Double Blind (18 page)

I know what’s coming next and I grind my teeth in preparation.

The slapping sound is worse than the feeling of his palm striking my ass. I moan into the tape as he spanks me a second time, the burn spreading on the other cheek. He leans forward and rips the tape off my mouth. I gulp down air right before he spanks me hard, his fingertips searing into my flesh. Then he rubs the burn to soothe my pain.

My shackled hands touch his legs, which stand behind me. Vince wraps his arms around me and slides his hand down my panties, and another smooth chuckle enters my ears. I blush as his fingers run up and down my clit, the sensitive area still throbbing.

“Vince, please. I want you.”

“I can tell.”

I slide up, my fingers anchoring on his erection. “You want me, too.”

He yanks on my handcuffs, removing my fingers from his shaft. Then he grabs my shoulders roughly and spins me around so that I’m looking into his eyes.

“Beg for it.”

He takes my head in his hands and I waver on the spot, staring at his lips. The intensity rolling from his eyes makes my legs tremble. Vince’s eyes flick down to my body and I can see the resolve in his eyes crumbling.

“I want you. I always want you. I was an idiot to think I could live without you.”

His fingers pinch my neck. “Yes, you were. What else?”

“I love you and I
need you
.”

I’ll say whatever the fuck he wants, as long as he fucks me, but it’s one hundred percent true.

My head tilts up as he moves a finger under my jaw, and then his heat envelops me. His mouth consumes my lips, biting and sucking. My nipples are rubbed raw against his jacket. Growling in my mouth, he rips it off. If I had my hands, I would unbutton his blood-red shirt. He grabs a fistful of my hair.

“Show me that you need me.”

How can I show him?

He lets me go and I look down at the erection tenting his pants. His hand weighs heavily on my head and I follow the pressure, dropping to my knees. Since I can’t unzip his slacks, he does it for me, gripping his cock in his right hand.

We’ve never it quite like this. I’m surprised at how excited I am when he smacks it against my lips.

“Open.”

I obey him and he passes through my lips with a deep sigh. I wrap my lips around him as I move my head up and down, sucking near his head. He groans every time I do it. Jesus. The sounds he makes are like a jolt to my core. I suck him harder, faster, eager to please him. Then he grabs my head and takes over, thrusting his hips. The length of him pulses inside my mouth, gagging me. He closes my lips with his fingers as he thrusts deep.

“
Fuck
, you feel so good.”

He pulls out to let me breathe. I get a good few lungfuls of air before he buries himself again. I swirl my tongue around him and suck, occasionally looking up into his strained gaze. Then he pulls out of my mouth.

“Get up.”

He helps me stand and within seconds he kisses me harshly, his tongue forcing inside my mouth. I almost fall back from the force of his body.

“Your my fucking toy. Your body belongs to me.” He reaches down and slides two fingers between my legs. “This belongs to me.” He says it in a gritty voice that makes my pussy clench over his fingers.

My heart races when he suddenly picks me up in his arms and throws me over the bed. I land on my back, the handcuffs digging into my skin. He tears the shirt from his head, his muscles rippling under his olive skin. His tanned arms grab my legs and he pulls hard, dragging me closer to him. Heart racing, my legs hook around his thighs and I feel the pebbled head of his cock pushing against me. The first thrust knocks the breath from my lungs. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust; he dives in and pulls my hips against him in ruthless smacks.

It’s so much better than the vibrator, because that gaping emptiness fills with his thick length, which throbs inside me. Then he leans over my body, his face red as he lunges into me. The shock reverberates through my entire body, until it escapes my mouth in a moan. He wraps his arms around my shoulder, his face buried in my neck.

“I’m yours. I belong to you.”

He says nothing, but his cock digs into me, painful and amazing at the same time. Vince grips my neck and squeezes as his breaths become more frenzied. He pounds away at me, my legs wrapped around his waist as both of us lose ourselves in each other. The back of my mind screams for more. Faster. Harder.

Vince yells out a mingled moan and swear word. His legs shake and my core clenches tight around him. The first spasm is like a fuse, and I contract around him as the best feeling in the world makes me collapse on the bed. His cock jumps inside me, twitching as I feel bursts of him unleashing inside me. Then he reaches around the bed and pulls me on top of him, unlocking my handcuffs.

I rub my wrists as Vince gives me a sleepy smile, pulling me close to give me a sweet kiss. The look in his eyes reminds me of when we were together. I’m just so happy to be with him right now, even if it’s only temporary. I hate to do this to him, to destroy this happy moment, but I have to. I plant a kiss on his damp chest and curl into his arms.

“Tony wanted me to break up with you. He’s the reason all this happened.”

 Right away, his body tenses under me.

“His men followed me into the restaurant to make sure that I did it.”

“What the fuck? Are you making this up?”

I push myself up and I give him a bewildered look. “Why would I make it up?”

Gradually, his face tightens as a shadow crosses his face. “This whole fucking time Tony was behind this? Why?”

I grab his shoulder as he tries to roll out of bed and pull him back. “He was going to kill you and your mother if I didn’t do what he said.”

A spasm of fear moves up my leg when that black look slides over his face like a dark mask. He’s always been my protector, but sometimes I forget how dangerous he is.

“I’ll fucking kill him.” He gently pushes me aside and sits up on his elbows. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

This was exactly what I was afraid of.

“Please don’t get angry, Vince.
Please
.” A sob suddenly shakes my throat at the shame I feel for lying to him. “They didn’t want you to know. They knew you’d never let me—”

His lip curls as he stares into the distance. “He thought he could take my fiancée from me and give her to Carmine like some common whore.”

“No, that’s not what it was about,” I snap. “Tony thinks Carmine is an informant. He wanted me to get close with him.”

Rage infuses his face. “What, like you suck his dick and he’ll spill his secrets? I don’t believe this!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

The anger momentarily leaves his face as he stares at me in shock. It’s probably the first time I’ve ever sworn at him like that. My eyes slowly fill with tears and he moves beside me and wraps an arm around my waist.

“I didn’t do anything with him.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he says in a completely different voice. His body trembles. “You’ll never have to see him again.” His hand tightens around my waist.

“I—I’m supposed to meet them both tonight and tell them about my progress.”

“I’ll meet them with you.” He bends over the bed and grabs his boxers, pulling them on. Then he yanks open a drawer and grabs a revolver.

Jesus.

I sit up on the bed and extend a hand. “Vince, calm down.”

“Calm down? Are you serious?” He spins the revolver to check that it’s loaded. “They went behind my back and used you for their fucking needs. They’ll both die.”

The way he speaks scares the shit out of me. “First of all, I was the one who wanted to do it. Jack tried to talk me out of it. Second, you can’t just go charging down there. You can’t kill a boss.”

He slams the revolver on the dresser, his hands balled into fists. “What the fuck do you mean about Jack?”

My lip trembles at the betrayal shining on his face. “I wanted to do it for you. You’ve always done so much for me and I’ve never really paid you back. I’ve never been able to show how much I love you.”

He looks like his whole body throbs with pain. “You think I wanted this? You think any of this makes me feel better? Tony and Jack used you this whole fucking time and I was completely clueless. I could have fucked around with other women.”

I wince and look away from him, but at the same time I feel a wave of relief.

He could have, but he didn’t.

“I just wanted to keep you safe—”

“That is not your fucking job!” He paces around the bed, looking outraged. “And it’s not worth it if you’re drinking yourself to your own death, and if you’re dropping all your classes. Jesus, Adriana! What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking about you and your mom.”

And in the end, I wasn’t strong enough to hold up the charade. I caved like a weakling.

“How the fuck were you supposed to find out anything about Carmine? That guy is not going to leave a fucking wire lying around. He’s not a moron!” He shakes his head violently.

“We just have to be patient. I’m getting to know him, he’s told me things he’s never told
anyone
—”

He wheels around, giving me a very angry look. “For Christ’s sake, Adriana. This thing with you and Carmine is fucking done. Don’t even think about it. End of fucking story.”

My heart thuds against my chest when I see that frightening look directed towards me. “I can’t just stop now. I told you, I’m meeting with Jack and Tony today.”

“I’m going with you.”

I inhale a shuddering breath as I look at his determined figure. There’s no way he’ll let me go on my own. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” I bite my lip thinking of what Tony will say when he finds out.

Fuck.

He gives me a small smile. “It’s too late for regrets, Ade.”

* * *

Down a darkened street, we walk together. It’s some place in East Village, and even though I know the chances of running into Carmine are slim, my hand still slips in Vince’s grasp. I grind my feet to a halt when I see the silhouette of a man standing outside the pizza place. The little pizza joint where I’m supposed to meet Tony is just a block away.

“What?”

I drag him to the side, out of view, and he follows reluctantly. He rolls his eyes when I press a finger to my lips.

“I don’t know if I can do this.”

He’s silhouetted in the night, and he steps closer to me. His hands wrap around my face, trying to soothe me. “Baby, relax. We keep having this conversation every few blocks.”

The vein on the side of my neck throbs. “You don’t know what it’s like to be alone with that man. To have him hurt you.”

He clutches my hand and squeezes hard. I never told him about that. “You’re not alone anymore. You’ll never be alone again.”

I just don’t know.

“C’mon,” he says, trying to nudge me.

I’m flattened against the wall. “Promise me you’ll stick to our plan, Vince.”

“I don’t like it,” he growls.

“It’s the only way to save both our asses.”

“Jack won’t buy it. Tony might.” His head moves down the street as his fingers caress my neck. “It’ll buy you enough time to search his office, and
that
’
s it.
I won’t let you go to his house.”

“Ok, fine.” Inwardly, I have no idea how I’ll be able to stall Carmine.

His face twists. “He’s still going to fucking die. Just not tonight.”

I don’t share Vincent’s lust for revenge. It will be a miracle if we get out of this unscathed. I look aside to his hard-set jaw, which betrays none of his fear. He’s a powerful force, and I feel sorry for whoever will pay for his wrath. He’s always been expressive. Vince lets the whole world know what he’s feeling. He doesn’t hide from anyone, but now I’m asking him to. For both our sakes.

The guard posted at the restaurant gives Vince a once over and frowns at me. “He’s not supposed to be here.”

“Too fucking bad,” Vince snaps.

Easy.

I squeeze his hand and look inside the low-lit restaurant, and they’re nowhere in sight. The guard pats down Vince, taking his concealed guns before opening the door for us. The air inside the restaurant feels shallow. I take in deep lungfuls, jumping at every sound. Red-checkered tablecloths cover every surface. Vince’s hand at my back comforts me, letting me know that he’ll always protect me. Behind the booths, Jack and Tony sit, concealed from the front of the restaurant. Jack looks unhappy. He turns around at the sound of us walking and utters a strange, hissing noise when he recognizes Vince. Tony’s balding head turns towards me, rage emanating from his pores as he gives me that dark smirk.

“Cesare, good to see you.”

“I hear you’ve been busy making deals behind my back with my girl.”

A few seconds of ringing silence follow Vincent’s smoldering voice.

Jack rises to his feet and steps towards Vince, who stiffens. “Calm down, Vince.”

His fingers bite into my waist. “I’m having a real fucking hard time staying calm, Jack. You lied to me.”

Tony wipes his meaty hand across his mouth, looking agitated. He shoots me a death glare. “I cannot believe you fucking told him.”

I can feel him trembling with the effort of holding everything inside.
Please, Vince
.

“Don’t talk to her. You have no fucking right to talk to her. She’s my responsibility. If you wanted something from her, you should have asked me first.”

The smirk of rage on Tony’s face falters. He looks confused. “Why don’t you both sit down?”

He pulls out a chair for me before sitting down himself. Vince’s hand rests over my thigh possessively, and he gives me a gentle squeeze as he eye-fucks Tony.

Careful, Vince.

“What do you want?” he growls.

Vince’s face twitches. “I’m willing to not retaliate based on the interest of bringing peace to our families. I’m not giving you any of my action anymore. I think that’s fair, considering you decided to treat my fiancée like a whore.” His voice rises towards the end of his sentence, the outrage breaking through the cracks.

Jack leans in. “Vince, she wanted to do this.”

His face burns. “I have nothing to say to you, Jack.”