Ruthless Prince (The Mancini Mafia #2)

Chapter 14

Chapter

Fourteen

ELLIE

V incent returns home from his meeting with Nico, seemingly distracted. He walks right past me as he heads to his room.

“Vincent?” I ask, following him. If my father is bothered by the fact I’m in the same room as my husband, then he can just forget it.

He’s in the ensuite bathroom, bent over the counter, staring down at a comb.

“Vincent?” I touch his back, making him jump. “Are you ok? What happened with Nico? Did you get the money?”

Without a word, he turns to me and grabs my face, kissing me hard. I tense for just a moment before letting myself get dragged into the kiss with him.

“Vincent,” I say when he begins to kiss down my neck. “My father could come in and stop us.”

“We’re married now. We can do whatever we want.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“I just need to be with you, Ellie. I just need to know you’re safe in my arms.”

“I’m here, Vincent. I’m here.” I lean up and kiss him.

Vincent walks me back to the bed and gently lowers me down. I’m hyperaware of the fact my father could stop us at any moment, but I also want to be held by Vincent. I want us just to be together.

He runs his hands down my body, gripping my hips and sending a flare of arousal through me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of how he touched me before we were married. We’ve haven’t had the chance to do that since.

With a sudden motion, Vincent pushes my dress up over my hips. “I need to taste you again. I need to feel you again.”

“Ok,” I whisper. His intensity is a little disarming. Vincent has been busy all day with the competition, winning it and meeting with Nico. I’m desperate to ask him about it, but I don’t want to ruin this moment between us.

I let Vincent peel my dress off me until I’m in nothing but my bra and panties. The look Vincent gives me as he rakes his eyes over me sets me on fire. We’re married now—we’re not doing anything wrong.

And yet, it still feels taboo.

He grabs my underwear and slips it down my legs. We’ve been here before, so I’m not as nervous this time.

Spreading my legs wide, Vincent presses his face between them and begins to use his lips and tongue on me. Instantly, I’m filled with desire. My hips buck up to meet his mouth.

Vincent presses his arm down on my hips, keeping me in place. I snap my lips closed, trying not to make a sound so my father doesn’t find us.

He increases his pace with his tongue. It sends me into a spiral of pleasure.

“Oh, Vincent,” I whisper, gripping the back of his head. “What you do to me …”

I can feel his smile on his lips as he continues to pleasure me.

He grips my hips tighter, sending spikes of arousal through my body. My hips have a mind of their own as they writhe. I need more. I need him.

And then it hits me—my release.

I gasp and shudder. Vincent keeps his lips on me the entire time and doesn’t move away until I’m finished.

He sits up, looking way too smug.

“I want to taste you,” I whisper.

As his eyes turn dark, I feel powerful.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“We’re married now, Vincent. I think we’re past modesty. I want to taste you like you’ve done to me.”

I push on his shirt until he slips it off, and then I trail my hands down his abs to reach the top of his jeans. Vincent keeps his intense gaze on me as I unzip his pants and push them down.

He shimmies out of his underwear, and then I finally see all of him.

His erection is a little intimidating, but Vincent is my husband. I want to be with him. I don’t want to be so afraid of life anymore.

Showing courage, I grab his length and begin stroking him. He lets out a soft hiss as my hands trail up to his balls, where I cup each one of them. Vincent bucks his hips forward. The fact that I have this kind of power over him turns me on even more.

Then I lean forward and press a kiss to the tip of his erection. Vincent’s moan sets me on fire.

“Tell me what you like,” I say, before taking him in my mouth.

“You don’t have to take me all the way in,” he advises. “Just go slow. I’ll move at your pace.”

I take my time running my lips and tongue over him. He doesn’t go too far inside me since I’m a little intimidated to take him in further. Vincent doesn’t push me, and I’m so grateful for that.

I spend time licking his tip, which seems to drive him crazy. Vincent continues to groan softly. His eyes flutter shut. I love seeing him like this—in the throes of pleasure. It reminds me that we’re in this together.

It doesn’t take long for Vincent to start to lose control.

“I’m close, Ellie. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, then pull back.”

I don’t pull back.

I want to experience everything with him.

Vincent groans as he comes, his seed filling my mouth. I swallow. The taste of it is slightly salty and not unpleasant.

He gives me a chagrined smile before wrapping me in his arms and dropping us down on the bed together. I snuggle into his side.

“I have the money,” he says into my hair. “We could leave. We could run.”

I tense. “My father would find us. And what about Nico? I thought you wanted to …”

“Kill him? I’m not so sure now. There’s something I have to do first. Nico offered me a job. I’m going to take him up on it. Make something of myself. But here’s the thing, Ellie. Your father wants me to kill him.”

I pull back. “Why?”

“I’m not sure. He just does.”

“Are you going to do it? I know you wanted to.”

“I’m not sure anymore. I just know I want to be with you. You’re the most important person in my life now.”

I believe Vincent when he tells me that. The only thing I don’t believe is that we’ll be able to escape my father. That’s a pure and utter fantasy.

VINCENT

I get the results back from the paternity test. I sent it in a week ago, and now, it’s here. In that time, Ellie and I kept our distance after our visit in my bedroom. We don’t want to make her father too suspicious of us. I’m already walking on thin ice when it comes to him.

I open the results in the privacy of my bedroom.

And it’s official—Nico Mancini is my father.

I sit down on my bed in a huff. I’m the child that was stolen away when I was three years old. Igor Antonov was never my father. He kidnapped me. My own parents thought I was dead.

Nico killed Igor because he kidnapped me.

It all makes sense now.

I never felt like I truly belonged with Igor. And the moment I met Aurora, she felt like home.

That’s because she’s my mother.

There’s no way I can kill Nico now. Not for my own gain. Not for Mr. Moore.

I have to find a way to save Ellie from her father that doesn’t involve me killing my real father.

I arrive at Nico’s house with the test results. I don’t see the point in hiding it.

“Vincent,” he greets me. “Come in. Aurora is in the kitchen. Would you like to have lunch with us?”

“Actually, there’s something I need to show you first.” I hand him the results.

For a long time, Nico just looks at them. And then he looks at me and then back at the results. “I knew you were him,” he whispers. “I just knew it. Aurora, get in here.”

The moment she enters the foyer, I break down and cry. I’m not even sure why I fucking cry like a baby. This is my mom. I finally found my home.

Nico gives her the test results, and it only takes Aurora a moment to read them before she throws her arms around me in a hug.

“You’re alive,” she whispers. “You were never dead.”

“You’re my mom.”

“You’re my Vincent. Oh, my baby boy. You’re alive.”

We cling to each other for a long time, both of us crying . Eventually, I pull away.

“What do we do now?” I ask.

Nico puts his hand on my back. “Now, you’re part of the family.”