Vows and Vendettas

Chapter 14

Dante

The moment Blair stepped out of the bathroom earlier, I knew exactly how tonight was going to end. I just hadn't expected for Blair to be just as enthusiastic this time. She was mouthy last time, and I swear she was even bolder tonight. She looked f*cking breathtaking in that emerald green dress of hers. Her hair had been pulled back just enough to keep it out of her face. It gave me the perfect view of her profile all evening, and I found it far more difficult to keep my inner thoughts to myself at dinner.

The second Salvatore decided to slip out for a bit, I wanted to kiss the man because, for the first time since I was a teenager, I was in pure damn agony. His figure had barely disappeared down the darkened hall before I pushed up from my chair. I tugged at the edges of my coat to keep the result of our little game under the table from being obvious to the rest of the diners.

“Coming?” I ask as I hold out my hand for her.

Blair's eyes drop to my outstretched hand while her cheeks turn scarlet at my words' double meaning. I was practically buzzing with anticipation until she slipped her hand into mine. Thank f*cking god. Because I am not sure I would be able to sit back down and actually make it through the rest of this charade much longer. I may have had another reason for encouraging her to keep her hand beneath the table, but that didn't diminish just how much I wanted the woman in front of me.

“What about Papa? Shouldn't we let him know we are leaving?”

Her eyes flicked in the direction that Salvatore went and then back to me. I chuckled while hauling her to her feet and grabbing the rest of her things. “Trust me, your father is going to be thankful we didn't prolong it more than necessary.”

I quickly guided Blair back through the restaurant while checking my phone discreetly. A text message that confirmed that everything was already in place for the rest of the evening was already sitting on the screen. It pays to have complacent help sometimes. I shoved the phone back into my pocket just as we pushed through the double doors and back out onto the casino floor. It was obnoxiously loud already, and it wasn't even that late yet. I let my hand fall to the swell of her ass as we crossed the threshold of the building. The cool night air greets us just as I spot Cass and Rocco are waiting across the street with the car.

A not-so-empty parking lot was filled with expensive cars and limousines all parked and waiting for their owners or occupants to return from their evening of gambling. I guide Blair across the street with one hand, making sure that we are both clearly visible to everyone within a fifty-foot radius of us. A few people stop and whisper when they see the two of us together. Killing two birds with one stone tonight.

Come morning, there will be no question of who Blair belongs to. She is Mine.

As we near the car, I catch a faint smile on Blair's face when she sees her former bodyguard, and it makes me want to kick him in the f*cking shins for causing such a reaction out of her. Even though I am the one she touched under the table at dinner. Rocco smiles at her in return— that is, until he catches sight of the scowl on my face, and he wisely wipes the look off his face. I jerk my chin in the opposite direction, and both men step away without a single word. When they are far enough away, I press Blair up against the side of the car, molding her body to mine as I kiss her.

Her surprised little gasp disappears against my mouth as I swallow the sound. She smells like vanilla and raspberries. For half a second she goes still before her hands fist in the front of my jacket, and she kisses me back with enough enthusiasm to make the last shred of my control fray. Her lips are soft and warm, and still carry the faint taste of her wine. I deepen the kiss, angling my head as I drag my mouth over hers again, slower this time, savoring the way she rises onto her toes to meet me.

I like her like this far more than when she mouths off about being f*cked better.

Her fingers curl tighter around my jacket, pulling me into her until there is no space left between the two of us. The small sound she makes against my mouth nearly destroys me on the spot. I wanted public, but not quite that public.

My hand finds the door handle of the SUV. I pull it open, and Blair finally tears her lips from mine with a breathless gasp. When she pulls back, I can see her lipstick is now smudged around the edges of her parted lips. She manages to maintain eye contact the entire time as she slips inside the SUV. Her hand reaches out, the neon lights from the casino signage illuminating her long fingers as they wrap around my tie, and she tugs me toward the open door.

I climb into the back seat after her, barely getting the door closed before Blair shifts across the leather and settles herself over my lap, facing me. The movement bunches the green fabric of her dress around her thighs, exposing the bottom globes of her ass. She flicks her loose hair over her shoulder as her hands grip my shoulders to steady herself, and our eyes lock. For a moment, neither of us says a word. We just stare at one other while our breaths mingle in the dark interior, the muted glow of the casino lights slipping through the tinted windows.

“I guess this means I win,” she whispers while leaning forward, running her hands along my shoulders.

Her lips brush against the base of my throat, and a groan rumbles from my chest as need shoots straight down my spine. My hands tighten around her waist, and I pull her closer, answering her challenge with a slow roll of my hips. She answers with a muffled hiss of her own, and the sound is like f*cking music to my ears.

“Mmm.” A grin tugs at my mouth at her response, and I can't help but to tease her playfully. “Al vincitore vanno i premi, moglie.” The winner gets the rewards, wife.

The seductive smile that spreads across her lips steals what little breath I have left. Her fingers fumble with the tiny buttons at the bottom of my shirt, freeing them one by one as she works her way upward. When the last button comes free, she pushes the fabric aside, exposing my chest and abdomen. She leans back, taking in every inch of my bare skin through her heated gaze while her tongue darts across her bottom lip hungrily.

What I wouldn't give to have those pretty red lips wrapped around my c*ck right now. Watching her bottom out on me until her eyes watered, and her mascara ran down her cheeks. My God, that would be a beautiful sight. I raise a hand and slip it behind her neck, threading my fingers through the strands of hair hanging loose around her shoulders. I grip her firmly and pull her back toward me until her lips are only a breath away from mine. Tonight isn't the night for that, but soon it will be.

“Understand one thing though.” I nuzzle my nose against her cheek. “This time there is no going back. You are my wife. I am your husband. This is real, all of it, and it's for a damn lifetime, so after tonight you better get used to the notion, because I intend to make you mine in every way imaginable.”

“We’ve already had s*x. Or did you forget?”

How on earth could she ever think that I would forget that? It has been permanently branded into my f*cking soul since. It's what I have used to get off in the shower ever since.

I tighten my hold until she hisses between her teeth. “That is one thing that I will never forget, wife.” I press my lips to the corner of her mouth. “So, are you going to take your spoils?”

Those blue eyes of hers bore into me as she warred with herself for several seconds before dropping. Her shoulders lowered slightly, and for a heartbeat I feared I might have seriously f*cked up by giving her an option. Because if she stops now, it ruins everything. But when she lifts her eyes to mine again, the heat and hunger that I see is the answer I had been hoping for.

Her mouth crashes into mine, and I growl while pulling her into my chest. The hand that had been threaded in her hair drops, finding the zipper at the back of her dress. I drag it slowly downward; the soft rasp of the metal teeth is barely audible beneath the sound of our breathing. As soon as the fabric gives, my hands run back over the contours of her smooth back.

Blair pulls my bottom lip between her teeth at the exact moment that I flick the clasp open behind her neck, and the top of her dress comes loose, falling forward. Blair shivers as she leans back and gives me a full view of her bare chest. Soft mounds with pink rosy n*****s that are already drawn into tight little pebbles as the cool night air kisses them.

Her dress is now bunched up around her waist from both ends. I run my hands along her hips and notice that something is missing. I raise a brow at the woman currently fighting to control her breathing in my lap. “Blair, are you not wearing underwear?”

A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she scoots back just enough that she can slip her nimble fingers into the waistband of my dress pants. She flicks open the button and drags the zipper down far slower than I would like. Her hand then reaches inside my boxers and wraps around me. She leans forward and whispers against my ear. “I didn’t want to have a panty line, husband.”

The words are barely a whisper, but they hit me like a f*cking punch to the chest, knocking all the air from my lungs. The entire time? I could have made use of that knowledge earlier in the restaurant. When she finally pulls my d**k free from my boxers, her breath hitches. Her confidence slips just a fraction as she stares at my hard c*ck in the palm of her hand. She didn't see how large I was the first time we had s*x, only felt it. I had taken her rough and hard that day, and I have no regrets about it, especially when she licks her lips in anticipation.

She works her hand up and down my length in slow, measured strokes that have me panting. She is doing this on purpose. Her own sweet form of torture for everything I've put her through up to this point. I could see it in the little curve of her mouth, the confidence in her eyes. She had spent the entire evening testing me.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Always so impatient, husband." The slow rhythm she established slows even more until my hips are thrusting into her hand on their own. "Hasn't anyone told you that patience is a virtue?"

She has no idea the level of resolve I have garnered over the years. But none of that helps me now, not with her. It's like every test and trial I have dealt with over the years doesn't equate when it comes to my wife. Every other person in my life learned quickly that patience was something I demanded from them. Blair had apparently decided it was something she could weaponize against me.I palm one of her breasts and watch as her head lolls to the side and a ragged breath comes from her throat when I pinch her n****e.

"Every minute that has passed since I was last inside you has eaten at every ounce of patience I had left." With my hands around her hips, I lift her until she is barely hovering over the tip. I bring her down slowly until all of me is inside her. She is f*cking soaked. I bite the inside of my cheek so hard that blood pools against my tongue as I fight to hold still for just a minute longer.

She shivers as her body slowly adjusts to my size.

“F*ckkkkk,” I groan, throwing my head back while trying to regulate my breaths. I need her to move soon, or I am going to f*cking c*m from just being inside her. I wanted to f*ck her hard. To spread her open and be able to watch every inch of my d**k disappear inside.

I couldn’t get the angle I needed in the back seat of this damn car, so all I could do was roll my hips into hers with enough force to get her to f*cking move before I lost it completely. Her p*ssy quivered, and her nails bit into my shoulders as Blair began moving, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm that has me seeing stars. Her t**s bounce, and I can't help but pull one into my mouth and roll the sensitive bud between my teeth.

“Dante,” she hisses my name as she bounces on my lap. Her breathing grows ragged as she chases that high. “More. Please.”

I could get addicted to hearing her say my name like that; throaty and needy for her release. And hearing her beg was going to be an addiction all on its own. Everything about my wife is intoxicating. If she wanted more, I would give her exactly what she asked for. The Queen gets what she wants.

I slip my hands beneath her ass to help guide her rhythm a little faster until the entire car is filled with the sounds of our groans and the scent of s*x.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan as I feel her p*ssy tighten around my d**k. She's close.

Through the windshield, I catch a glimpse of a familiar figure standing several feet away beneath a nearby streetlight. His hands are clenched at his sides, his jaw locked so tightly I can see the muscle jumping even from this distance. Anger and murder burning through the glass. Right on time.

Luca's eyes dropped to Blair before snapping back to mine. He takes a step forward. I almost smiled because I wished he would. The idea of rolling the window down so he can hear her moaning as she rides me is almost too tempting. His lips move as he mutters something. Blair's hand moves up, cupping the side of my jaw before turning it to face her. Her lips capture mine in a hungry kiss.

Luca's expression twists into something darker as his eyes narrow to slits.

I pump my hips into Blair faster and harder, making sure to give him a good show. Her body tenses as she arches her back, throwing her head back as she crashes over the edge and threatens to drag me along with her. Her chest heaves as she starts to come back down; she leans into my chest as I continue to f*ck her through every aftershock until she is clinging to me, her face buried in the crook of my neck so she doesn't see the glowering man watching us.

The base of my spine starts to tingle, and my restraint finally snaps. Closing my eyes, I groan and force myself to breathe through each wave of pleasure coursing through me as I fill my wife with my c*m. it takes me a moment to pull myself back together again and open my eyes, and when I do, I find Luca still.

He is pissed, that's for sure. But something about his lack of reaction doesn't sit right with me. I never thought that he wanted Blair because he loved her or anything like that. Though I am certain that was what he made her think and feel during their time together. But now, he isn't ranting and raving. Isn't trying to stop it. He isn't trying to get her attention in any way.