[Book 2: Bound by honor]
"Jennifer Scuderi has always rebelled against the Mafia's strict rules, and nothing enrages her more than the idea of being tied down in an arranged marriage. But when Valentino Vitiello, the dangerous and relentless enforce...
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Valentino
"This thing is fucking annoying," she said after another round of sex that evening, wiggling her leg with the ankle monitor in the air. It had bothered me too the few times I'd come into contact with it during sex, but I wouldn't risk taking it off. Not only would Van blow a gasket, I'd also have to supervise Jennifer myself 24/7 without the monitor.
"You'll get used to it." I tried to pull her against me but she slipped away, moving to the edge of our bed.
"No cuddling as long as I have to wear this thing," she said.
I laughed. "As long as you don't ban sex."
"Maybe I will do that."
I moved my hand down from her stomach and ran a finger over her clit. "Why would you want to punish yourself like that?"
"You are an arrogant bastard. Maybe you think your cock is magic, but let me tell you something: it isn't." She didn't shove my hand away from where it was stroking her. Maybe she didn't notice but she'd even parted her legs a bit more to give me better access. I light traced her soft folds. I loved her silkiness and the way her body responded to me. I didn't increase the pressure, only lightly brushed my fingertips over her pussy. She was probably still oversensitive so I needed to be careful if I wanted to guide her toward another peak. Her lips parted and her breathing quickened ever so slightly. I leaned over her and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Pushing her over the edge this time was ever better because I wasn't busy with my own lust. I could completely focus on Jennifer, her labored breathing, hooded eyes, hardening nipples as she succumbed to her orgasm.
I didn't even care when Jennifer turned her back to me afterward, trying to punish me by not reciprocating. I'd gotten what I'd wanted.
"You realize that sex is all there is between us, right?" she said angrily.
"Sex is important."
"Sure, but it's not all there is."
"It's not all there is," I said, annoyed.
"Yes, it is, and there won't ever be more. Don't think I like you just because I like to fuck you."
"Thanks for the heads-up," I growled.
Jennifer
I was still annoyed at myself during breakfast, especially because Valentino's expression was far too smug despite my harsh words. Maybe he thought I'd been joking, or maybe he didn't care.
My body had a mind of its own, always eager for his touch. It didn't help that Valentino looked like a male model with his tight white shirt and messy black hair. He was sex on legs, and knew it.
