Revenge Vows: A Forced Marriage Mafia Romance (Ruthless Mafia Sinners)

“I don’t like her,” Vivian huffs as I walk her to her car. “Did you see how she spoke to me? I don’t trust her. You have to get rid of her,” she says, stopping and turning to me.

I sigh. “I apologize,” I say.

She pouts as she meets my eyes, holding onto her bag.

“You aren’t really married to her, are you?” she asks, searching my face.

“Vivian, I’ll handle this. You should go home and get some rest,” I say.

She clings to my arm. “Why aren’t you answering? Are you really married to her?” she asks.

I gently pull her away from me. “What does it matter to you? You broke off our engagement, didn’t you?”

She sighs. “You’re still salty about that? You acted like you didn’t care then,” she says.

I sigh. “Whatever, Vivian. Let me know when you get home,” I say dismissively.

“I wasn’t sure if you loved me,” she says immediately.

I stop in my tracks, and she grabs my arms.

“You were always so polite and gentle, treating me like a baby sister. I wanted a lover whom I could bicker and fight with,” she says, looking at me.

I inhale. “So you broke off the engagement because I wouldn’t pick a fight?”

She groans and pulls me tighter. “I was foolish. Now I know that I was so wrong,” she says, leaning in. “I want you now so badly,” she says, running her fingers down my chest. I grab her hands and gently remove them.

“That ship sailed long ago, Vivian,” I say.

She pulls away, and her face contorts.

“So, what now? Do you want to continue messing around with that nobody? She’s a mere plaything. Isn’t it too much to reject me because of her?” she says through quivering lips.

“Please, Vivian, go home,” I mutter.

She laughs. “My family and yours have a long-standing partnership. Rejecting me threatens that, don’t you think?” she asks.

I turn to her, finally fed up. “You’re back because you saw he wasn’t worth it, aren’t you?” I say.

She fights to keep a straight face. “What are you talking about?”

“The rando you left me for.” I inhale. “You think I didn’t look into it? I have eyes all over the city. Vivian. There are pictures of both of you in hotels and malls.”

She swallows and looks away.

I sigh. “Go home, Vivian, and don’t come here anymore. I’ll visit your family if there is ever a need to,” I say.

“I—I love you, Antonio,” she whispers with tears in her eyes as I walk away.

I know she does love me. But she is a Montgomery, and like the Russos, they hate losing. As I walk back into the house, I meet Donatello and Bunny who were watching us.

I turn to Bunny. “You’re pushing it,” I say to him.

He feigns surprise. “Why are you so grumpy, brother? I only invited my almost sister-in-law for a visit.”

Donatello sighs. “You just had to put on a show, didn’t you?” he tells me.

“Bringing that woman into the house is a horrible idea, brother,” he says.

“I mean, he can handle it, can’t he?” Bunny says caustically.

“Watch it,” Donatello shoots at him.

“She’s my wife. Why wouldn’t she be allowed to roam the house?” I ask quietly.

Donatello’s eyes narrow in disbelief.

“What are you on about?” he asks.

“You wouldn’t have your wife locked up in a dark room, would you?” I say casually.

Donatello’s face hardens.

“Donatello, take over my meeting at the club tonight and report back to me. Bunny, you’re on patrol,” I say.

“Why do I have to be on patrol? I should be like ‘Tello and get to go to the meeting,” Bunny asks.

I turn to Donatello. “Good luck with your first meeting. If Bunny doesn’t clock in to patrol, have him locked up in the basement.”

Bunny’s face crinkles in rage, and Donatello mumbles, asking how long we will keep fighting.

I turn and make my way to the person I want to see.

I storm into her room to see her by the windows looking outside.

She turns to me with a smile as I walk in.

“I thought it was taking you too long to come back to me,” she says.

She has changed from the dress she had on in the hallway. Now, she is clad in only a white T-shirt that stops way above her knees. And her long hair hangs just below the shirt. It looks like a river of reddish-brown silk that shimmers even in the low light in the room.

The white T-shirt is made of transparent material that shows her nipples aroused and poking out.

“What was the stunt you pulled down there?” I ask.

“I should be asking you that! I thought you said you were a man of honor,” she says.

I walk over to her and grab her hands.

“You wouldn’t know anything about being honorable,” I say, looking into her eyes.

She pulls her hands away with strength that I do not expect of her.

“You had men three times my size bind me and keep me captive. I am not a pushover. I am just in an unfortunate situation,” she says between her teeth.

Her fierceness sends blood pumping to my crotch.

“You still belong to me,” I remind her.

“And as long as I am your ‘toy’, as your former lover says, I insist on respect. I won’t let you play around under my nose when you put this on my finger,” she says, lifting the ring.

“You think I owe you loyalty?” She gives no reply. “I can have you and as many other playthings as I like,” I say.

The fierce look on her face fades away, and slowly, she reaches over and pulls the shirt over her head, revealing her naked body. She is perfect, long-legged, wide-hipped, with breasts that are just the perfect size.

“Then let me be your favorite plaything, at least,” she says firmly. Something about her pleading and bossing me around in the same breath is extremely intoxicating. She places her hands on my chest and trails them over my body. Her touch, in contrast to Vivian’s, sends waves of desire down my spine.

“Are you certain you can handle having my full attention?” I ask.

“I’ll handle anything as long as you return to me,” she promises me.

I scan her face. Her eyes are huge in her face, and dark with desire. As I stare at her, she licks her lips, and my dick leaps at the sight.

“What’s with this change?” I ask her. I wonder if her meeting with Giovanni has anything to do with it. She doesn’t respond to me. She just drops to her knees, unzips my pants, and takes me in her mouth.

Wet warmth surrounds the head of my cock, and I feel her tongue slowly making circles. I reach out with both hands and grip the back of her hair as I look down at her. Her mouth begins to move up and down my shaft, and the sound of her moans as she sucks fill the room.

I start to feel my balls tightening. She releases me and looks up at me.

“Do you like this? Am I pleasing you?”

I don’t reply to her. I just push her head back down toward my cock in response.

She wraps her mouth around me without hesitation, and the pleasure is intense. I know that can’t last much longer.

“Fuck,” I moan as my body jerks and the first blast of hot cum pumps into her throat. She gags and swallows, and the sound is as intoxicating as the sight of her naked and waiting for me.

By the time she lifts her mouth from my softening cock, she has managed to suck out what feels like every drop of cum my balls held. She kisses my palm as I stroke her face.

She stands up to her full height, walks to the bed, and stretches her body out on the sheets invitingly. As I watch her, she takes her slim fingers and plays with herself, her little teeth nipping into her full lower lip.

“God, I want you now,” she says to me, her voice husky and deeper than usual.