore the towel off my body and spread my legs. His fingers brushed my slick folds and then he bent, his hot breath fanning my hot entrance.

“I like how wet you are for me. Has any man ever made you this wet after we broke up?” He asked, his thumb stroking on my engorged c**t.

“No one has… I… I don’t think anyone can,” My body shivered without control.

“Better, and no one should because I f*****g own you,” He growled possessively, taking a swipe at my libia.

A tear slid down my cheek as I gave a nod. He was right. Even if I ended up getting married to Alessio, only Vladimir could wield this level of power over my body. That was why my several attempts to connect with other men back in Paris were futile because they weren’t him.

“This is torture, Vladimir.” I sighed, tremors shooting up and down my spine.

His tongue did a three-sixty around my c**t and stars burst behind my eyelids. If he kept up with this, I’d have an orgasm before he got to eat me up properly.

He scoffed and grabbed my ass, turning me over so I was sitting on his face. “Don’t come yet, I need you to ride me like a slut,” He demanded and my arousal tripled.

I leaned against the headboard while grinding my p***y over his face. His lips on me were hot, experienced, yet perfect. I didn’t know how much I missed him until tonight. Maybe getting kidnapped was a blessing. If not, I’d have been with my husband right now, acting as a dutiful wife to someone who would probably be thinking of banging another man’s ass.

That aside, being on top of him in this unhinged manner made me feel so much in control. Since I was born, I’d never been in charge of running my life. It was always about fulfilling duties, attending social engagements, going on endless shopping sprees to get outfits that I was never interested in wearing.

I’d never for once wished for dominance, but the fact that I was riding him while he face-f****d me threw me into another level of high.

His hands reached for my sensitive n*****s, pinching them gently with his thumbs and forefingers, my body aching with intense need that traveled fast to my core.

His tongue found its way into my p***y and he rolled it in, licking every part of my core. My body tightened with pleasure as I shut my eyes. And then he pulled out his tongue and continued to suck me like I was a piece of his favorite candy that he never wanted to finish.

When he noticed that I’d begun to shiver again, he slowed down and spanked my ass so hard it hurt. At this point, I wanted nothing more than a release as the pain from his spanks combined with the pleasure he drew out from me.

“Vladimir… please, I’m so close,” I cried.

He ignored me and I ran my c**t over his nose, wanting more than he was giving me. Soon his hands were all over me: my ass, my waist, my boobs and even my navel all felt the heat from his touch. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I was close to exploding so I bounced on his face hungrily as his strokes on my c**t heightened and my breathing came out in quick pumps.

A loud scream billowed from my mouth when his palms returned to my breasts and he fondled them with reckless abandon. If I was close to releasing earlier, then this only brought my orgasm nearer, driving me to the edge. And with one last swipe on my nub, I came apart, jerking erratically until the last ripples of pleasure eroded.

I wanted more, but suddenly I had to think about my virtue and how to contact my father tomorrow to come get me out of here. If I allowed Vladimir to claim me like he wanted then he’d make good on his promise and I didn’t want to be the reason for a war between both gangs.

“Two years later and you still taste like my favorite fruit,” He remarked with a grin, pulling me closer for a snuggle that I would most certainly enjoy.

“Is that a compliment?” I yawned after.

“Anyhow you think of it, but it gladdens my heart that you are mine again and no matter what I won’t watch another man be a husband to you and a father to our son,”

I’d been with Vladimir long enough to know that he rarely bluffed. Sadly, this wasn’t just about our desires, but ensuring peace in Chicago and giving my son a stable home, a place where he wouldn't fight to belong.

My back was facing him and when I turned around his eyes were already closed. All I needed was to hear his light snores to show that he was fast asleep and I would set my plan of running away into motion.