***WARNING | STEAMY SCENE AHEAD***
*Alberto’s POV*
“If you don’t get out of there this damn second, I’m breaking this fūcking door down.” I muttered as I banged on the bathroom door.
Maybe I had gone overboard earlier with her, but she needed to be taught a lesson. It was not any easier for me. That, and I couldn’t risk Francisco finding us. Like actually finding us this time. I’ll make it up to her after dinner though. I’ll make her pūssy cūm like it never had.
“Leave me alone!” She shouted back, making me grind my teeth together before stepping back and kicking the door open. “What the fūck?” She yelped, turning around quickly only for me to grab her by her neck and pull her closer to me.
“You’re testing my fūcking patience, Angel. You don’t want to see me upset.” I informed her through clenched teeth. “Now get your pretty little asš outside before I spank you so fūcking hard, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
She rolled her eyes before leaning forward. “Promises, promises.” She mumbled, clicking her tongue before pulling her face out of my grip and turning to the mirror.
I took a deep breath as I watched her fixing her hair before applying more lipstick. “For fūck’s sake! We are only going to dinner, not a damn fashion show with the queen.” I growled, grabbing her elbow abruptly and pulling her back.
“You messed up my lipstick!” She hissed, pulling her arm free from my hold.
“Oh yeah?” I asked her, making her turn back and glare at me before I grabbed the back of her neck and crashed our lips together in a rough kiss.
I sucked and bit on her lips, making her moan against my mouth as her fists banged against my chest. After a few seconds of reluctance on her part, she rewarded me with her playful tongue. When her fists stopped hitting my chest, I pulled away. “How’s that for messed up lipstick? Now you don’t have any.” I informed her before wrapping my arm around her waist. “Let’s go, Angel.” I told her as I pulled her with me out of the room.
As I was walking through the bedroom, my phone vibrated. I reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone to find that it was a message from Tito. I clenched my teeth, not bothering to read it, and shoved my phone back in my pocket.
“Who was that?” Isa asked from beside me with a raised brow. Fūck. There’s no way I can mention my little issue back in Miami to her. She’s hotheaded as it was.
“Nothing. Just business in Miami.” I lied, releasing her waist as we continued down the hallway and steps.
Isa grumbled something under her breath, but I ignored it because I didn’t want to keep fighting with her. When we reached the dining room, I noticed that Francisco and Giulia hadn’t arrived yet, allowing me to sigh in relief.
I pulled out Isa’s chair for her to sit next to me, but exactly how I knew her stubborn asš would act, she tried to walk to the chair on the other side. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her towards me. “You’re fūcking asking for it.” I hissed in her ear. “Stop being so stubborn or I won’t—”
“Make me cūm?” She asked with a glare. “Because last time I checked, you’re pretty good at that.” She spat before she pushed my arm away and sat on the chair I had pulled out.
I exhaled slowly as I rolled my neck. I should have known the temper of a fūcking Italian woman, but no, my cōck and heart insisted on one. I took my seat next to her, at the head of the table, and motioned for the maid that was standing by the door to come over to us.
“Capo.” The maid whispered as soon as she reached us.
“Bring us the Petrus wine and check on our guest.” I ordered her as she dipped her chin and left the room. “Angel.” I whispered to Isa as I reached for her hand, but she pulled it away. “Stop being so fūcking stubborn, will you?”
“Okay.” She replied with a smile as she glared back. “Tell me what happened today.”
“A lot of things happened today.” I replied honestly, making her squint her eyes. “What exactly do you want to know?”
“Why were you trying to get rid of us? What was in the kitchen?” She asked as she placed her head in her hands while her elbows sat on the table.
“One of my men was working for Ventura and was giving him information about us.” I informed her as her eyes grew wide.
She was about to ask something, but another maid walked in with several plates. “Capo.” She purred as she reached us, making Isa snap her head towards her.
I pressed my lips together before sitting back on my chair. It was good to see her jealous for a change. It’s always me. “Si?” I asked her as she placed the plates slowly on the table before uncovering the plate with steak on it.
“Ho portato fuori il cibo perché i tuoi ospiti non si uniranno a te e non volevamo che tu aspettassi.” (Italian for “I have brought out the food because your guests won’t be joining you and we didn’t want you to wait.”) She replied, placing the plate in the space in front of me as Isa watched her like a hawk.
I could have stopped the maid before she got murdered by my angel, but Isa looked hot when she was mad and she deserved to feel jealous just like me.
“Hanno detto perché?” (Italian for “Did they say why?”) I asked her before grabbing the table cloth and placing it on my lap.
“No, Capo.” She uttered as her retreating hand slowly brushed down my arm. I pursed my lips because she had just dug her own grave.
When I looked over at Isa, I found her fisting the steak knife that was in front of her before throwing it across the table, piercing the maid’s arm and making her cry out in pain. I hid my smirk as I focused on fixing my pants, so my hard-on wouldn’t be visible to either of them.
Some of my men and the other maid with the wine came running into the dining room, probably trying to figure out what the chaos was.
“La prossima volta non toccherai ciò che non è tuo.” (Italian for “Next time you will not touch what is not yours.”) Isa spat as she stood up, placing her hands flat against the table while she glared at the crying girl.
I grabbed the fork and the knife, cutting a piece into the steak before lifting it into my mouth as Isa continued cursing at her in Italian. Fūck, I think she even used some French words.
I was swallowing my third piece of steak when Isa’s glare turned to me, making me put my fork and knife down. “Are you going to say anything?” She asked me in a dangerously low voice.
“What do you need me to say?” I replied, looking at everyone in the room.
I’m not going to lie. The steak was so fūcking good that I zoned out and completely missed what she said.
“I just fired her, but of course, you are the capo.” Isa informed me, rolling her eyes.
“I’m honestly surprised she’s alive.” I told her, making the two maids gasp. “If the roles would have been reversed, the knife would have been aimed at her heart.”
“Capo, please!” The maid with the wine cried, forcing me to shift my stern glare to her. “She’s my sister and she didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know?” Isa spat in disgust. “She fūcking knew exactly what she was doing!”
“Enough!” I shouted, slamming my hands against the table. “Out! All of you!” I commanded them as they all lowered their heads and turned to leave. “And both of you can pack your shīt and get the fūck out of my house just as my angel stated.” I told them before turning back to Isa, who was smiling as she took her seat. “Happy?” I asked her as she grabbed the other plate that had been placed on the table.
“Maybe.” She replied with a smile as she cut her steak and forgot all about our previous conversation.
*Edgardo’s POV*
She was so fūcking tight that I almost blew my load inside of her. I pulled out and thrust right back in, throwing my head back in pleasure.
“Fūck. You feel so good, Pen.” I groaned as she moaned in pleasure.
“So do you.” She cried out as her pūssy gripped my cōck tighter than before.
I opened my eyes and looked at her again, finding her even more beautiful than ever with her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. I lowered my hand between our bodies as I teased her clīt, forcing her pūssy to clench me tighter.
“Shīt.” I groaned, pulling out completely for a second.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, sitting up on her elbows in panic. “Did I do—” She was asking, but I shook my head.
“Fūck, Pen. No, you’re perfect. Fūcking perfect.” I replied before her little mind could get any crazy ideas. “I’m just so close to cūmming and I don’t want it to be that fast.” I added as I lowered my body to hers again.
“Oh.” She blushed further, making me smile.
“You’re so tight, baby.” I muttered in her ear as I teased her slit with my cōck. “So fūcking tight.”
“Mmmm, Edgardo.” She whispered as she reached for my cōck and jerked it a few times, making me hiss in pleasure. “I need you inside of me.” She begged as she looked up at me through her thick lashes. Fūck, she was so damn beautiful.
I nodded at her as she placed me back at her entrance before looking back up at me. I pushed inside of her slower than the first time, making us both moan in pleasure. Once I was fully seated inside of her, I stopped and caressed her body slowly, memorizing every inch of her.
I lowered my face to hers and pressed our lips together as I rolled my hips into her. My tongue invaded her mouth, deepening our kiss whilst my hips jerked forward faster and faster, muffling her cries of pleasure.
Every kiss and every thrust proved that I had fūcked up big time when I let lust takeover because now I would never be able to let go of her. Now she’s fūcking mine for good.
Fūck what anyone thought and to hell with my concerns about her leaving me because that’s never going to happen.
I broke our kiss, allowing her moans to fill the room again as I fūcked her faster and faster while I gripped her waist tightly. I wrapped one of my hands around her throat, making her pūssy spasm under me.
“Oh my God.” She choked out as her eyes closed in pleasure.
“No just me.” I replied, pulling all the way out and penetrating her as deep as our bodies would let us. “You’re mine now, Penelope Benedetti.” I grunted against her neck. “All fūcking mine.” I continued before sucking a nīpple into my mouth, making her screām my name as she cām all over my happy cōck.
Fūck me. This tiny Italian woman will be my downfall for sure.
*Isadora’s POV*
I flipped over on my bed and reached over to find that Padrino never came into my room like he promised. I sat up and searched for my phone, instantly finding it charging on the nightstand. As soon as I saw that it was two in the morning, I huffed before throwing my sheets off my legs and climbing out of bed.
After dinner, Padrino told me to wait for him in the guest room that was supposed to be mine when my parents ever came to visit or, in this case, stayed. He said that he would stop by and finish what we had started at the pool, but of course, he didn’t show up.
I walked over to my closet and pulled out the robe to cover the lingerie I had put on before falling asleep. It was a pure white lace bodice that had no material covering my pūssy or breāsts. I was so happy to see that Pen hadn’t forgotten to pack it, but all for him to leave me hanging.
After tying my robe, I walked over to the connecting bathroom and brushed my teeth quickly. I checked myself briefly before reaching for the lipgloss that was in my makeup pouch on the counter. I had a thing for nude lipstick or lipgloss. It was a little touch of color that didn’t screām ‘I’m trying too hard’.
I teased my hair quickly as I popped my lips towards the mirror, cleaning the little smudge of gloss underneath my bottom lip. I slipped on my furry slippers and made my way to my actual room, the one I shared with Padrino.
Once in the hallway, I looked around, making sure that no one was nearby before I slipped further down the hall and proceeded with my journey. As soon as I reached our bedroom door, I opened it slowly and snuck right in. I closed the door and turned to find Padrino lying face up on the bed with the sheets to his waist and his arm over his face.
God, I couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Every time I look at him, my body heats up on instinct. Fūcking libido.
I walked towards the bed, ready to slip in right next to him when his phone on the nightstand lit up. I squinted towards it, debating whether to check who it was at this time or not. I mean, it could be an emergency. As soon as I convinced myself to check who it was, I grabbed the phone and lifted it to my face.
It was a message from someone named Tito, but the message was hidden because of his password. Damn it.
I took a deep breath as I thought of possible passwords that he could have used. The first obvious one was his birthday. When I put the code in and the phone vibrated, indicating that it was incorrect, I wanted to groan in annoyance. I inhaled slowly as I tapped my fingers on the screen, thinking of what else he would use.
I doubted Padrino was so obvious, but I had to try the usual 0000 and 1234. When the phone confirmed that those weren’t it, I rolled my eyes ready to give up because I just wanted to cuddle with him, but then I got an idea. I pressed my birthdate on the keyboard and when the phone opened, my eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Fūck me.
My pūssy contracted at the thought of Padrino potentially having the same feelings as me. Ignoring my desire to straddle him and wake him up while giving him the ride of a lifetime, I pulled up the message from Tito as I smiled briefly at Padrino.
As soon as I saw the three words on the screen, my heart shattered while the tears burned my eyes. I don’t remember ever crying for a man, but fūck, it hurt to have fallen for him only for everything to come crashing down.
I gasped for air, realizing I was close to a panic attack when I felt arms wrap around my waist. “Angel? What’s wrong?” Padrino asked me in a croaky voice. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Don’t touch me.” I whispered, shaking my head frantically. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to get out of here.
“What is—” He was saying when he noticed the phone in my hand. He ripped it out of my hands before staring at the screen in anger. “Angel, it’s not—” He tried to defend, but I pushed him away and darted for the door, managing to open it and run through the hall before he could catch me.
By the time I reached my bedroom door, my cheeks were stained with tears. I hated fūcking crying. It made me look weak and I couldn’t have that.
I wiped my tears in anger as I opened my door and was about to slam it shut, but I felt something hard stop it from closing. I pushed it harder, but the door opened abruptly, revealing a really pissed off Padrino.
“No!” I shouted as I pointed at him. “You don’t get to be mad. I’m not the one that’s pregnant with another man’s baby!” I hissed as I pushed him away, making his face soften.
“Angel—”
“Don’t angel me!” I cried as I ran my fingers through my hair. “I can’t believe I fūcking fell for you. I can’t believe I let my guard down and for what?” I shouted, pushing him away when he reached for me again, but he gripped my wrists tightly, pulling me into his chest forcibly.
“You love me?” He asked me, completely ignoring everything else I had said before.
I shook my head in denial, wanting to kick myself for admitting that to him. How stupīd could I be for falling in love with my godfather in a matter of days?
“Don’t fūcking lie to me, Angel.” He muttered, reaching for my cheek with his free hand, but I pulled away.
“What? Like you did?” I snapped back, making him glare at me.
“It wasn’t like that.” He retorted, pushing me back until the back of my legs hit the bed and I fell on it with him on top.
“Get off of me.” I shouted, pushing on his chest, but he just grabbed my wrists again, placing them on either sides of my face.
“Stop!” He whispered against my ear, making my body shudder in desire. Fūcking traitorous body. “I don’t know how the fūck that happened and I will hire another doctor to confirm that test, but that doesn’t change what we have.”
“What do we have?” I glared at him, not trusting this situation one bit and needing a distraction from wanting his cōck deep inside of me.
I knew I was being a pain because I knew what this was before I agreed to it. I knew that we could never be more because of my father, but I couldn’t help what my heart wanted.
“Does this need a name?” He asked me with brows furrowed, making me turn my face away from him so I could swallow the sudden lump in my throat. “Because I don’t have a name, but I can show you how important you are to me.” He added, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him.
I was getting ready to snap back, but he crashed his lips against mine, making me instantly melt into our kiss.
I don’t know what kind of power he had over me, but right now, I could care less. Right now, I need him. But not like usual.
I sobbed into the kiss, feeling a connection between us like never before. This man drove me crazy, but I would willingly lose myself to him any damn day.
He released my wrist and chin as he pulled away, making me whimper. He looked down at me while he slowly pulled the tie of my robe, our ragged breaths filling the air with anticipation.
The moment his eyes saw what I was wearing underneath, his eyes darkened. “You’re so damn beautiful, Angel.” He muttered before leaning forward and claiming my lips again.
It was slow, but passionate. His hands ran down my body slowly, like he was cherishing every inch of me, his hands only stopping when they were in between my aching core.
When his fingers dipped inside of me, he groaned and pulled away. “I have to taste you.” He informed me before lowering his face to my neck and kissing his way down my body torturously slow.
“Padrino.” I moaned as my hands reached for his hair, twisting my fingers in his locks before pulling on it when he reached my pūssy.
“You’re so wet for me, Angel.” He murmured, pressing his lips to my aching core.
Before I knew it, he was pulling my clīt piercing and twirling his tongue around the tender bud. “Si, Padrino.” I cried, curving my back as I tried to push myself further into his mouth. I love how good he made me feel.
As I continued to moan his name, he thrust two fingers deep inside of me, slower than he had ever done, while his tongue continued flicking my most tender spot. Every finger thrust and every flick of his tongue took me closer to the edge. “Please, Padrino.” I cried as I pulled on him. “I need you.”
He looked at me from between my legs and I fūcking lost it. I cām like never before, shouting off the top of my lungs as his fingers continued their ministries against my G spot. When he was pleased with his work, he withdrew his fingers and moved his face up my body before settling his hips between my trembling thighs.
His knuckles caressed my cheek gently before he pulled my face closer to his. We looked into each other’s eyes, lost in the moment.
Padrino grabbed my thighs before picking me up into an upright position and holding me in place against his torso while digging his fingers into my asš. He slowly licked my mouth as he lowered me on his erect shaft.
“Padrino.” I gasped, feeling fuller than I had ever been before.
“You are the most important person in my life, Isa.” He revealed as he slowly lifted me up before lowering me to his base again. “And I love you more than words can describe.” He told me before he pressed his lips to mine, swallowing my cries as he thrust upward into me at a slower but deeper pace.
I wrapped my arms around his head, kissing him more greedily as he grunted into my mouth.
He loves me just like I love him. I don’t know what the future held, but right now, all that mattered was him and I.
My pūssy was clenching around his hard cōck again as I approached my next orgāsm when I heard the click of a gun being chambered, forcing us to freeze.
“What the fūck is this, Alberto!”