CHAPTER NINE: BITTER SWEET

“I can’t, I can’t, no more..” I moaned, twisting on the soft bed, my wrists cuffed to the horizontal pole above me. I was being ravished, devoured, eaten… any word you could use to describe the manner in which my mafia daddy was eating me out like a starved man.

“You can and you will.” He growled directly on my buzzing and dripping core before he took another hot swipe at it.

I shuddered, a fresh wave of intense orgasm washed over me as his hot skillful tongue twirled inside of me.

When he was done lapping me clean, he released my weak legs and moved up to cup my damp face in his big paws.

“Are you okay, cara ?” He asked, cleaning the tears of pleasure from my cheeks. Butterflies fluttered in my tummy at the kind gesture.

“I think.” I smiled, weakly. Never again would I date a man incapable of giving me an orgasm. Vincenzo had set the bar too high and I feared I may be ruined for other men.

He held me in his strong arms, the scent of his manly musk intoxicated me. We were cuddled up this way for many seconds until abruptly, he moved away.

“I have a business to take care of in Las Vegas tonight.” He announced. I sat up quickly, surprised and strangely unhappy by the news.

“Oh don’t worry, my doll. You’re coming with me along with some handcuffs and a hard leather belt.”

I looked away, blushing hard at his words. But then, my fluffy mood changed when my worries resurfaced.

“What is it?” He asked, his beautiful eyes scanning my face.

I hesitated before speaking, “I want to speak with my sister.”

It felt like many seconds before he replied, “You can send her a text.”

I frowned. “I have to speak with her, Vince. It’s been three days now. She must worried that I’m missing. You don’t want the police tracing my disappearance to you, do you?”

I don’t know what I expected Vincenzo’s reaction to be but it was certainly not the humorless laughter that filled the room.

“What’s so funny?” I gritted, moving off the bed. I was completely naked and he shamelessly took a good look at my curvy body.

“Trace you to me?” He lifted his brows up and shook his head with a cold look in his eyes. “Let me make it clear that if I don’t want you found, you’ll never be found. I have killed hundreds of men and hid their cold bodies in the earth.” He stood up and towered over me. “And none were ever declared missing.” He added.

My heart made a painful twist in my chest as I realized he could do whatever he wanted to me and nobody would ever save me. Not even my family.

“I just need to call her and let her know I’m okay.” I told him, calmly. He didn’t move an inch.

“Please! My foster mom could die of a heart attack if I’m declared missing!” I begged, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes.

One, two, three heart beats before he moved.

“You’ll call her after a much needed breakfast.” He mumbled. He leaned towards me, his lips coming closer to mine. I thought he was going to kiss me but instead, he walked away, leaving me all alone in his pleasure room.

Vincenzo kept his word. After a bearable breakfast with him, he presented me my phone. It had cracks on it now but it didn’t matter to me, I only wanted Joyce to know I was okay.

“Thank you. I’ll be quick..” I said, hastily, getting up to leave the dinning room but I was restricted by his sudden hold on my wrist.

“Make the call here and now.” He growled, his eyes all cold like he was just my captor and not the man that gave me three orgasms an hour ago.

I pulled my hand away and moved back to my seat. I took in a deep breath before dialing Joyce.

“Joyce?” I whimpered as soon as I heard her voice.

“Jessie!? Oh my God! Where are you!?” She squealed. “Hold on, its Jessica, don’t print the next batch.”

Oh goodness, they were already printing my missing posters.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I just left Chicago for a while.” I lied.

“You left Chicago? Why? Where are you exactly?”

“L.A. Toby called, he uh…” I looked up at Vincenzo, he was watching me. “He said he was sorry, he gave me some money as farewell gift so I just booked a flight for a vacation.” My eyes were blurry with tears. I hated lying. Especially to my family.

“And you didn’t think to tell me? I thought you were missing, I’ve already filed a complaint and we are in the middle of printing your posters!” She snapped.

“What about mom?” I squeaked, sniffing back tears.

Joyce exhaled. “I couldn’t tell her. I just hope you’d call and thank God you did.”

I wiped off my tears and blew out a shaky breath. God, I was a mess. “I’ll be back soon, Joyce. I promise. Take care of Mom.”

“What? No! Come home now! I don’t want you dealing with things alone!”

“I’m okay Joyce, I promise.”

“Jess? No, wait--.” And that was the last thing I heard from my sister before I ended the call.

I dropped the phone on the table and broke into fat sobs.

“Finish your cake. We’re flying to Las Vegas in an hour.” I heard Vincenzo say before he left me again, all alone, in tears.