Page 51 of Sacred Blood

Gabriella. You have one job to do. Answer the phone I gave you when I message or call.

In spite of myself, imagining him giving me that cold doctor look of his while he scolded me made me chuckle. Grabbing my wine glass, I downed the remainder of the contents. I really should feel bad about not answering right away, but amping him up from this safe distance was entertaining.

You are a very bad girl, piccina, and you will pay for your insolence when I see you next.

Even through a written message, his words had power. As I read, I heard the dark growl of his voice vibrating through me, sending a zing of electricity straight to my clit.

His last message, Should I give you a list of how I’m going to punish you? was from over an hour ago.

Shit! Now I felt bad for not answering.

I pressed the phone icon and waited while it rang, but there was no answer. Crap! I hustled into the house to find Vincent. “I can’t get a hold of Tano. Can you message him and ask him to call me?”

“He just rang and said he will be here in two hours,” Vincent told me, adding without expression, “When he arrives, he would like you in his office, waiting for him in your outfit.”

Embarrassment flooded my face with heat as I fumbled for a reply that would restore my dignity, and failed to find one

Vincent observed my reaction impassively. “I see you understand his message. May I suggest you go and prepare yourself? He sounded angry.”

I was in so much trouble! Unwilling to reveal any more of my discomfort, I thanked him for the message and asked that my dinner be brought to my room. My mind was going in a billion directions at once. This wasn’t the relaxed mini-vacay I’d imagined while being driven back here several hours ago.

Not only had I spent the day lounging in the sun, but I’d drunk wine all afternoon and I was definitely tipsy. Would that be a bad thing? Did he tolerate drunken fiancés? My dinner was delivered, but my nerves kept me from eating. Instead, I headed to the bathroom to take a long bubble bath and shave all my bits baby-smooth. Afterwards, I showered and washed my hair, arranging it in two long ponytails. We’d discussed what was expected in our playtime and that was to be clean, shaven, and dressed appropriately for the scene. Maybe when he saw how obediently I followed this directive, he would forgive my ignoring him all afternoon. Unlikely, but maybe.

We hadn’t repacked the outfits I’d brought and instead added them to his closet. They hung on the rack with a few other items of mine, the innocuous garments standing out, almost a mockery of how much shit I was sure I was in.

I put on the outfit and went back to the bathroom to apply light pink lipstick and mascara. My entire outfit was a sexier version of a school uniform. My tits looked amazing in the shirt and push-up bra I wore.

The plaid mini, knee-highs, and Mary Jane heels completed the outfit. I had naturally youthful features, and could easily pass for fifteen in the school outfit. I hoped he liked it. We had planned to do this role play on the weekend, but we never really left the bedroom. Now was our chance, although I wasn’t as enthusiastic about it as before, for obvious reasons.

Glancing at my food, now cold, I left it on the tray. Grabbing the bottle of water instead, I snuck down the stairs and into Tano’s office, breathing a sigh of relief that my guards hadn’t seen me in the schoolgirl get-up.

Chugging back half the contents, I placed the bottle on the coffee table and moseyed to the only corner not filled with stuff. I tucked my skirt into the waistband so my school-issued tighty-whities were on display and assumed the position I knew he wanted. With my head bent and my hands behind my back, I waited for him to arrive.

Chapter Twelve

Gaetano

I’d been texting Gaby all afternoon with no response and while I prided myself on never losing my temper, I was ready to blow a gasket. After all the considerable stresses of my life, both as a surgeon and a Vitale, it was that little brat with the power to affect me beyond my ability to control. Was it normal to want to strangle her while simultaneously protecting her from the world? I was sure this was some kind of twisted love-obsession thing that I wished had never happened, yet now that it had, I couldn’t imagine my life any other way.

I finally gave in and messaged Vincent directly. She was swimming and had been for a while, explaining why she never answered my messages. That eased the tight knot in my chest, but that didn’t mean my willful Gabriella was out of danger.

“Tell her I want her in the special outfit she packed and waiting in my office.”

“Yes, boss.”

I rubbed my hands, imagining her soft, supple body beneath them.

“Something to share, brother?” Romeo inquired with a crooked smile.

“No,” I said, standing. “Your men are fine and as I have places to be, I’ll take my leave.” Laughter echoed, following me down the hall as I made a hasty retreat.

By the time I arrived at my home in the Hamptons, it was 9 p.m. I was hungry, but no amount of food could satisfy me the way licking Gaby’s sweet pussy would.

I checked in with my men and made my way to my office. Opening the door, I found my naughty nurse exactly where she should be, in the corner, her gorgeous ass on display. Her panties rode high, and a light pink still glowed on her backside from the attention it received this morning.

My cock tented my pants at the sight of her in that outfit. “You have been a naughty girl, Gabriella.” I moved behind her and ran my hands down her tucked arms. “Haven’t you?” I whispered close to her ear.

Goosebumps rose on her skin and her pulse at the base of her neck spiked, but I didn’t need to see those things to know she was turned on. I could smell her excitement.