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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I hesitated at the heavy oak door, my hand poised to knock. The low murmur of voices from inside made my stomach churn with uncertainty.

Was I overstepping?

We’d survived the reception, at least the official part, because Vince and the majority of the Salvini men had been in there for hours, and Marianna’s worried face when she told me he hadn’t eaten all day kept flashing through my mind.

I took a deep breath, straightened, then knocked softly.

I pressed my eyes closed and tried to calm my thundering heartbeat. I was just being a good hostess, making sure everyone was taken care of.

This whirlwind of a day had gone over reasonably well. Better than I’d expected, given the circumstances.

The ceremony itself had been intimate and beautiful, even if my heart had been racing the whole time. But it was the reception that had truly surprised me .

Every guest, from the gruff old capos to the younger up-and-comers in the organization, had been unfailingly polite. More than that, they’d been genuinely friendly. I’d been prepared for cold shoulders or thinly veiled hostility, but instead, I’d been met with warm smiles and congratulations that at least seemed sincere.

I thought back to the countless introductions, the way Vince had kept me close, whenever he could, his hand a constant reassuring presence at the small of my back.

And if Vince hadn’t been by my side, his brothers would have taken over. Matt, Hero, Dante, and even Dom had never been far away, their protective presence both comforting and slightly overwhelming.

The women, wives, and daughters of the Salvini men had welcomed me into their circle with an ease and warmth I hadn’t anticipated either. They’d shared stories, offered advice (some more welcome than others), and made me feel like I belonged to the family.

It was everything I didn’t expect from a mob wedding. And especially not from ours, given the circumstances.

Even my father, whom I’d expected would be a stormcloud over the entire affair, had managed to be cautious but civil. I caught him more than once in deep conversation with some of the older gentlemen, looking more at ease than I’d ever dreamed possible.

Either everyone was a better actor than I would’ve given them credit for, or my doom-mongering thoughts had set me up for a pleasant surprise.

As the day wore on, I found myself relaxing, letting go of some of the tension I’d been carrying. The smiles came easier, the laughter more genuine. For a few hours, I could almost forget the real reason for this hasty wedding.

“Come in.”

Vince’s deep voice reverberated through the door, and I came face to face with Dante, who pulled the door open.

The silence that greeted me was deafening since whatever conversations had been going on had abruptly stopped.

Dante stepped aside, and the weight of a dozen pairs of eyes on me froze me to the spot.

Most of the men I’d met earlier sat around a long table, their faces a mix of curiosity and annoyance at the interruption.

I stepped into the room and immediately focused on Vince.

He sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable. The dim lighting cast shadows across his face, making it impossible for me to gauge his reaction. Was he angry at the interruption? Or was he happy to see me?

I really couldn’t tell, and it made my heart race. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” I said, my voice sounding small in the big room. I cleared my throat and squared my shoulders. “But it’s late, and you haven’t eaten all day, Vince. I thought maybe you’d like something…”

I trailed off, suddenly feeling foolish. These men were discussing serious business, and here I was, playing the concerned wife.

Shit.

The silence stretched on, becoming more uncomfortable by the second.

I fidgeted with the hem of my blouse. I’d changed out of the antique wedding dress earlier, since I didn’t want to wear it out in case Isa or Mira wanted to wear it for their own wedding.

Vince’s eyes followed the movement, and he narrowed his brows.

Was he annoyed because of the interruption? Had I made a terrible mistake? I took a step back, ready to apologize, when he suddenly stood.

“Everybody out.”

More than one head snapped in his direction.

I stood there, frozen, as Vince’s words echoed through the room. My cheeks burned hot with embarrassment as the men exchanged knowing looks and grins.

“Gentlemen, I can’t thank you enough for your support,” Vince said, his voice smooth and confident. “I promise to begin the transition immediately and lead the Salvini Organization into a prosperous and powerful future.” He paused, his eyes finding mine across the room.

My heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his gaze.

“However,” he continued, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, “tonight is my wedding night. And my priority right now is the happiness of my wife.”

The room erupted in a chorus of chuckles and suggestive comments.

I wanted to sink into the floor. These men, many of whom I’d just met hours ago, were now imagining… I couldn’t even finish the thought; instead, I covered the flush creeping up my neck.

As they stood up, gathering their things, I caught snippets of their conversations .

“Lucky bastard,” one muttered.

“She’s a firecracker, that one,” another commented, throwing a wink my way.

I ducked my head, unable to meet their eyes, and could feel my face becoming uncomfortably hot.

Vince rounded the table, then settled right next to me.

I looked up at him, and he grinned at me. Wait, was he gloating at my reaction? I narrowed my eyes and glared at him.

He winked, then turned to the men as they filed out one by one. He shook hands, patted shoulders, and accepted their congratulations with easy grace.

While I was over here, dying of embarrassment.

Not fair.

As the last one, Dante, lingered by the door, he gave me a sympathetic look before he turned to Vince. “Don’t forget to eat something, brother. I’m sure you’ll need your strength.”

I groaned, and he gave me a wink, then smirked at Vince before he closed the door behind him.

“Your brother is a menace,” I said. It was easier to focus on something other than my embarrassment.

When Vince remained silent, I looked up at him.

He looked at me as if I was a piece of tiramisu…if tiramisu was his favorite dessert and he was indeed starving.

A thrill of anticipation ran down my spine as Vince crossed the room, grabbed my waist, lifted me into his arms, effortlessly, as if I was light as a feather, and spun around .

I squealed in surprise, wrapped my arms around his neck instinctively, and tensed. His scent engulfed me—a heady mix of cologne and pure male. “What are you doing?” I stammered.

He closed the distance between us and the table in a few strides, then set me down with a gentleness that was completely at odds with the intensity of his gaze.

“Taking care of what’s mine,” he said simply, a devilish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He leaned over and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, taking his time.

“Vince!” I said while trying to stop him, but he ignored me and pushed my hands away.

His eyes were on the skin he’d uncovered as if it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. He was silent, entirely focused on the task at hand.

“Why did you change out of your wedding dress?” he murmured finally, his voice husky.

I blinked up at him. “What?”

“Your dress,” he said again, pulling my discarded blouse from my body. “Why aren’t you wearing it anymore?”

“I…” I hesitated, uncertain of how to answer him. “I thought…it belongs to the family, and if Iset or Mira wanted to wear it at their wedding?—”

“Iset?” His hand hovered in the air as he suddenly stared at me with narrowed eyes.

“Isa,” I said and tried to downplay my suddenly racing pulse.

“Why would you call her Iset?” he asked and slung his hand around my neck, his thumb directly on my thundering pulse point.

Fuck.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, then shrugged nonchalantly. “No reason. I usually call her Isa, but I don’t know why I called her Iset just now.”

He lowered his brows even more. “Are you nervous? Or is your pulse just racing because you’re excited I’m about to take you right here on this table?”

I raised a single eyebrow. “Maybe my pulse is racing because you embarrassed me in front of all of your men; ever thought of that?”

He moved his hand and cupped my chin. “Punk, you don’t know what I’ve got in store for you. Being embarrassed because of this? Wait until I fuck you in front of a room full of people.”

My eyes widened in shock at his words, and I sucked in air.

The intensity in his gaze told me he was serious even as a hint of amusement tugged at the corners of his lips.

“You wouldn’t.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

His fingers trailed down my jaw, his touch electrifying against my skin. “I wouldn’t?” he asked, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. “Are you sure?”

I swallowed hard and shook my head. Though I couldn’t deny the spark of excitement that shot through me at the idea, something inside of me recoiled at it. “No,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just don’t…”

“…Think this is something that turns you on?” he murmured while he pressed his lips against the side of my throat. “Go od,” he growled, grabbed my ass, and pulled me forward until I was flush against him and his hard dick pressed against my core, the heat of him seeping through our clothes.

“I don’t think I want anyone ever looking at you naked,” he said, then hesitated. “Maybe Dom. We’re quite a good team. And he’s mostly playing for the other team anyway.” He leaned away and stared into my eyes. “Ever dreamed of having a threesome, Punk?” he said, his voice deep and husky.

My core quickened. A threesome…with two men? The thought alone was forbidden and utterly electrifying.

He chuckled, then pulled me flush against him again. “I see that’s a different topic.” He opened the zipper on the back of my skirt agonizingly slowly while he leaned in and captured my lips with his own.

The kiss was possessive and commanding, leaving no room for doubt about how much he desired me.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

He responded by deepening the kiss and drawing me closer to him. He pushed my skirt up, then brushed his fingertips along the exposed skin of my ass, sending waves of desire crashing over me. Without ever breaking off the kiss.

His touch was relentless, intoxicating. His lips still locked onto mine as he grabbed my waist and lifted me off the table effortlessly.

He made sure I was on solid footing before he spun me around so I faced away from him. He got rid of my blouse, then my bra from behind. Then, with his hand on my spine, he pushed me forward .

I put my hands on the table, but he bent me forward until I was on my elbows. The cool wood against my warmed skin sent a thrill coursing through me even as my mind whirred with wild thoughts of what was to come.

He stepped back, pulled my skirt and string down, and made me step out of both.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured before his lips met my left ass cheek and he took a bite, then sucked.

Holy fucking God.

“Now open your legs for me,” he said, then followed the crack of my ass with his finger from top to bottom. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

He dipped his finger into my pussy before he stood, kissing my spine along the way. “Such a beauty, my wife.”

He moved his finger to my clit, then back again. Dipped it into my wet core once more, before he moved it back towards my ass, but this time, it was slick and wet. “Such a beautiful, little virgin ass.”

My heart pounded in my chest as he slowly, so torturously slowly, spread the wetness over my hole. He circled it gently, then pressed the tip of his finger in.

A gasp tore from my throat at the unexpected intrusion.

“Relax,” he murmured into my ear. His other hand slid around my front. He found my clit again and circled it while he eased his wet finger around my tight hole. “This will feel amazing if you just relax and let go. Do you trust me, Little One?”

His voice ran a chill down my spine as he dipped his finger inside again and sent sparks of pleasure jolting through me. I sighed .

“Do you trust me?” he asked again.

I gasped when he pushed his finger farther in, causing a mixture of surprise and pleasure to rip through me. “Yes.”

He chuckled darkly at my response, his breath hot against my bare skin. “Like that, do you?” he murmured in my ear, his voice laced with sensual promise.

“I…yes,” I stammered. It was overwhelming, the intensity of what he was doing…how it made me feel. A part of me wanted to resist, but the pleasure was too great to ignore.

“Shhh,” he soothed as if sensing my dilemma, “I can’t wait to fuck you in the ass, Little One.”

I hissed as a sharp spear of desire shot through me.

“But for now, my finger is all you get,” he said. He pulled his hand and finger from my clit, and I immediately missed the touch.

He opened his belt, then the button and zipper of his dress pants while he left the finger of his right hand in my hole the whole time.

Finally, he pushed his searing-hot, hard cock against my opening. He thrust inside, impossibly deep. “Look how beautiful you take me,” he growled, then pushed his finger in and out of my hole in tandem with his cock in my pussy.

And as if that wasn’t enough stimulation, he covered my clit with his left hand again.

“I’ve got you right where I want you,” he murmured into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers skittering down my spine. “Imagine how amazing you’ll feel with two cocks filling your holes. ”

He thrust his finger deeper into my ass, then, when he pulled his finger out, tilted his hips and forced his whole length inside of me, burying himself to the tilt.

I gasped, and my pussy and ass twitched simultaneously.

And then he took my clit between his fingers and squeezed.

“Oh!” I moaned, my back arching instinctively. The combination of his hand on my clit and the sensation of both his finger and cock inside me was driving me there at record speed.

“That’s it,” he growled in my ear, his voice low and thick with lust. “Come for me, Little One.”

A bolt of electric pleasure shot through me.

He moved his finger in my ass slowly but pounded his cock into my pussy with a relentless rhythm.

I was drowning, struggling to keep my head above the waves of pleasure that threatened to pull me under.

With every thrust, with every squeeze of his fingers, I was coming a little bit more undone. My body quivered on the brink of ecstasy, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation.

“Vince…” I barely managed to gasp out his name.

He grunted in response. His thrusts became more urgent, and he matched the rhythm with the finger in my ass. He teased my clit relentlessly, and each flick sent electrifying jolts through my body.

The tension within me kept building, a familiar knot tightening in my belly.

“You’re there,” he purred against my neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin. “Now let go,” he ordered in a low growl. “Come for me. ”

His words sent me spiraling over the edge. A scream ripped from my throat as my orgasm washed over me, wave after powerful wave.

And with a final, powerful thrust, he came right along.