Vengeful Mafia Prince (Vicious Heirs #2)

Chapter Fifteen—Elena

I stare out of the window of the car as we come to a halt outside a small cabin. It's a little way into the woods outside of the city, and I don't know how long we've been driving for. In truth, I don't think I want to know.

Seeing my father like that, it... it terrified me. I've never seen him so angry in all my life, and I know what it means. Even though it's never happened before, I know what it means.

I know he's going to try and do everything in his power to destroy Giovanni and his family.

And I don't know where any of that leaves me.

"We're here."

Giovanni glances over at me from the other side of the car. I can tell he's having a hard time with this. The moment I sat in the car, a part of me started crying out to go back, to run to my father and tell him how sorry I am, that I want to undo it all and go back to what we knew before.

But that's never going to happen. Now that he knows about Gio and me, everything is going to change.

I get out of the car, and Giovanni keys in a code to the door. It swings open, and we step into the cozy log cabin.

"Your parents had this place?" I ask as I glance around.

He nods. "Yeah, they liked to have a getaway outside of the city. Get some fresh air, that's what they always said…" He trails off and glances around as though something is striking him for the first time. "You know, this is the first time I've been here since they..."

"Since my father killed them."

My words are harsher than they need to be, but I know it's the truth. He killed them. He's the reason Giovanni's parents are dead. I could see from the look in Valentina's eyes just how furious she still is, and I wish there was something I could do to make things right.

But there isn't. They're gone.

Giovanni can hardly even look at me. I don't know what he was thinking, bringing me out here with him, acting as though there was any way in hell the two of us could get past what happened. After everything I've done, everything I've been involved with—most of it without even knowing—if he never wants to look me in the eyes again, I wouldn't blame him.

"That's why you got the internship, wasn't it?" I ask, turning to face him properly. "Because… because you wanted to do everything you could to take down my father. That was why you got close to me, because you wanted to destroy him, because you wanted to—"

He grabs my arms, stilling me. When his eyes meet mine, it's with a blaze of near-angry passion.

"That's not why I got close to you."

I don't pull myself away. In that moment, I feel like I can't. His touch is hypnotic, his hands on me enough to push the thought of everything else from my mind.

"What are we doing here?" I whisper to him, finally.

"I wanted to keep you safe."

"From who? Your sister?"

He lets out a sharp sigh. "From your father, too."

"You really think I need protecting from him?"

"I think he's capable of a lot more than you think he is."

The words hang there between us. He slides his arms around me, pulling me close. It's hard to parse what is real and what's not. When he looks at me like that, my whole world stills for a moment, and all I can think about is the expression on his face.

"I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you, Elena," he murmurs, reaching up to swipe a strand of hair back from my face. "You... you're everything to me. I know that I should have been honest from the start, but I couldn't. You would never have let me get this close to you."

"And you don't think that means you should have kept your distance?" I whisper. I hate this. I love this. I can't stand how he makes me feel—not unless I get a little relief, anyway.

His eyes lock on mine, and my heart stills in my chest for a second.

"No."

And with that, he kisses me. As soon as our lips come together, I sink into him, needing him, needing all he can give me, every moment of it, every second. I don't know if anything matters to me more in the world than feeling his closeness in this moment, feeling the heat of his touch as his fingertips dig into the small of my back.

"You have no fucking idea how much I want you," he growls as he backs me against the door. He pins me there, pushing my arms back against the wood, making it so I have no choice but to kiss him.

As if there's anything else in the world I'd rather be doing.

"Fuck..."

He pushes his tongue into my mouth and grabs my leg, hitching it up before pressing himself against me. I can already feel the stiffness of his cock through his pants. A flood of want courses out of me, so intense I can't help but gasp against his lips.

"Let me show you."

He puts his hand up my skirt and pulls my panties to the side, unzipping his pants as he kisses me again. His kisses are frantic and wanting, his teeth catching on my lip, sending little shockwaves of pain and pleasure flooding my whole body. And as he finally guides himself against my pussy, I draw in a sharp breath, and he plunges inside of me.

He thrusts himself into me all the way up to the hilt, brushing his lips along my neck and biting down on the lobe of my ear as he begins to move inside of me. I reach up to grasp his back, raking my nails along the muscles beneath his shirt. I can hardly stand this. My body is bucking against him, taking him as deep as I can as he pulls back and thrusts into me again, and again, and again.

I'm panting now, my breath tearing out of my lungs. He grabs my chin in his hand and forces me to look into his eyes as he continues to fuck me.

"You really think I could keep up an act like this?" he demands, his voice low. It's almost threatening, but it doesn't stop the waves of pleasure that are consuming me.

He kisses me before I can reply, pushing me harder back against the door so he can move into me with even more passion. The orgasm is already edging closer and closer, I can feel it, my pussy clenching around him, my thighs twitching, everything swirling down to the nexus of pleasure between my legs.

And then, I feel it, the flood of his seed inside me, filling me, making me his. He lets out a low, throaty groan against my mouth as he comes, and it's that which pushes me over the edge and into my release.

I cry out, glad that there's nobody around for miles to hear us. Because I'm pretty sure I could have woken the whole city with that. I grind against him, my pussy aching for him as he continues to move inside of me, pushing me into throbbing, endless sensation until I can't take any more.

He stills himself, breathing hard, holding himself deeply in me. When he pulls back, I can see the same lust of darkness in his eyes. He kisses me once more, a little softer now, and presses his forehead to mine as he finally slips out.

I slump against him, spent. I don't know what we do now. I don't know where to even start. I feel like everything that has happened between us is too confusing and too enormous to take on all at once like this.

Finally, he speaks.

"Elena..."

I press my finger to his lips.

"Can we talk about it in the morning?" I suggest. "I... I just can't do this right now."

He accepts at once, pulling me into his arms and lifting me from the ground. And as he carries me to bed, I loop my arms around his shoulders, breathing in the scent of him. I don't know how many more times I can justify doing something like this before I have to admit that I'm betraying my family.

And that I might not be able to justify what I'm doing with him.