Vow to Me: A Mafia Arranged Marriage (The Romano Empire Book 1)

Chapter Thirteen

Isit in confused silence, wondering what the fuck just happened. I must have pissed Izzy off somehow for her to fly out of the room like a bat out of hell.

Seriously, she couldn’t get away from me quick enough. Was she pissed about my reaction to Enzo hugging her? It didn’t seem like it at the time, or maybe she’s pissed that she got hurt, I know she’s been around the Cosa Nostra her whole life, but it can be difficult at times, maybe she’s not used to being that close to the chaos and mayhem my life brings?

For the first time in my life, I’m unsure of what to do. I’ve never done the girlfriend thing, the most serious relationship I’ve had is a fuck buddy that I used for booty calls when the need arose. Should I talk to her? Give her some space? Ignore it all together?

Fuck, I sound like a little bitch.

I debate for a moment on whether or not I should call Marco or Alec to see what they think, then think better of it. I’d only be opening myself up to abuse from those two fuckers if I hit them up for dating advice, I’d never hear the end of it.

Hell, back when we were in freshman year of college, Alec made the unfortunate mistake of asking me for advice about a girl he was seeing. At the time, we were both idiot teenagers who did nothing but chase tail and fuck around.

Anyway, Alec made the mistake of asking me for advice, and rather than being helpful, I tore into him for weeks about how he couldn’t land the girl. He effectively learned his lesson, never making the same mistake again, and if I was to ask him for advice? Forget it, he’d fucking go on about it for months just to be a dick.

And if I was to call Marco for advice? Knowing him he’d snort into the phone before hanging up on me. Useless asshole.

Fuck it, I’m just gonna talk to her. What’s the worst that could happen? I don’t think she’d actually stab her own husband, right?

I stand and walk through the apartment towards her bedroom. Reaching her door, I raise my hand to knock on the wood just as the faint sound of buzzing comes from her room. Blood instantly rushes south to my dick. Fuck, is she getting herself off? Just as I think it, I hear her gasp and then let out a breathy moan.

Holy fucking fuck.

My dick is as hard as steel and throbbing painfully, I reach down and squeeze myself to relieve some of the pressure. I’ve never been so hard in my life, all from just hearing Izzy playing with herself through the door.

“Oh fuck, yesss.” I hear her breathe and let out a raspy moan before she moans, “Fuck… fuck, Luca.”

Jesus fucking Christ, my name has never sounded so good.

I need to get out of here before I walk in there and make her fantasies a reality. Talk about crossing boundaries.

I stalk back across the apartment as quickly as I possibly can towards my bedroom. I enter my room, close my door and start shrugging out of my clothes as I walk into the bathroom. Once I’m naked I walk straight into the shower and turn it on to the coldest it’ll go and hoping my dick will deflate enough for me to be able to sleep.

I can still hear those fucking sexy little moans, her moaning my name in that lust-filled, raspy voice of hers is playing on repeat in my head. Fuck it, I think as I wrap my hand around my dick and start slowing pumping myself.

I imagine Izzy in front of me on her knees, begging me to fuck her face right before she parts those red painted full lips of hers and I slide my cock through.

“Fucking hell,” I growl as I imagine sliding to the back of her throat. I fuck my fist faster, imagining fucking her face while she chokes on my cock, pretty tears streaming down her face.

Fuuuckk.

I have to grab on to the wall to stop my knees from buckling. I bet she tastes so fucking sweet; I could make her scream my name while I feast on her like it’s my last goddamn meal before slamming myself inside her. The image is so fucking real and so fucking vivid inside my head that the next thing I know is I’m coming harder than I have ever came before all over the fucking shower floor.

Once my breathing calms down I stand for a few minutes wondering how the hell a woman I’ve known for less than three days has me so worked up, never in my life have I fantasized about fucking a specific woman in so much detail. Normally I’d just imagine fucking a woman from behind. They wouldn’t have a face to identify them. Like I said, I don’t fucking do attachments.

On the bright side, at least now I know why she couldn’t get away from me quick enough, I smirk to myself but then a realization has the smirk dropping from my face and if I were to look in the mirror, I’d probably see a horrified expression in its place.

Dad was right, if Izzy is affecting my this much after only a few days of knowing her, then I really am fucked.