***WARNING | BRIEF STEAMY SCENE***
*Alberto’s POV*
“Are you fūcking listening to me?” I asked her as I gripped her breāst tightly over her top.
“Si, Padrino.” She purred, grinding her hips on my erection. “I want your cōck now.” She begged, raking her hands through my hair before pulling my head back so she could press her lips to mine.
I pulled away, kissing her neck, groaning against it as I continued rubbing myself against her. “You don’t deserve my cōck.” I informed her as my hand slipped between her legs, immediately finding her pūssy bare for me. I pulled her dress over her asš, letting it settle around her waist before pulling her away from the door and walking her to my desk, all while she took my neck into her mouth. I threw her on top of my paperwork before pushing whatever she wasn’t on top of off the desk.
“Padrino.” She moaned as she held me in place, leaning over her and settled between her legs. “That’s my cōck.” She said in a lustful voice as she pulled my tucked shirt out of my pants while she licked and sucked my neck.
I reached for her clīt, pulling on the piercing, making her spread her legs while her body trembled under me. “Sembra che continui a dimenticare qualcosa.” (Italian for “You seem to keep forgetting something.”) I told her, releasing her clīt and pulling away.
She tried reaching for me, but I gripped her wrist, pulling her off the desk and turning her around roughly. Gripping her wrists behind her back with one hand, I pushed her back on the desk and smacked her asš, making her cry out my name.
“I’m the boss. In the business, in our relationship, and with everything that has to do with you.” I grunted as another smack landed on her asš.
“Per favore, Padrino.” She squirmed, pushing her asš back.
“Please what?” I continued tormenting her as another spanking resounded in the office. You’d think she couldn’t take any more spankings, but my little angel lived for the pain. Clearly.
“Fūck me.” She panted out while I rubbed my covered cōck against her asš, leaning over to whisper in her ear.
“Will you be a good girl if I do?” I asked her, knowing damn well she wouldn’t, but just hearing her promise it had me dripping with arousal.
She nodded, earning another strike on her bright red asš. “Fūck.” She cried out.
“That’s right, angel. Use your words.” I murmured in her ear, making her moan. “Now answer me.”
“Yes.” She whimpered out, causing me to pulse inside my pants.
“Yes what?” I hissed, rocking my hips against her delicious butt.
“Yes, I will be a good girl.” She replied, looking over her shoulder as I gripped her neck, claiming her lips hungrily.
My angel darted her tongue into my mouth, trying to fight for dominance, but my grip around her neck forced her to check herself. She knew better than to try to take what was clearly my control.
I sucked on her tongue and choked the life out of her, showing her exactly who owned her completely. I growled into her mouth when her hand gripped my crotch, making me tighten my hold on her wrists. Her defiance and sexūal drive drove me crazy. I never thought of meeting the perfect woman, but here she fūcking was.
My angel kept me on my toes. She drove me crazy in all ways and I loved it. I didn’t like weak females. Not that I ever really connected with someone on any level to know exactly what I liked and craved in a lifetime counterpart. I knew I was a dominant man, but I never showed care for any of my lays until I had my angel. Now I wanted to dominate her until submission, even if she never fully submitted while I took care of her needs as well.
“Angel.” I grunted, releasing her wrists as her skilled hands unbuckled and unzipped my pants. Her mastery and finesse in unleashing me all while her hands were behind her back turned my cōck into a beggar. Fūck me. Control will not slip away from me today. Not fūcking today.
The hand around her neck, moved to the back of her head, pushing her flat against the desk before I reached to tease her slippery cūnt. She squirmed under my touch, earning her another hard slap on the same sensitive cheek. “Stay still, angel. Daddy wants to eat.” I informed her as I pulled my hard cōck out, stroking it while I sunk to my knees.
“Fūck!” Was all you could hear coming from her lips as I feasted on her golden pūssy.
*Penelope’s POV*
I was pacing the room in annoyance when one of the mean and muscular looking guys opened the door, dropping off my bag at the entrance of the room.
“Hold your horses, Iron Man!” I yelled just as the door closed. “Damn you.” I grumbled into the now empty room. I exhaled to keep from banging on the door again. At least he brought me my stuff like I had requested, right?
I grabbed my bag and placed it on the bed, roaming through it to grab something to wear. Not that I had places to go because of that caveman. I don’t even get what the hell was the big deal if I wasn’t someone important in the family.
I grabbed the first crop top I found and then picked the black ripped jeans before throwing them on my shoulder. Next, I pulled out a black lace thong and my toiletry bag before making my way to the bathroom. I placed my things on the counter, pulling out my toothbrush and toothpaste immediately. I couldn’t shower without brushing my teeth first. I cringed at the idea of having morning breath for over thirty minutes.
After brushing my teeth, I flossed and tossed a cup of mouthwash in my mouth, swishing it from side to side in my mouth before spitting it out. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled before swiping my tongue along my outer teeth. “Perf.” I whispered to myself and proceeded to clean everything up.
Once everything was put away, I grabbed everything I needed for my shower and walked over to it. It was quite the shower, if I may add. I didn’t have a bathroom in my bedroom at Isa’s estate because I was there to work, but even the shower I shared with most of the other staff, was half the size of this bathroom. The shower was your typical size, nothing like this one. This one could fit about twenty people, but I couldn’t test that theory to confirm the exact number.
I shook my head as I grabbed the knob, turning the water on before placing my bathroom products on a little bench inside of the shower. I stripped free of my clothes as I let the water warm up. I hugged my body awkwardly when I was completely naked as I waited. “Oh! A towel!” I shouted to myself as I looked around the large bathroom. “Where does this asšhole keep his spare towels?” I grumbled to myself as I walked toward the sink.
I quickly grabbed the cabinet door under the sink, pulling it open and bending down to search inside. As soon as I was fully bent and exposed, I heard the door open and a light breeze caress my bare pūssy, making me squeal and jump before cursing when I hit my head with the top of the cabinet.
“Cazzo.” A voice groaned from behind me, making me panic even further. What the hell was Edgardo doing back so soon? Didn’t he have shīt to get done?
I stood up quickly, covering my body while ignoring the desire to rub my aching head. “Cosa stai facendo qui?” (Italian for “What are you doing here?”) I asked him as his eyes raked my barely covered body. Of course, the towels were nowhere to be found and my hands were too small for my breāsts, especially since I could only use one while the other covered my pūssy.
“This is my bathroom.” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest, looking like he had no intention of moving.
“But can you like wait outside? I was here first.” I mumbled while I still looked around, hoping to find the towel.
“Looking for towels?” He asked me with a smirk.
“Yes.” I replied in annoyance.
“I never have guests, so I don’t keep spare towels in here. But you could always use mine, since I rarely use it anyway. I prefer air drying.” He stated as he walked closer into the bathroom, making my breath hitch.
“Wh-hat are-e yo-ou doi-ing?” I panted as he leaned over me.
“Grabbing the towel, little girl.” He smirked, looking down at me.
I wanted to punch him for his little nickname, but that would require leaving all my goodies out in the open. He grabbed the towel from a rack behind me before pulling away, handing me the towel.
“Thank you.” I mumbled, quickly grabbing it after turning sideways, not that it did much. He definitely saw me before I could wrap the towel around my body. “Aren’t you going to leave?” I asked him in annoyance.
“No.” He replied with a shrug.
“Why—” I was asking when I noticed the blood on his neck and clothes. “What the hell happened to you?” I asked him as I moved closer to him to inspect him.
“Your friend.” He smiled, taking in my concerned state before I cleared my throat and pulled away.
“Oh.” I mumbled lowly, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit. Insane how much I didn’t recognize the new shy side of me when I was around this man. “She hurt you?” I asked with brows furrowed when his words sunk in. That did sound like Isa though. Extremely hotheaded.
“No. She shot one of our guys and I had to get him into one of the spare rooms to be checked out by a doctor.” He stated as he leaned forward, grabbing a hand towel from God knows where.
Well, maybe I could have dried myself with those tiny things, but it would have taken a lifetime.
I watched him open the faucet before placing the hand towel underneath the water. “Let me help you.” I whispered, grabbing the towel out of his hand. “Go sit on the toilet.” I knew he wasn’t injured and didn’t need assistance, but I couldn’t help wanting to be closer to him and smelling his delicious scent.
Surprisingly, he didn’t put up a fight and made his way to the toilet. I squeezed the excess water out of the hand towel before making my way to him. His eyes raked my body as I walked toward him, making me feel like I was completely naked. I swallowed, stopping in between his legs before raising my shaky hand to his neck. Damn my sudden nerves at being close to this man.
“I could always shower with you.” He broke the silence, biting his lips and placing his hands on my waist, heating my entire body like seasoned chicken thrown into a frying pan.
“Funny.” I chuckled nervously as his eyes looked up, locking with mine, making my breath hitch again.
“Why is that funny, little girl?” He questioned with a raised brow, forcing my teeth to clench tightly together. I pulled my hand away, ready to walk off and let him handle his shīt alone, but he gripped my wrist tightly, holding it in place. “Don’t leave.”
“Stop calling me little girl.” I scowled as I rubbed his neck roughly, making him chuckle again. My intention was to hurt him, not make him laugh.
“I like getting you mad though.” He said while I rolled my eyes at him. Well, that would make sense why he kept on with the nickname.
“Gee thanks.” I replied sarcastically. “But could you bully someone else? I have had enough to last me a lifetime.” I mumbled, forcing him to go serious.
“What do you mean?” He asked, squeezing my waist with the hand that wasn’t still wrapped around my wrist.
“Nothing.” I exhaled as I finished cleaning the rest of the blood.
We stood there in silence for a few more seconds before I handed him the small towel. “Done.”
“Thank you, little girl.” He replied, making my jaw tick as I closed my eyes.
I felt the moment that he stood on his feet and his face approached mine. I kept my eyes closed in fear. In fear because I wanted to convince myself that what I wanted was to punch him across the face, but I knew deep down that I just wanted to feel his soft lips against mine once more.
“What are you going to do about it?” He asked in my ear, making my body quiver. Honest to God, his voice alone could take me to orgāsm.
I tried to control my breathing as I felt his lips hover over my jaw. “Cat’s got your tongue, little girl?” He asked, forcing me to open my eyes and push my fists against his chest.
“Stop fūcking calling me little girl!” I hissed, glaring at him in anger.
“Why?” He asked with a chuckle, but his eyes held no humor.
“Because you and I both know I’m not a little girl.” I replied through gritted teeth.
“I don’t know anything.” He informed me seriously as my molars ground against each other.
“Asšhole.” I spat out about to turn again when he grabbed my wrists, forcing me to stay in place.
“Prove you aren’t a little girl.” He whispered as his eyes bounced between mine, making me swallow hard. “Prove it.” He repeated, but I had no clue what he was talking about. “Show me that I shouldn’t mess with you because you really aren’t a little girl.”
I felt anger spread through my body as I pushed him back. “I don’t need to prove shīt.” I informed him before shoving him back again, making him laugh. “Stop fūcking laughing at me!” I yelled, lifting my fist, ready to connect it with his face when he wrapped his unnecessarily large hand around it, forcing it to stop mid-way.
“That’s the fire I want to see in you.” He murmured, pulling me into his arms.
My heart knocked against my ribcage frantically as I looked at him in confusion. “Are you crazy?” I questioned in annoyance as he smirked.
“I like my women feisty.” He replied, making me scoff.
“What do I care?” I mumbled, knowing damn well that I was interested in finding out about everything that he liked.
“You don’t care?” He asked, faking offense.
I cleared my throat, getting ready to chew his asš out because he was giving me whiplash when he grabbed my neck, forcing my face closer to his. “Let’s see if you really don’t care.” His warm breath mingled in the air as goosebumps filled my body before he crashed his lips on mine.
Fūcking soft lips that drove me crazy. I’m so doomed it isn’t even funny.