“What are you gonna do?” she rasped, as if she could see it in my eyes, what I really wanted to do.
My fingers slid on her throat and down to her chest, close enough to feel her racing heartbeat banging against my palm, as if I was holding it in my grip. Then I nuzzled her neck and grazed the soft flesh with my teeth, my hard cock poking her stomach. “You know what happens to naughty girls like you?”
She quivered even though she tried to appear strong. “What, you’re gonna punish me?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Go ahead. It’s not like I can’t take a spanking.”
I shook my head, rubbing my nose against her skin, unable to have enough of her smell. “A spanking? For running away, disgracing your family, disgracing me? No, little kitten. Naughty girls like you get fucked in the ass.”
“You son of a bitch, if you even think about laying a fucking hand—”
I cupped her pussy, locking my gaze on her widened one. “You’ll what?” I rubbed two fingers over her pants slowly up and down. Her teeth clenched, and her whole body trembled. “You think you can fucking stop me if I decide to be inside you?” But I wouldn’t. Not just yet. We had a long journey ahead of us. I couldn’t ruin all the fun. We were only just beginning.
“Then why wouldn’t you? Go ahead. It’s not like I haven’t been raped before.”
“Rape?” I chuckled, dampness covering my fingers. She must be soaking her panties under myunwantedtouch. “Trust me, little kitten, I’ll never have to rape you because you’ll be begging for my cock before you know it.”
CHAPTER 23
Domenico
All the way back to the mansion, Tino and I flanked Nicky, squeezing her between the two of us in the backseat of his car. I couldn’t trust her near any of the doors. She was crazy and desperate enough to run away from Tino. I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to throw herself out of the car. If I’d had cuffs or rope I’d have tied her, too.
Tino had had a weird expression since he opened the duffle bag, haunted by demons of his own. He didn’t say anything, though, not to me or her. That face didn’t go away either when we returned, but what was even more morbid was his wife’s face when she saw her sister. It didn’t need a genius to know she wasn’t in the dark on Nicky’s escape plan.
This family was something, but who was I to judge? I’d seen worse in my own. At least, the sisters were two outsider little girls. They weren’t raised like us. No one taught them about honor, respect or loyalty, the blood we shed in the name of them. And they had their whole lives ahead of them to learn. In my family, the traitors were blood, born and raised della famiglia, made men and supposedly loyal wives, mothers, fathers…uncles…
Tino opened the duffle bag in his office and stared at his wife. “Did you know about this?” His voice came from a dark place I knew too well.
“No. She knew nothing,” Nicky answered for her, fear dripping from her tone. “If you’re looking for someone to punish, punish me. Leave my sister out of it.”
His eyes rolled toward Nicky in a menacing stare. “I wasn’t talking to you. Shut up until you get your turn to speak.” His stare returned on his wife. “Angel?”
Signora Bellomo stepped next to Nicky and held her hand. “Absolutely. Actually, it was all my idea.”
“Lina, no!” Nicky yelled.
“Why not? It’s the truth. I don’t lie to my husband.”
That sounded genuine. Looked like getting cuffed to a bed taught her something after all. She didn’t even sound scared, as if knowing if she told the truth, everything would be okay. It was like she trusted her husband despite what he really was. That was something to hold on to.
Could Nicky and I ever reach that level of trust? Could we be a real family that didn’t betray or use each other?
“Jesus fuck. Don’t believe her,” Nicky said. “She’s just trying to save my ass.”
“That’s not true. I prepared that duffle bag myself and gave it to Nicky, convincing her to…elope.”
Elope? What the fuck was Signora Bellomo talking about? I cocked a brow and then chuckled. For a second there, I was fooled by her brave honesty act, but she was just full of shit like her sister.
Tino’s eyes tightened, a wolf sizing up his prey. “Elope?”
“Yes,” his wife confirmed, and then she glanced at me. “You didn’t tell him?”
“Tell him what? This is the first time I’m hearing this.”
Nicky exchange a puzzled glance with her, as if she was saying the same thing. Signora Bellomo didn’t seem to be fazed by it. She kept her eyes steady on me. “What do you mean this is the first time you heard about this? Didn’t you get her text? She texted you right in front of me before she left.”