The Surrender of the Twin Dons Chapter 06

The Surrender of the Twin Dons Chapter 06

Luciana’s pov

The days crawled by, each one a slow burn.

Ten days without Vincenzo, and the silence was almost peaceful.

Salvatore never showed his face.

That night felt like a fever dream. Sometimes I wondered if the possessive Don had ever existed at all.

Friday afternoon, Vincenzo called. Said he’d be back in Manhattan that night.

Told me to wait for him at the Rizzo estate.

I packed a bag, took a cab to the sprawling manor house.

After a shower, I curled up on the living room sofa to wait, and must have drifted off to sleep.

The click of the front door jolted me awake.

I blinked sleepily, pushing myself up—caught a tall silhouette stepping into the lamplight.

Then came that scent. Cold pine.

My heart seized.

He dropped closer. No glasses.

Exactly like that night.

I knew. This was Salvatore.

I held out my open palms, silently begging for his embrace.

As he leaned down, I rose on my toes and nipped his jaw, my voice thick with feigned drowsiness.

“Took you long enough… I fell asleep waiting.”

Salvatore’s breath hitched.

The arms wrapping around me clamped like iron, crushing me against him until a small gasp slipped from my lips.

I buried my face in his neck, sinking my teeth into his skin. “Ow… you’re hurting me again. I just healed. Be nice tonight, Vincenzo…”

“Who am I?”

His fingers clamped my chin.

I couldn’t twist free. Forced to meet his eyes.

His hot breath fanned across my nose, then descended—capturing my mouth.

The kiss started soft. Then turned savage.

“Miss me?”

His thumb pressed my jaw, prying me open for him to plunder deeper.

“Yeah…”

I mumbled against his lips.

Salvatore demanded, “Who’d you miss? Say it.”

“Missed Vincenzo…”

Pain bloomed on my bottom lip—he bit down, hard.

“Lucia…”

Tears spilled down my cheeks. I glanced up at him, eyes stinging with hurt.

But “Vincenzo” never made it out. His mouth crashed over mine again, stealing my air, my resistance.

When he finally pinned me, claimed me completely, he cradled my face, thumbs brushing away the wetness under my eyes.

“Luciana. Ask you again. What do you call me?”

I sobbed, helpless. “Babe…”

“Babe…”

Even when he drove me over the edge, his rough, ragged groan burned hot against my ear—”You like me doing this to you?”

I choked on a cry, tried to shake my head, yet his kisses clouded my mind entirely. I nodded.

Salvatore gentled, kissing me slowly.

“Then I’ll do this to you every night from now on, yeah?”

“I’ll get hurt… it’s too intense…”

“You’ve never been this rough with me before…”

He gathered me against his chest. “Did I hurt you tonight?”

I shook my head without thinking.

It had been rougher than that first night—but it hadn’t hurt. Not once.

“Then tell me. Did it feel good?”

I bit my lip hard, my face flaming.

My body didn’t lie.

I couldn’t deny it—Salvatore had given me a high Vincenzo never could.

Maybe it was the forbidden thrill. Or maybe…

I’d never really loved Vincenzo. Not when all that was left now was fear. And revulsion.

I tipped my chin up, voice barely audible. “It felt… good…”

Satisfaction blazed in Salvatore’s eyes, then flared into something far darker and hungrier.

“Luciana.”

He rolled on top of me again, lacing our fingers together.

“From now on… only with me. Understand?”

I let out a breathy laugh. “Of course it’s only you, no one else. Do you get it? Vincen—”

“Don’t say his name.” Salvatore’s voice dropped to a lethal rasp.

“What’s wrong with you? Acting weird…”

He released my hands, covering my eyes with his palm.

“Luciana. I like it when you call me Babe.”

“Every time you say it, I lose control.”

“Call me that from now on.”

I melted into obedience. “Okay.”

“Babe.”