Bound (The Devil’s Vow #2)

11. At His Command

Chapter eleven

At His Command

My dress kept going up, until I felt cool air brush my thigh.

I parted my lips and glanced at Gianni out of the corner of my eye, but his expression remained composed, as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

And of course, the others had no idea what was going on beneath the table.

I took another sip of my champagne and then felt the warmth of Gianni’s hand slide up my thigh.

Oh my God.

The fabric of my gown was bunched up now, high enough that only the table concealed what was happening.

Corrado was still chewing, oblivious, as he grinned at me. “You’ll get used to us. We’re not so bad once you get past the murder and mayhem.”

I forced a smile, trying to maintain my composure, though my heart was pounding, and heat was already pooling low in my belly.

All I could manage to say was, “I can see that.”

Next, Gianni’s fingers caressed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

My breath hitched in my throat.

Stefan nodded. “We might be a little rough around the edges, but we take care of our own.”

Gianni brushed his fingertips against the lace of my panties, and those fingers were teasing me with a feather-light touch.

Fuck. . .

The sensation was so sudden and intimate that it nearly shattered my resolve.

I bit my bottom lip to keep from gasping.

“To family. New and old.” Fabio raised his glass and gazed around the table, entirely missing the heated exchange happening just inches below the table. “To the ones we’re born with, and the ones we choose.”

Gianni slid his fingers beneath the lace, deliciously slipping them along my slick heat.

Oh fuck. . .

His movements were slow, deliberate, and torturous, as though he were testing how far he could push me without anyone noticing.

And then his thumb brushed over my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

I clenched my jaw and gripped the edge of the table, struggling to maintain my composure.

“To family.” Gianni’s voice was as steady as if he were discussing mafia business and not playing with my pussy under the table. “And to my lovely new wife.”

I could barely lift my glass as he dipped his fingers in and out of my pussy so perfectly, so slowly, thumbing my clit the whole time.

Oooo.

I nearly lost it.

Trying my best not to moan out loud, I tightened my hand around my champagne glass and barely clinked it against the others. “T-to. . .family. . .”

The pressure inside me was building fast, and every brush of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me, lighting my body up.

Glasses clinked together in agreement.

Corrado drained his glass and then leaned back, looking satisfied as he patted his full stomach.

Stefan and Fabio followed suit.

But amidst it all, I was caught in a haze of desire so consuming it threatened to steal every bit of air from my lungs.

My heart pounded in my ears.

Gianni was making me so fucking wet. Thank God the gown was black because everyone would have seen the wet stain once I stood.

I took a shaky breath, managing to flash a convincing smile at Corrado as he cracked some joke that I didn’t even hear.

On the inside I was on fire.

Oh God. It feels so good. I don’t want him to stop.

In seconds, the world narrowed down to just me and Gianni as well as our illicit secret hidden beneath the table.

Gianni leaned in close, and his lips grazed the shell of my ear as he whispered, “You’re so wet, princess.”

A waiter came by, or maybe he had been there longer.

I had no idea.

Fabio waved at him. “Get us more champagne. We’re welcoming our new sister to the family!”

The waiter rushed away.

Going deeper into my pussy, Gianni slightly curled his fingertips and began stroking this sweet spot that I didn’t even know existed.

I moaned, but no one caught it.

My eyelids drooped.

It was a struggle to not moan some more.

A fucking battle.

My fingers shook as I held them up to my mouth.

Stefan said something about the power of love or maybe it was about marriage. I didn’t know. I could barely think or speak.

Gianni leaned my way and whispered, “You better be quiet, princess. No matter how good my fingers feel on this pussy.”

I gritted my teeth.

He breathed me in. “Because if you moan too loud, I will discipline you later this evening.”

I shuddered.

“I wonder if you can stay quiet while I make you cum right here, in front of my brothers.”

I swallowed hard.

My entire body trembled.

Then, Gianni moved his mouth from my ear and spoke to the table, “You’re correct, Stefan. I agree.”

Stefan continued on, and Gianni quickened his fingers’ pace.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

The heat between my legs grew unbearable.

I was barely paying attention to what the others were saying, too focused on Gianni’s fingers, on the way he knew exactly how to push me to the edge.

Fabio, completely oblivious, launched into a story about some girl he’d met at a club the night before. “She was wild. . .”

I kept missing the rest of his sentences because Gianni’s fingers were pure magic.

“I mean, I’ve seen some crazy shit in my time, but this girl?” Fabio pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “She was something else. Blonde, legs for days, and she. . .”

I missed the rest of what Fabio said as Gianni pressed his thumb against my clit much harder, sending a surge of hot erotic pleasure through me so intense I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out.

Oh. My. God.

He kept his fingers moving inside me, slow but insistent, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge of release.

“So, I take her back to my place.” Fabio blew out smoke. “And you know how that is. . .”

Gianni leaned my way and whispered in my ear, “Don’t cum for daddy just yet, princess.”

I gasped.

Thank God no one caught it.

Gianni whispered in my ear some more. “You don’t cum until I say.”

I clenched my jaw and gripped my hands on the edge of my chair.

“I had her legs up in the air, but the whole time she kept doing that yodeling thing over and over.” Fabio raised his hands in the air. “I mean what the fuck do you do with that?”

Stefan and Corrado laughed.

Gianni let out a half chuckle, but I bet he hadn’t caught what his brother had said. His fingers were too relentless. There was no way he was paying attention.

I began to rock with those fingers, knowing that if any of his brothers gazed my way they might know what was going on.

But I couldn’t stop myself.

He was driving me mad.

I could barely breathe!

Every nerve in my body was attuned to his touch.

Oh my God. I’m so close. So. . .fucking. . .close. . .

Fabio laughed again. “Anyway, she was wild, man! Totally worth the trouble. Maybe I’ll take her out again, but I doubt she’ll handle the Fortunato life.”

Fabio then turned my way.

I stopped rocking.

He winked at me. “What do you think, sis? Should I give her another shot?”

Huh?

I opened my mouth to respond, but at that exact moment, Gianni pressed harder against my clit, and I had to clench my thighs together to keep from falling apart. “I—uh—I. . .”

They all watched me.

“I think. . .” My voice broke as Gianni’s fingers worked me into a frenzy. “Yeah.”

Fabio chuckled. “Looks like someone might have gotten too much champagne.”

Everyone laughed.

Fabio returned to more on the woman. “I make her breakfast and she’s like. . .I don’t eat meat. I’m a vegan. So I say to her, how could that be? You had meat in your mouth all last night!”

Corrado hit the table and laughed.

Gianni’s lips were at my ear again, and his voice went low and dripped with dominance. “Now, princess. Cum for daddy . Right. Fucking. Now.”

Oh fuck!!

The order consumed me completely, pushing me over the edge.

My body was on fire, writhing in pain and pleasure.

I struggled to stifle my moans.

Thank God, Fabio had made them all laugh about something else.

I climaxed, arching my trembling body and grasping harder at the chair.

My eyes squeezed shut, unable to handle the intensity of it all.

Every nerve ending in my body blazed with fire and crashed into me over and fucking over.

My muscles tensed and contorted.

My skin tingled.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Gianni kept his fingers moving inside me, drawing out every last bit of my orgasm until I was completely spent and sagged forward.

Oh!!!

Once I was damn near laying my head on the table, that was the moment when he finally withdrew his hand.

Dear God!

I opened my eyes.

My pulse raced.

Fabio was still talking, completely unaware of the sinful act that had just transpired right in front of him. Stefan and Corrado kept their gazes on him.

With an absolute devilish smirk on his face, Gianni leaned back in his chair and licked those wet fingers.

Oh fuck. He’s so nasty.

“Mmmm.” Gianni sucked on one finger and then licked another. “Delicious.”

I blushed but couldn’t say anything.

My body still buzzed with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I could see right now that there would never be a moment where I could predict anything the devil would do.

Holy fuck.