Vegas Pete - A Mafia Romance (Completed)

Chapter 13: Part 1

A wave of sickness wrenched me from sleep. I stumbled toward the bathroom and threw up again, kneeling on the cold marble floor, too exhausted to get up. I shuddered. Vegas reached over me and flushed the toilet before stroking my hair back from my forehead. "Not that hot anymore, am I?" I laughed hoarsely. "That shouldn't have happened. I should have kept you safe." "You did." I gripped the toilet seat and staggered to my feet. Vegas's hands grasped my waist. "Maybe a bath will help." "I think I'll drown if I lie in the bathtub now." Vegas turned the water on in the tub while still holding me with one hand. The sky was turning gray over Bangkok. "We can take a bath together." I tried a teasing smile. "You just want to grab a feel." "I won't touch you while you are on Roofies." "A Capo with morals?" Vegas's face was serious. "I'm not Capo yet. And I have morals. Not many but a couple." "I'm only teasing," I whispered as I leaned my forehead against his naked chest. He rubbed my back and the motion sent a sweet tingling down into my core. I drew back and carefully walked over to the washbasin to brush my teeth and wash my face. Vegas shut the water off when the tub was almost full. Then he helped me out of my panties and got out of his boxer-shorts before he lifted me into the tub. I ducked my face under the water for a moment, hoping it would clear the remaining fog from my head. 

Vegas slid in behind me and pulled me back against his chest. His erection pressed against my thigh. I turned so I was facing Vegas and his length slid between my legs and brushed my entrance. I stiffened. Vegas would only have to push his hips upward to enter me. He groaned, gritted his teeth, then he reached between us and pushed his erection back so it rested against my thigh again and pulled me flat on his torso. "Some men would have taken advantage of the situation," I murmured. Vegas's jaw clenched. "I'm that kind of man, Pete. Don't kid yourself into believing I'm a good man. I'm neither noble nor a gentleman. I'm a cruel bastard." "Not to me." I pressed my nose against the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar, musky scent. Vegas kissed the top of my head. "It's better if you hate me. There's less chance of you getting hurt that way." What had I told him last night when I was out of it? Had I told him I'd fallen in love with him? I couldn't remember. "But I don't hate you." Vegas kissed my head again. I wished he'd say something. I wished he'd say that he... "You mentioned something Grace said to you." His voice was casual but tension gripped his body. "Something about fucking you bloody." "Oh, yeah. She said you'd hurt me, fuck me like an animal, fuck me bloody when she talked to me during our wedding reception. Scared me out of my mind." Then I frowned. "I think that guy last night almost said the same thing."

"Before I killed him he said one of the women who bought dope from him told him you were a skank who needed to be told a lesson. She gave him cash." I lifted my head. "Do you think it was Grace?" Vegas's eyes were like a stormy sky. "I'm sure it was her. The description fits and who else would have an interest in attacking you." "What are you going to do?" "I can't kill her, even if I want to cut her fucking throat, but that would cause too much trouble with her father and brother. I'll have to talk to them, though. Tell them they need to put her on a fucking leash or there won't be anymore money from us." "What if they refuse?" "They won't. Grace has been fucking things up for a long time. They'll probably ship her off to Europe or Asia for rehab or some shit like that." I kissed him but the tension didn't leave Vegas's body. "I can't stop thinking about what would have happened if Nop and Ken hadn't been there, if that fucker had gotten you out of the club. The thought of his dirty hands on you makes me want to kill him again. The thought that he might have..." He shook his head. I knew it wasn't because Vegas had emotions for me. He was possessive. He couldn't bear the thought that someone might have gotten his hands on me, that someone might have taken what Vegas considered his. Resignation filled me. "When Tay leaves in a few days, you can have me," I whispered against his throat. Vegas's hands stilled on my back. He didn't ask me if I was sure. I hadn't expected him to. Vegas had said it himself; he wasn't a good man.

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Tay and I had spent the last few days trying different cafés and restaurants, talking and laughing and shopping, but today Tay had to go back to Chiang Mai. My arms around him were tight as we stood in the departure hall. Tay needed to go through security soon but I didn't want to let him go. Not only because I'd miss him terribly but also because I was anxious about my promise to Vegas. I braced myself and took a step back from Tay. "Visit again soon, okay?" He nodded, his lips pressed together. "You call me every day, don't forget." "I won't," I promised. He backed away slowly, then turned and headed for the line at security. I waited until he walked through and disappeared from view. Vegas stood a few steps behind me. I rushed over to him and pressed my face against him. He stroked my back. "I thought we could grab dinner and then have a relaxing evening." He sounded hungry and excited, but not for food. "Sounds good," I said with a small smile. Something shifted in Vegas's face but then it was gone. I hadn't eaten much; my stomach was already churning. I didn't want to take any risks. Vegas pretended not to notice. He ate what I didn't. When we stepped back into our penthouse, I headed for the liquor cabinet, looking for some liquid courage, but Vegas gripped my wrist and pulled me against him. "Don't." He lifted me into his arms and carried me upstairs into our bedroom. When he set me down on the edge of the bed, my eyes found his crotch. He was already hard. Nerves twisted my insides. He wanted me. I wouldn't deny him, not tonight. 

Vegas climbed on the bed and I lay back, my palms flat against the blanket. His lips found mine, his tongue dipping in and I relaxed under his skillful mouth. This was good, familiar, comforting. My leg muscles loosened. Vegas ripped his mouth away from me and sucked my nipple into his mouth through the fabric of my dress. I cupped his head, letting his experienced ministrations carry away my fear. There was an urgency to his kisses and touches that I'd never felt before. He tugged at my dress and slid it down my body, leaving me in only my underwear. He took a moment to admire my body before he moved down and buried his face between my legs. With a growl, he gripped them and ripped them off, then tossed them away. His mouth was hot and demanding, but too quickly he stopped and thrust a finger into me. Then he stood abruptly and slipped out of his shirt before he removed his holder and pants. His body was taut with tension and his erection harder than I'd ever seen it. The raw hunger on his face sent a spike of fear through me. "You're mine." And then Vegas loomed over me, his knees parting my legs and his tip nudged against my entrance. My muscles seized up and I dug my nails into his shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut. This was too fast. He seemed barely in control. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, trying to let his smell calm me. Vegas didn't move, his erection still only lightly touching my entrance. "Pete," he said in low voice. "Look at me." I did. His gaze was hunger mixed with something gentler. I tried to focus on the gentle. For a long time we gazed at each other. He closed his eyes and lowered himself so his body was flush with mine. "I'm an asshole," he rasped. He kissed my cheek and my temple. Confusion filled me. "Why?" 

A/N: Last update for today and next chapter is going to be steamy !!! ^_^