God, my face burns at the memory. At least I don’t need blush to add a little color to my face. Just the thought of me sitting back on Salvatore’s face is enough to make me redden from head to toe.
I can’t believe I let my guard down like that. I’ve never been intimate with anyone in any way, and I practically begged him to do it. Do I have no shame? What if he does have a wife, a girlfriend, and children? All the same questions come flooding back, but he told me to be patient. How long do I have to wait?
Everyone is staring at us as we make our way around the room. They greet Salvatore like he’s the one in charge of the place. Maybe he is. Some people, mostly women, he introduces me to, and some he doesn’t. He doesn’t give my name to some of them, and I can tell they’re the ones he doesn’t like. He is quiet with them, and his body is tense like he’s ready to protect me.
I’ve had a couple of glasses of champagne, and every time a food tray comes by, Salvatore makes a production of stopping them and making sure I get my fill. I’ve stayed quiet and watched from the distance. It’s been unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The whole thing feels like a movie.
Suddenly the tension in Salvatore’s back is like never before as a bald man approaches us.
“Perhaps this would a good time for you to use the ladies room,” Salvatore murmurs to me while keeping his eyes on the man.
“Okay,” I say, knowing this must be someone he doesn’t want me to know.
“It’s just over there on your left,” he says, pressing his hand to the small of my back to guide me in that direction.
But apparently, I’m not fast enough, because the bald man steps in front of me just before I can walk to it.
“Who do we have here, Sal?” the man leers as he looks down at me with muddy brown eyes. He’s only a little taller than me, but he looks strong. He’s got the appearance of a drug user that gets crazy strength after doing a line. He’s dressed in a suit, but it doesn’t look like he wears them often. I bet he’d be more comfortable in something dirty, but he’s attempting to be clean for a night.
Immediately Salvatore is pulling me behind him and going toe to toe with the bald guy.
“Didn’t think you were back in town, Creed. And I’m positive you didn’t get an invite to this.”
Creed sneers around the room and then looks back at Salvatore. “Not staying long. Just wanted to come by and see how you were. Pay my respects and all that bullshit.”
“Bullshit?” I hear someone say from behind us.
It’s then I turn and notice there are at least ten men around us and ready to protect Salvatore.
“Looks like Giovanni is still nipping at your heels. Careful, Sal. You stop too fast and he’ll end up in your ass,” Creed says.
“He’s got a great ass, though,” Giovanni says, and I snort.
I regret it immediately because everyone turns their attention to me.
“Pretty little thing,” Creed says, then licks his lips. “She suck a cock as good as your mom?”
A deafening roar breaks out, and everything happens so fast. People pile in, swinging and shouting, descending on us from every corner. It’s chaos, and I just try to get out of the way. With one sentence from Creed, the place is in utter panic and commotion.
I try not to get caught in the mass of bodies as I watch five people pull Salvatore off Creed. A set of hands grabs my upper arms, and I’m pulled off to the side, but I don’t know who it is because I can’t take my eyes off what’s happening. I just stand there and watch as Salvatore tries to kick his way back to Creed, I assume to finish him off.
“You’re a dead man!” Salvatore shouts, and that’s when I hear the snaps of the cameras.
Paparazzi are everywhere, catching all of this on camera.
“Fuck,” is mumbled from behind me, and it’s then I notice Giovanni was the one to get me out of the fight. “Get him out of here!” he shouts, and a bunch of guys in suits grab Creed.
The ones who have Salvatore are trying to calm him down, but it’s no use. He’s beyond talk right now, and he looks ready to murder everyone in the room.
Creed is laughing as blood drips down his nose, and he looks psychotic. He’s still laughing like a maniac as they carry him out of the ballroom, his voice echoing off the ceiling.
What the hell just happened in the last thirty seconds? It was like hell broke loose.
My chest aches as I watch Salvatore struggle to calm down. He’s fighting with the people trying to talk to him, and he looks ready to go after Creed.
Without thinking, I walk over to him and slip my hand into his. The feeling of his warm skin against mine, even as his pulse races, settles me. He flinches but then turns to look at me, his eyes softening at the sight of me beside him. The next thing I know, he’s wrapping both of his arms around me and drawing in a deep breath.
“You okay, angel?” I nod against his chest and I feel his chin rest on the top of my head. “Sorry about that. Long story.”
“That’s not much of an explanation,” I say, and I feel his chest move with laughter.
“Not here,” he whispers into my ear, and it’s then I realize we are still surrounded by people. “Gio,” he calls over my shoulder, and I turn to see Gio walk over to us. “Take care of this. I’m taking her home.”
“Nice to meet you, Thea,” Gio says. “I’ve heard absolutely nothing about you.”
He smile is easy and I can tell he’s one of the good guys.
“I can say the same about you,” I say, shrugging, and he laughs at that.
“Since Sal will never introduce us, you can call me Gio. I’m his baby brother, to all intents and purposes. Welcome to the family.”
He inclines his head to the both of us and walks away, but with the word family, all my questions from before are popping up.
“Not yet,” Salvatore whispers in my ear, and I growl at him in frustration. I hate how easily he can read my mind.
The limo is brought around faster than I thought possible, and the next thing I know I’m in the back of it and we’re out of there.
“What was that — ” I ask, but Salvatore cuts me off when his lips land on mine.
The kiss is deep, and his tongue demands entry without hesitation. I open and give him what he wants, sensing his heightened need. He’s desperate to have something from me, and I’m willing and eager to give him that. In this moment, all of my questions have left the limo, and there is only what I can do to comfort him.
It’s clear that Salvatore wants me, and I want him. I don’t know how the rest of this will turn out, but right now, I’m only going with what my body is telling me to do.
“Pull your dress up,” he says against my lips as his hands go to the top of my dress.
In one second my breasts are free and his mouth is moving down to them. I reach down and pull on the edge of my dress, bunching it up around my waist as he moves between my thighs. I don’t have any panties on from when he ripped them off me earlier, so I feel the cool air against my wet pussy.
His mouth closes over one of my nipples and he sucks it into his mouth. I cry out as my back arches off the seat and my hands go to his hair. I grip him tight as his mouth moves from one to the other, making my nipples sensitive from his attention. His hands squeeze them, then move down to my waist, spreading my thighs impossibly wider.
Then cool hair hits my wet nipples as his mouth covers my pussy. The feeling from earlier tonight is back as he sucks on my clit and slides two fingers into me. It’s sensation overload as I’m filled with him, and the sensitive bud is being tormented with pleasure.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I rock my hips against his mouth, wanting more. I never knew having someone kiss you there could feel so good, and I push against him harder as I start to beg.
“More, Salvatore. Don’t stop.”
“You think I could ever stop eating this little pussy of yours? Never, angel.”
He drinks me down like he’s been walkin
g in the desert and I’m the only thing that can quench his thirst. I hold his mouth tighter to me, and I cry out as I get closer and closer to the edge.
I jerk on his hair and his eyes snap up to mine. They stay locked on me as I ride his face and take what I want from his mouth.
“You’re going to get me off, then you’re going to tell me everything, Salvatore. If you want me, you better make sure I never walk in blind again.”
His teeth graze my clit and my head falls back against the seat. My climax hits me hard, and I shout his name inside the limo. My legs tremble and my body is weak, but he holds me tight. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me and I let go, allowing him to catch me.
He’s the devil that’s come to steal my soul, but he never expected me to hand it over.