"I'm … I'm gonna cum," she muttered.
Vittorio released her ass and threaded his fingers through Sharon's. He held her hands as her body spasmed in pleasure, an intimate gesture that made the overwhelming sensation all the more intense.
"Oh … Oh my god!" Sharon hollered as she came. "I love you Vittorio!"
The words just slipped out, but Sharon realized she meant them.
"I love you too," Vittorio told her, squeezing her hands. "Mind if I finish us off?"
With that, he started pumping his hips up into Sharon, much deeper than she could seem to get on her own. His rock-hard head bumped against her cervix and sent more little twitches of pleasure up into Sharon's core. She could feel his cock begin to throb within her and she sat down on him hard as he burst, filling her with his cum amidst a chorus of delighted groans.
Once his happy sounds stopped, Sharon dismounted as gracefully as she could on the soft duvet. The sun had gone completely down, so the room was pleasantly dark.
"That was fantastic," Vittorio complimented her. "Nice surprise. I thought you were mad at me."
Sharon shrugged coyly. "I was."
Then I decided to run, she said to herself.
"Well, I'm sorry I made you mad. I handled some things today and hopefully we won't be hearing from Rocco anymore." Vittorio told her. He wrapped a hand around her waist. "Now we can just focus on us."
"Yeah, we sure can," Sharon said, forcing a smile. She wondered if he even really cared about "them" or if he was just deceiving her again. Even if they did end up together, could Sharon ever really trust him?
"You okay?" he asked. Clearly, Vittorio could tell something was up. Sharon had never been a very good actress.
"What? Oh yeah, just tired," Sharon said, raising a hand to her mouth and forcing a yawn.
"Me too," Vittorio said, his mouth also widening into a yawn. "I know it's early, but I slept like shit last night."
"So did I," Sharon agreed. Her heart rate quickened, she couldn't believe her plan was actually working. "Maybe we should just turn in? Get any early start to the day tomorrow?"
"That actually sounds really nice," Vittorio said sleepily. His eyelids drooped and he looked just a few moments away from sleep.
Sharon pulled the covers back, so he could crawl into bed. She had never seen him so mellowed. It was sort of sweet to watch him snuggle up with himself. She lay down next to him and waited for the slow, heavy breaths of sleep.
Just as he drifted off, Vittorio mumbled, "I really love you, you know. I dunno what I'd do if I ever lost you."
Well, you're about to find out, Sharon smarted to herself.
"Love you too," she cooed.
Vittorio fell asleep. Sharon knew she couldn't act too quickly and risk waking him. She waited until his deep breaths evolved into snores before gently peeling the blanket off herself. With slow, gentle movements she swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
Across the bed, Sharon could see moonlight glinting off a heap of silver.
Yes! she thought. The keys were exactly where she had hoped they would be. As silently as possible, she crept around the bed and ever-so-carefully picked them up. The metal jingled a bit as she grabbed them and Sharon winced.
Vittorio didn't even stir.
Sharon took one last look at his handsome face. There was no denying his good looks and the soft nature of sleep had him looking younger, meeker and even more lovable in the bluish light.
He's a monster, Sharon had to remind herself. They could never be together. They were just too different. For more than one reason, Sharon knew the right thing to do was to leave.
After collecting her pile of clothes and shoes off the floor, she snuck out the bedroom door and down the dark hallway. She dressed herself quickly, then carefully picked her way down the stairs, eventually finding her way back to the kitchen. She avoided the dining room. She hadn't been back in since the shooter attacked them, and she dreaded the sight of dried blood on the walls.
I'm doing the right thing by leaving, Sharon continued to remind herself. She opened the door to the garage and closed it gently behind her. She flipped the garage light on and took one more sad look at Vittorio's cars. They really were beautiful. Another girl might have thought she was crazy for walking away from a life this luxurious, but it just wasn't Sharon.
Sharon realized a problem she hadn't considered. She would need to open the large garage door in order to get Vittorio's car out on the road. Would the loud mechanical buzzing wake Vittorio? Or was the house big enough that he wouldn't hear it?
It was a risk she had to take. Sharon smacked the button to open the garage. The mechanism rumbled to life with a loud roar as it dragged the door up.
Shit, Sharon thought. She broke into a run towards the swanky Mercedes and beeped the fob. She hurled herself into the driver's seat and fumbled with the key. She pushed it into the lock and jerked the seat forward so that her short legs could reach the pedals. She threw the car in reverse and zoomed out of the garage. She fussed with the manual transmission, trying to remember what her dad had taught her on their bumpy truck back home. She pumped the clutch and changed gears, driving the speedy car into the tree-lined tunnel that led to her freedom.
Sharon sped out onto the road, adrenaline saturating her every nerve. She turned the way she thought they'd come and floored it.
For miles, she looked over her shoulder, waiting to see a set of headlights following her.
She never did.
She was free.
And now, the sizzling hot conclusion:
BOUND BY THE DON
BOUND BY THE DON
Chapter 1
Vittorio
Vittorio woke to the sound of rain. For a moment he laid there, listening to the drops on the window, the room still dark in the early hours of the morning. When was the last time he had slept this well? When had he felt so at peace with himself that he didn't thrash about the bed in his sleep? There was someone else that knew his secrets now, someone he trusted. Sharon had his heart and he wasn't afraid for her to know.
Flexing his sore hands, he turned his head hoping to see Sharon still asleep beside him, that it hadn't been a torturous dream and she really had forgiven him. A soft smile, that lightness in her eyes, was what he needed to see.
The bed was empty.
Shooting up from under the covers, Vittorio tamped down the swirl of concern as he investigated the bathroom, only to find it empty too, her clothes missing from the pile on the floor. She wasn't where he expected her to be and the house was too silent for his liking.
Something was wrong.
"Sharon!" he bellowed, stalking out of the bedroom and down the hall.
She had to be here. There was nowhere else for her to go and she wouldn't just take off without him. Sharon was smart, she knew how much he loved her, wanted to protect her.
Heedless of his naked state, Vittorio checked every room, half hoping to find her curled in one of the other beds, teaching him a lesson for scaring her so badly. He was fucking sorry about what he done. She wasn't ready for his cruel world. She was too precious to be thrown into the violence that he was used to. He would shield her from it until she was ready.
He had been trying to teach her a lesson in reality and it had backfired.
But he found her nowhere.
"Fuck," he swore, as he ran to the garage. His heart was about to beat out of his chest at not being able to find Sharon, to make sure she was okay.
She had to be okay.
There it was, or rather there it wasn't, the proof that he had just woken up in a fucking nightmare. His Mercedes was missing.
Vittorio thrust a hand through his hair, his body shaking with simmering rage. She had been taken by that asshole. He could feel it in his bones. The intruder, the graffiti left on his properties, it had only been the beginning.
And now, now he had taken this war one step further, the step he knew Vittorio would not be able to ignore.
Rocco had fucking taken Sharon, the woman that had broken through his walls and stolen his heart. There would be nothing left of her, nothing left of the innocent, beautiful woman. Sharon was a fighter, but he was a monster and he would break her. He would destroy her to prove a point.
Monster. That was a word that Sharon had used to describe Vittorio less than twenty-four hours ago. She had said she'd forgiven him, but there had been hesitation in her eyes when she was fucking him. Vittorio had never said he wasn't the monster she saw last night, but the fear in her eyes had nearly tore him apart.
Vittorio walked back into the house and found his cell, He pressed the numbers on the key pad angrily before holding it up to his ear.
"Yeah."
"He fucking took her," Vittorio growled, prowling back into the bedroom where he'd last seen her. Hell, he could still smell her scent in the air, on his skin.