The Italian Dom by N.J. Adel
CHAPTER 22
Domenico
I wasn’t sure what we were doing here, and what this dump had to do with marrying Nicky or not. “I’m guessing this place gets fully booked months ahead so you got us here to grab a slot for the wedding before it’s too late?”
Tino snorted, his hands in his pockets so they wouldn’t get dirty, his steps careful on the smashed wood and rubble. “You like the place?”
My instincts were on high alert as my eyes roamed this literally Godforsaken hole. In my world, men didn’t meet at forsaken places unless it was for secrets or blood. After our last conversation, after I’d given him my word, blood couldn’t be Tino’s intention. Still, nothing was impossible, and I really didn’t like staying here a second longer. “È davvero bello. Stupendo. But the wedding will be in San Francisco. Can we go?”
“Trust me, you want to stay.”
“Why?”
“I told you. I know the way Nicole thinks like the back of my hand, and if I’m not mistaken,” he pointed at the semi-shattered door at the right corner of this abandoned chapel, “she’ll be coming through that door any minute now.”
My brows hooked. “Same question. Why?”
His phone chimed. When he took it out of his pocket and checked it, he smirked. “Come see for yourself.”
I strode toward him, impatient. What was with all the fucking suspense? He played a video on his phone and showed it to me. “Isn’t this your fiancé?”
My scowl deepened as I watched Nicky in an elevator clutching a duffle bag. “I don’t recognize this place in your mansion. Where is she? Is she even allowed out?”
“She isn’t, but she did it anyway.”
“You mean she left without permission as in—”
“Running away? Yes. That’s exactly what’s happening here, Dom. Luckily for you, though, I knew exactly where she was heading. You’re welcome. Prego.”
“Cristo santo.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Nicky, Nicky, Nicky, che cazzo hai fatto?”
Tino put his phone away and crossed his arms over his chest. He let out a sound that was part chuckle part sigh. “When she’s yours, you gotta put her on a tight leash.”
My jaws hardened. My eyes glued to the fucking door. “Nothing wrong with that.”
“Sure thing. I had mine cuffed to my bed for weeks before she learned there was nowhere to go.”
I never intended to let mine out of my bed anyway.
A rumbling came from the basement followed by footsteps. Fury bubbled up inside me. First she tried to trick me, and now she wanted to run away from me. Not so fast, little kitten. We have a score to fucking settle, a list of punishments you’ll have to take, and like Tino taught your little sister her lesson, you’ll know there’s nowhere to go but into my arms forever.
I avoided the rubble and stalked toward the door, not making a sound. Then I hid behind the adjacent wall. Her footsteps approached, and I couldn’t wait to see the shock on her face. When the door screeched open, I came out of the shadows, surprising her.
She gasped and blanched. A deer caught in the headlights. Then she threw the duffle bag at me and dashed through the broken door.
With a chuckle, I rolled my eyes and darted after her. She didn’t make it down the stairs before I caught her in my arms.
She squirmed and jerked, elbowing me in the ribs. “Let me go!”
I hissed from the little pain she caused me, but my arms remained tight around her body. “Never.”
She stomped on my foot with all her strength, and I swore, my grip loosening a bit. She took advantage of it to duck and turn, her knee ready to smack my balls.
I caught her knee with one fist, though, my other fist on her throat. “Uh-uh. None of that.”
Her eyes bulged with rage and shock as she squeezed my wrist, pulling me off her neck. I pushed us forward and pressed her back against the nearest wall, my hand choking her, not hard enough to stop breathing but strong enough to show her who was in control.
Standing this close to her, feeling the heat of her body on me, filling my nose with her sweet scent, watching her gasping at my mercy, her breath catching after mine, her sexy tits rising and falling against my chest, I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her little pussy right here right now. I didn’t care if her father was up there or if this place used to be a place of God. My need to claim her, to show her I owned her, came from something primal, something darker than all the shades that tainted my soul.
“What are you gonna do?” she rasped, as if she could see it in my eyes, what I really wanted to do.
My fingers slid on her throat and down to her chest, close enough to feel her racing heartbeat banging against my palm, as if I was holding it in my grip. Then I nuzzled her neck and grazed the soft flesh with my teeth, my hard cock poking her stomach. “You know what happens to naughty girls like you?”
She quivered even though she tried to appear strong. “What, you’re gonna punish me?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Go ahead. It’s not like I can’t take a spanking.”
I shook my head, rubbing my nose against her skin, unable to have enough of her smell. “A spanking? For running away, disgracing your family, disgracing me? No, little kitten. Naughty girls like you get fucked in the ass.”
“You son of a bitch, if you even think about laying a fucking hand—”
I cupped her pussy, locking my gaze on her widened one. “You’ll what?” I rubbed two fingers over her pants slowly up and down. Her teeth clenched, and her whole body trembled. “You think you can fucking stop me if I decide to be inside you?” But I wouldn’t. Not just yet. We had a long journey ahead of us. I couldn’t ruin all the fun. We were only just beginning.
“Then why wouldn’t you? Go ahead. It’s not like I haven’t been raped before.”
“Rape?” I chuckled, dampness covering my fingers. She must be soaking her panties under my unwanted touch. “Trust me, little kitten, I’ll never have to rape you because you’ll be begging for my cock before you know it.”