Unholy Vows: Chapter 29

“I saw the pictures,” Sal told me over the phone later. My uncle liked to practice his English whenever he could, even if it wasn’t the easiest to understand. “She looks like a handful.”

The description of Charlotte made me smile. “You have no idea.”

Sal chuckled. “Bene. Sometimes, you need the fire, other times, you just need a steady hand to hold. Omertà. Fede.” Loyalty. Faith.

“Sì, Zio.”

He’d bust a gut if he knew that Charlie had just been cornered by two detectives in her college restroom, or worse, that my wife had planted a bug in my office.

But she’d also destroyed the device and stood up to the cops. I’d never been so proud, and moreover, more certain.

Charlotte had fallen for me, despite her better judgment.

She was mine, even inside her own head.

She was mine to save, mine to protect, and mine to keep. The power was heady. She really did make me feel like a god.

Outside, the late afternoon December sky was heavy with snow and white flakes flurried past. The first snow of winter. A blur of red passed the window, and I stood and looked out.

“Well, good. Now, by the time I arrive, maybe there will be buone notizie about a baby?”

“I’m married now. Let that satisfy you for the time being. The heirs will be here soon enough.” I didn’t tell Zio Sal that Charlotte’s medical report, lying on my desk, had revealed another secret my little nurse had been hiding from me.

Her hormone levels were currently too high for her to conceive. She’d had a birth control shot, probably right around the time we’d met, and she hadn’t told me about it. She kept me on my toes, and she certainly made life interesting. After feeling jaded and bored with my existence for so long, suddenly there were things to enjoy all around me. It was her doing. My little ball of goodness and light. My angel to taint and twist. Mine, forever.

In the small rose garden that sat outside my office windows, Charlotte and Giada threw snow at each other. Charlotte was wearing a red parka, and twin blooms of color burned in her round cheeks. She laughed, and it was the most fucking beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

Sonny stood to the side, looking cold and put upon. Giada was busy rolling stones into the snowballs, until I knocked on the glass and she sent a glare my way. I wagged my finger at her and pointed to Sonny. No one was throwing stones at my wife.

“Are you listening?” Sal demanded in my ear.

Giada and Charlotte turned their attack on the bodyguard.

“Sorry, I am now.”

Sal chuckled. “Don’t tell me the infallible Renato has finally fallen. So, you love this woman?”

“She’s my wife.” It wasn’t a yes, but it wasn’t a no, either. A man like me had next to no experience with love, so recognizing it wasn’t a skill of mine. I’d never met a woman I was tempted to love before my little nurse. That fact alone made her rare.

I watched Sonny try to evade Charlotte and Giada and then slip to the ground.

Sal’s laugh faded, and I could just picture his resigned expression. “Well, I wish you good luck, my boy.”

Good luck?

“Save your wishes for someone else, Zio. I make my own luck.” I caught sight of my reflection in the glass. I looked like a stranger for a moment. It was the smile. It was new, and Charlotte was responsible for it. I didn’t need luck ever again. I had her, and she was all I wanted.

I left the medical report on my bedside table. Tempting bait for a curious little nurse. While I might understand why my hesitant new bride had hidden the birth control shot from me, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t punish her for her deception.

I took a shower before bed, and when I came out, Charlotte had taken my bait. She just couldn’t help herself. She jumped guiltily as I appeared in the bathroom doorway, clutching the folder.

“Those are your medical results. I thought you’d like to see them.”

She nodded. “Have you seen them?” she asked faintly.

I shook my head, playing with her. “Maybe you can talk me through them?”

She swallowed guiltily. “It’s okay, there’s nothing really important.”

“Isn’t there? Still, I like to hear you talk medical jargon, it’s a fucking turn-on. Tell me your results, bambina,” I pushed, sitting on the bed and patting the spot next to me.

She hovered uncertainly and then sat. She opened the file and stared at the charts. “Well, I’m not anemic, that’s good for a start.”

I gave her a few minutes to talk through everything she could before pointing at her hormone level results. “And what about this? What does this mean?”

Her cheeks turned pink as she thought furiously. “Well, hormone levels can fluctuate,” she began but didn’t get any further.

I reached out and took the folder from her carefully, setting it on the bedside table, then circled her wrist and pressed a kiss to her palm before tugging her. The sudden motion sent her face down across my lap, her ass landing just where I wanted it.

“What the hell?” she started, pushing herself up on her elbows and twisting to look at me.

“I believe I’ve told you to never lie to me, haven’t I?”

She was quiet, her mouth open, but couldn’t summon the words to defend herself.

“Don’t make it worse, bambina. Just repent and do your penance.”

“Penance?” she asked, her voice breathy.

She had on the silk shorts that drove me mad, and I traced the lines of the soft material, pulling it up to her cleft so the globes of her ass were exposed. Perfectly round and full, they fit my hands like they’d been designed just for me .

“Yes, penance,” I growled at her, enjoying the way she wiggled on my lap. My wife was far too excited about getting caught in a lie. I brought my hand down on one ass cheek, enjoying the satisfying sound of her inhale and the meeting of my flesh against hers.

“Hey,” she murmured and looked at me over her shoulder. “Are you seriously going to spank me for keeping it from you?”

“I am, and you’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”

I smacked the other side, and she jerked against me. I ran my finger down the bunched material in her cleft, tugging it just right so it rubbed her clit.

“Aren’t you?” I leaned in and whispered in her ear.

She shivered, her thighs rippling with goosebumps.

I smoothed my palm in a circle over her ass. “Aren’t you, Charlotte?”

“Yes,” she muttered. She seemed torn between maintaining her pride and begging me for more.

I brought my hand down on the first side, and she groaned. Really, it was no wonder that my little nurse hadn’t had anything resembling good sex before me. She didn’t have vanilla tastes in bed, and I’d be surprised if any men she’d met could handle her. They clearly hadn’t been able to, because my wife was coming properly for the first time in her life, and I planned on making her as addicted to my touch as I was to hers. I needed the shorts off. Slipping a knife from my pocket, I cut through the satin of her shorts and tore them free.

“How many of these do you think you deserve for lying to me?” I asked with a growl.

She wet her lips. “Twenty?”

She tore a real laugh from me with her suggestion. “Most people would try and lowball, but not you. You take it on the chin, you’re fair as hell, and most of all…you love this, don’t you?”

I slid my finger between her legs, pulling her cheeks apart so I could see her weeping hole.

“You really fucking love it, my perfect girl,” I murmured in her ear and then reached in my pocket and took something out. “But this is a punishment, and we shouldn’t forget that.”

She tried to see what it was, and I showed her. A shining gold plug shape with a diamond top.

“My ace in the hole, literally.” I smirked as I stroked her asshole, encouraging the wetness dripping from her slit to coat the soft pucker.

“You are not putting that in my ass,” Charlotte said unsteadily.

“Am I not?” I goaded her, teasing her rim with the smooth end of the plug. “Not only am I putting it in and spanking you with it, but I’m also going to fuck you with it in so you can feel me in both holes. Got it?”

Her eyes were round, and dark fascination burned in them. She was curious. My beautiful ingénue of a wife was curious about being fucked in both holes. She really was perfect.

I smiled at her tentative eagerness. “Let’s begin, shall we? Use your words, little nurse. Do you want me to spank you again? Plug you up and fuck you?”

She swallowed hard, excitement sparking from her intrigued gaze. Then she nodded and sent all other thoughts flying from my head.