Another nod as well as a twinkle in her eyes gave me pause. She was a damn good actress, but this was only the beginning.
Exhaling, I pushed her dress further up her stomach, leaning over and peppering her heated skin with kisses and licks, moving down ever so slowly. When I reached her pussy again, I winked. “You’re free to come.” I licked her almost brutally, dragging my tongue all the way up and down, shoving the tip inside. Thrusting two then three fingers inside, I kept my rhythm even, plunging over and over again.
Her body tensed as her toes pointed and only seconds later, her hips began to rock back and forth as she came, juice trickling into my mouth. Her agonized yet muffled cries were like sweet music.
The taste of her was like no other. I opened my mouth wide, taking every drop. My vision was foggy, my heart beating rapidly and as she climaxed in wave after wave, cream spilling down my throat. I kept my grip firm until her body stopped shaking, finally easing her legs down until they dangled off the island. “You are magnificent, Caroline.”
She had the audacity to look away, closing her eyes.
Huffing, I counted to ten, controlling my anger. Using a single finger, I pressed the tip into her cheek, forcing her head forward. Then I removed the panties from her mouth. “Do you feel alive?”
“Yes.” The answer was laced with rebellion, a test of will.
“Do you feel sated, even hungry for more?”
“Maybe.”
I leaned further over her, gripping her chin. “Do you know you belong to me?”
A blip of a hesitation.
“Yes…” This time, her answer was in the form of a nasty hiss.
Disgusted, I backed away, pitching the spoon across the room. Her only reaction was a single blink. I turned abruptly, unsure if I was angry with her or with myself for letting my guard down. “You will learn to obey and follow the rules of this house. I don’t want your life to be miserable, Caroline, but I will not tolerate your attitude. If you continue to act like a child, you will be treated like one. This is my house and I deserve respect. Something for you to keep in mind before continuing your holier than thou attitude. Bruno will show you to your room. While I’m not locking you in, you will need to stay there. I will come for you when it’s time.” I’d taken only two steps when I heard the melodic tone of her voice.
“If you don’t want me miserable, Dominick, I suggest you give me something useful to do like bringing my paints and canvases here. Trust me, I will then stay completely out of your way and be a very good little girl.”
I took a deep breath, holding it in while I debated. “Very well. That can be arranged.”
“And another thing. Respect isn’t owed to anyone, including you. Respect is only earned and that takes time. Master. Dominick.”
She thought she was drawing a line in the sand.
I took my time, taking several deep breaths.
“We are going out tomorrow night. I have business to attend to, which will prevent any further conversation at this time, but you will have suitable attire available to you in the morning. Make certain you do not decide that this is the one particular event you will attempt to thwart. I will be reasonable with your… particular needs, but this isn’t one of them. Do you understand, Caroline?” I heard the hiss under her breath, could even feel the stagnant air surrounding her. This wasn’t a battle she was going to win.
“I understand.”
“Good. Learn to obey.” I clenched my fist, biting back any kind of retort. As I walked out, I could swear I heard her laughing.
Caroline
Learn to obey. The asshole had to be fucking out of his mind. I was furious, my mind reeling at all the horrible things I wanted to do to the man. Hissing, I was actually stunned that his anger wrapped around him like a viper. He was volatile, capable of flying off the handle at any moment. I seemed to have a very distinct effect on him. What the hell was the night in my studio about? Lies? Deceit? Yeah, he did everything in his power to make certain I fell for his bullshit. He had another think coming.
I eased off the island, struggling to right my dress. I was quivering to the core, and I wasn’t entirely certain it was because of the nastiness of our exchange or the way my body had reacted to his touch. And I hated myself more than ever, shame enshrouding over me, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
My hands were shaking as I attempted to step into my panties. The scent of my climax made me sick to my stomach. I wanted a long, hot shower to wash away the ugliness. I heard the sound of his office door slamming, his rage continuing. I’d pushed his buttons. What a pity. Chuckling, I glared at the spoon, surprised that he hadn’t broken anything after his second temper tantrum of the day.
I managed to open the wine, pouring then almost sloshing over the rim. After taking several gulps, I gripped the counter, trying to calm my nerves. This was a freaking nightmare.
I heard thudding boots coming down the hallway only seconds later, the same hulking mass of a man appearing in the doorway. At least I had a name. He said nothing at first, studying me with much kinder eyes than I’d experienced in the car. Perhaps he felt sorry for me given Dominick’s bad behavior. “Bruno, I presume?”
He nodded as he folded his hands in front of him.
“I don’t bite, Bruno.”
He said nothing.
“Although I have been known the throw a mean punch now and again.” I couldn’t help but smile. He was just a man trying to do his job. Hell, I honestly didn’t know how the regime of a Mafia kingpin was comprised or what his role truly was.
This time, Bruno snorted.
I took my time refilling the crystal goblet, placing the opener back in the same drawer I found it. I’d not certain why I was surprised Dominick’s kitchen was equipped just like any other household, complete with messy drawers. He was a human being after all. I took another sip of wine then noticed Bruno’s intense stare. “Would you like to share a glass with me?”
Bruno blinked once as if in reply.
“Oh, that’s right. You’re on duty. I certainly hope you don’t work twenty-four hours a day.” I took a sip, studying his physique. He was well dressed for a henchman, a nicely tailored suit, even for his size, a sharp and obviously expensive tie and a crisp white shirt.
Bruno seemed uncomfortable, aware that I was scrutinizing him, shifting from foot to foot. He finally glanced at his watch.
“Am I keeping you from something, maybe wiping Dominick’s ass?” If I didn’t know better, I’d say the man actually cracked a smile. “Fine. I guess we won’t have a conversation.” I headed in his direction, stopping short before reaching him and grabbing the bottle. “Fuck it. A girl needs something to do in this mausoleum.”
He blinked again, allowing me to pass and I headed directly for the stairs. I was still cautious of him, uncertain what to expect. I’d spent the first night in a guest room, or so I’d been told. Where was I being led to now? Had Dominick assumed that I’d be spending my nights with him? Was there a cage in an empty room somewhere, complete with chains and baffles so no one could hear me scream? A cold chill swept into my system. I was just as sick to my stomach as when I’d arrived, but there was also a part of me that was forced into at least limited resignation.
For now.
I had to learn the lay of the land and Dominick’s schedule if there was any hope of escaping. And where the hell would I go? Bruno led the way to the end of the hall, opening the door for me and ushering me inside. He flipped on the light and stood in the doorway like before. The room was gorgeous, much like the rest of the house. Everything was very relaxed yet opulent, reminiscent of an expensive beach house. The bed was massive, no doubt a king filled with pillows and a dazzling comforter. However, everything had a feminine touch, complete with all my favorite colors, shades of tangerine and violet, fuchsia and shocking blue. There were even new perfumes on the dresser, all three of my favorites.