But I want him to let go.
“You don’t have to be gentle, Bruno,” I whisper, my breath tousling his hair softly. “You can fuck me however you want to.”
And that’s all it takes. Permission granted.
His teeth sink into my skin while his hands grope at my breasts, squeezing my nipples between his fingers while his cock slides in and out of me faster and faster. “Fuck, I’ve thought about this so many times, mia passerotta,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “I’ve thought about how badly I wanted to touch you, fill you up with my cock.”
“Harder,” I breathe, scarcely able to form coherent thoughts as I lose myself in the swift rhythm of his thrusts. My pussy clenches with every movement, tightening around his cock. Bruno reaches down between my legs to massage my clit with two fingers, making me scream in pleasure. His other hand comes up to cup over my mouth while he fucks me mercilessly, making my pussy ache with every powerful push. Finally, I feel my pleasure mounting to a climax and I cry out, orgasming against him. He moves faster and his fingers don’t relent, even as I try to pull away from the overstimulation. He isn’t going to give me a break. Not at all.
I come again and again, tears burning in my eyes as I toss my head back and twist the sheets in my fists. “Oh god, it feels so fucking good,” I pant.
“I want to fill you up with my come, baby,” Bruno growls. “I want to pump you full.”
“Do it,” I reply, with a daring tone. “Please. I want your come inside me!”
With a few short, rapid thrusts, Bruno comes. “Fuck, Serena!” he shouts. His cock pulses with jet after jet of thick, hot come, filling me up while I orgasm again. He fucks into me a few more times and then collapses next to me, peppering my face with kisses.
We lie there breathing heavily for a few minutes, just soaking in the magical afterglow. He pulls me into his arms and holds me there, both of us totally silent and content. If this is a dream, then I never, ever want to wake up again. This is perfect. This is… paradise.
Finally, I make the suggestion that we should shower off. I slip out of his arms and prance across the room, feeling his hot seed slipping down my thighs mingled with my own juices. “Come on,” I beckon flirtatiously. “Let’s get wet again.”
Bruno sits up and smiles at me, lighting a fire inside my heart yet again. “I’ll be there in a minute. I promise.” But just then, there’s the buzz of a cell phone going off. I wait in the doorway of the en suite bathroom while Bruno gets up to check it. His face pales slightly, and his smile fades away.
“What… what is it?” I ask, a little worried.
Bruno looks up at me, a pained expression on his handsome face. “I was summoned by the Capo.” My heart drops into my stomach. Is Bruno in trouble with the Mafia?
And if so… was it my fault?
BRUNO
T he scent of her is still on me when I get into the car. It’s something that’s going to be on me all day, I know, and I’ll remember it even longer. And when I see her next, what’s to stop me from getting her on me all over again?
My eyes flick down to my phone before I stuff it into my pocket and check behind me to pull out into the road.
When I first saw the message, I wanted to crush the phone in my bare hand and throw the remains out the window. My instinct was to tear down anything that would dare step in and interrupt what I was having with Serena. And under any other circumstance, that’s just what I would have done. But this message came from the very thing that forced us to be apart. It was one thing that I hated more than anything, but I knew it was also the only thing that would make sure she could be safe.
My bosses. The mafia.
This message came from Diego Milani, to be precise, a capo. The capos are the guys who manage enforcers and associates like me in our business. I’ve known Diego as long as I’ve been involved with these men. A message from someone like him means either something very good or very bad.
And considering what happened back at Serena’s shop, I have a feeling I’m about to get chewed out. I don’t care. I did what I had to for Serena’s protection, and that’s all my whole career has been about. That’s all I acted for.
Is it, though?
I grip the steering wheel as I move through traffic, trying not to let my thoughts distract me. My mind flashes back to Serena on that bed, me tearing her clothes away, the feeling of her bare skin in my hands, the way my bare cock felt sinking into her to the hilt…
My manhood starts to swell between my legs. Just the thought of her stirs up a beast within me I can hardly control. And that’s the problem. Everything I’m doing with these thugs is to give her a chance at life. I’ve done terrible things to make sure she’ll be kept safe, out of all this ugly business.
I gave up my life to protect her, but I can’t protect her from myself.
When I was a teenager, I let the fire in my soul rule me. I did what I felt was right, what I wanted. Serena makes me feel like that all over again, no matter how much the short years tried to snuff that fire out. It’s dangerous. She makes me dangerous.
I feel a smile tug at my stony face as I pull up on the side of the road. I’ve beaten men down with my bare hands, fought off seasoned enforcers in knife-fights, and rained gunfire on rivals, but this woman who barely stands to my chest makes me more dangerous than any of them.
I climb out of the car and head around the side of the building to step into the room we “rent” at the back of this liquor store. It’s been a place we use for last-minute meetings for a while, and the owner is an associate of ours. It’s not a bad deal for him. He gets a break from protection money in exchange for letting a few musclebound Italians meet in the back of his store. I have my gun on me. I know it’ll get taken, but it’s a formality to show that I’m never unready.
In my business, you could come out of a meeting with your boss with a promotion or in a body bag.
When I get up to the door, there’s a man outside it waiting for me. I’ve seen him before, but I don’t know his name. He just nods to me and opens the door to usher me in. My eyes regard him carefully as I step inside, but he’s relaxed. When a man’s about to fight, he has tells, like a gambler about to lie. I’ve gotten good at recognizing them. A twitch of the finger, legs poised a certain way. You can even see it in the eyes.
But as I walk through the door, he just closes it behind me and gestures for me to hold my arms out. I smile.
“Diego’s not that jumpy, is he?” I ask as he takes the gun from me and pats me down for any other weapons.