Vixen Consoli let herself take off 4 years from the family business so she could experience life outside the mob. Knowing when she comes back home, she will be in charge while her brother River handles affairs in Italy. She set rules up for herself...
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~Vixen~
As we walk into the hotel, I feel as if I need to adjust myself. My hair probably looks like a hot mess and my dress is all wrinkled. We took a cab here and it was a very Rated R scene drive.
The poor cab driver had to witness me straddling onto Valerio's lap while his hands roamed my body and our mouths fighting for dominance.
When we arrived, the cabbie had to clear his throat multiple times to get our attention. Valerio slips him a few hundred for a twenty-dollar cab ride. Probably for his suffering, or let's be honest, it was a free show for him.
Let's not pretend he didn't enjoy it. I am certain I flashed him my underwear a few times. Not that I mind, I am confident of my body. Even with the dozens of scars that cover it, that I got from training and some nasty fights I've been in.
Kyle always wondered if I was abused as a child, thinking back, I wouldn't call it abuse—more like a lesson taught to make me who I am today.
My father made sure my brother and I knew how to control our pain management—We'd be tortured and starved to build up a tolerance to pain. We had to be strong to not crack under pressure if we are ever in a situation we couldn't get out of.
After my parents died, my brother made me train even harder. Since we were both young and more vulnerable targets for other gangs and mafias—he wanted me prepared.
I feel Valerio's arm snake around my waist and bring me closer to him as we make our way to the elevator. I have no idea how I am even walking at this point. My legs are jello right now from our make-out session. I almost came twice by just dry humping—what's the real thing going to be like?
This man knows how to please a woman. He does not lack any confidence in that department. He knew how to drive me crazy with his mouth on my neck and face. I cannot even imagine how it would be south of my body.
It's taking a lot of self-control to contain myself. I look over to him and his jaws tight, eyes dark and he tightens his grip on me—good to know feelings mutual.
As we walk into the elevator, he presses the 'penthouse' button and slides his key card.
Raising a brow and narrow my eyes, I eye him up and down. We are in a classy 5-star hotel. Just an average room here is over a grand—I cannot imagine the cost for a penthouse suite.
"A family friend owns this hotel—I got a discount on the room." He smirks at me, reading my mind I blush slightly, turning my head to face the door.
Why was I feeling embarrassed? It was not my business to know if he can afford it or not, but I'm nosey.
"Good for you," I reply coolly.
Turning to face me, he gently pushes me against the wall of the elevator as the doors close. He raises my arms above my head, pins them on the wall, and slams his lips onto mine.
