Turning around, I shake my ass while tilting my head back, letting my hair cascade down my back as I dance. The music loosens my tense muscles, and I let it sweep me up in its hypnotic beat, banishing any lingering doubts or nerves. Easing my camisole up my body, I slide it off and toss it aside as I continue swaying my body in sync with the music.
“Turn around,” he grunts, and I bite my lip as I slowly spin around.
I pop the button on my jeans, deliberately licking my lips as I zone in on the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
He’s enjoying this, and that spurs me on.
Dropping to the floor, I quickly remove my socks and shimmy my skinny jeans over my hips and down my legs. It’s not as easy to do that part sexily, but Ben doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes are like laser beams on my skin as I reveal more and more flesh. Kicking my jeans away, I crawl closer to him, using his legs to pull myself upright.
The buttons on his jeans are undone, and he has his hand stuffed into his boxers, stroking himself. The outline of his long thick hard cock behind the black cotton is enough to send me orbiting into heaven. Liquid lust coils in my belly at the thought of ripping those boxers away and impaling myself on his monster cock. I whimper while my hands roam freely over my body, and his heated gaze tracks my every move.
Sultry tones bounce off the wall as the song changes. Ben jerks himself off as I slowly slide my bra straps down my arms. Pushing my breasts together, I lean closer, dangling them in his face.
“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” he groans, his eyes glued to my chest.
I undo the front clasp and let my bra float to the floor, brushing my bare tits against his face as I hook my thumbs in my panties.
“Fuck,” he hisses as his tongue darts out, licking one of my nipples.
It’s as if there’s a direct line from my tits to my pussy, and I convulse with longing as he lavishes attention on my nipples, sucking, tugging, and nipping my taut peaks with his teeth and his tongue.
That’s it.
I’m done waiting.
The show is officially over.
I need him inside me right now.
I hurriedly remove my panties and kneel between his legs, reaching for his jeans, when he shakes his head.
“Nuh-uh, Firefly. This is my show.” He chuckles at the clear frustration on my face. “Stand.”
I do as I’m told, and my skin is on fire when he grips my hips, pulling me close. He buries his face in my bare pussy, and the most embarrassing moan escapes my lips. He sniffs before parting my pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing me to him. I hold on to his shoulders because it feels like my legs could go out from under me.
“So fucking sweet,” he says, keeping me open while he licks a line up and down my slit.
“Oh my God. Ben. Please.” My pussy quakes with need, pulsing and clenching with potent desire.
“So fucking sexy,” he adds, plunging his tongue inside my tight inner walls.
I gasp, gripping his shoulders tighter as he ravishes me with his tongue. I can only close my eyes and hold on for the ride.
Without warning, he pulls away a few minutes later, and I cry out in exasperation.
“Patience, Firefly,” he says, standing and removing his jeans, sweater, and T-shirt. Saliva pools in my mouth as I inspect every glorious inch of him. He’s even more ripped than I remember. His chest seems broader. His abs more defined. His biceps bulkier.
I might be drooling.
And creaming my panties—if I had any on!
He chuckles, and I drag my gaze from his sexy body to his even sexier face. A growl rips from the back of my throat at the familiar smug expression on his face. Roughly, he grabs the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth to his for a soul-crushing kiss that goes on and on. I press myself against him, rubbing against his erection through his boxers and clawing at the warm flesh of his back. If I could climb him, I would—I’m that horny.
He sucks on my lower lip, and I melt against him. Every part of my body is on fire, and only Ben can quench the flames. “The things you do to me should be outlawed, Firefly,” he says, biting down hard on my neck. “I want to eat you alive. I want to bury my cock so deep inside you I can never pull it out.”
“That sounds painful,” I pant, arching my neck to grant him greater access as he continues to bite and suck on my sensitive flesh. He’s careful to keep his touching below the still tender part of my upper throat. “But surprisingly tempting. I need you, Ben. Please.”
He slaps my ass, and I yelp at the unexpected contact.
“No begging, Firefly.” He winds my hair around one of his hands, tilting my head back a little. “My queen never begs.”
He brushes his lips against mine fleetingly. “Get on the bed, on all fours, and wait for me.”
His laughter follows me as I race across the room to the bed, getting into position. I hear him walking to his dresser and pulling things out of a drawer. My pussy clenches in anticipation. I am so turned on I could implode. Clothing rustles, and out of the corner of my eye, I spy his boxers flying a few feet away. I moan when the bed dips behind me, knowing his cock will be inside me soon.
“Sit up,” he says, coming up behind me.
I kneel, leaning back against his chest. “Trust me?” he whispers across my ear and his warm breath fans over my face.
“Yes,” I rasp.
He slips a blindfold down over my eyes before pulling my hands behind my back. “Is your wrist still sore?” he asks, gently touching my injured hand.
“Only a little.” It’s not broken or sprained, just bruised.
“I’m going to bind your hands with a silk tie, but I won’t tighten them.”
I nod as butterflies run riot in my chest. This is new, and I fucking love it. The only sound in the room is our joint rapid breathing as he loosely ties my hands. “Is that okay?” he asks.
“It’s fine.” I’m panting like a dog in heat as the anticipation rises and rises.
The bed shifts, and I’m more conscious of his movements without the use of my sight or my hands. He stands in front of me on the bed, and heat rolls off his body in waves. “Open wide, baby,” he commands, and I obey. “Suck,” he says before shoving his throbbing cock in my mouth. He holds my shoulders to keep me steady as I work him over with my lips and my tongue. He thrusts into my mouth in sync with my movements and not being able to see what I’m doing or touch him only elevates my desire to new, dizzy heights.
“That’s enough,” he says, yanking his cock from my mouth with a pop, a few minutes later. “Resume your first position.”
He’s so bossy, but I love it.
The bed moves as he jumps onto the floor, and I let my head flop to the comforter. He crawls up behind me, parting my legs wider, and my desire leaks from my pussy, trickling down my thighs. He slides one finger inside me, and I cry out as my pussy grips his digit like the hungry slut she is. “Goddamn, Sierra. You are so fucking wet and so tight.”
“Ben, puh—”
I scream as he slaps my ass hard.
“Baby, shush. Let’s not wake Rowan. I have big plans for you tonight, and we need time,” he says, massaging my stinging cheek. “Now what did I tell you about begging? Hmm.”
“Ben, I—”
I muffle my scream in the comforter this time as his hand whacks my other ass cheek.
“Naughty, Firefly,” he purrs, rubbing my ass with his large warm palms.
I say nothing, playing the dutiful part he wants.
“Good girl.” He presses a soft kiss to each ass cheek before diving to my pussy and plundering my channel with his skillful tongue.
The noises coming out of my mouth as he eats me from behind are not human. Stars spin behind my blindfold, and I’m awash with sensation as he devours me like he will die if he doesn’t consume me. His fingers move around to the front of my pussy, and he rubs my clit in time with the thrusts of his tongue. My climax builds fast until I’m shattering into dust particles, my entire body e
levating from this plane of existence. I can feel nothing, see nothing, taste nothing, but the most intense orgasm as it lays claim to my body, rendering me nothing but a mass of quivering cells and nerve endings.
“Fuck, Sierra. You slay me,” he says before he slams inside me without any advance warning. I can only hold on for the ride as he pivots his hips and drills into me like a madman. His sheathed cock strokes my inner walls as he rams in and out of me, his fingers digging into my hips when he pulls my ass up higher and spreads my legs a little wider, giving him greater access.
Another orgasm builds as he works my body like a pro. Suddenly, my hands fall loose at my sides as he removes the silk tie and then the blindfold. He flips me over, stretching my thighs wide as he climbs over me. Propping himself up on his hands, he hovers over my heaving body. “I want to see your face when I come.” He dips his head, crashing his lips to mine as he guides his erection back inside me. “I love you,” he whispers in my ear as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I love you too, Ben. So much.”
We kiss and touch and fuck, climbing the ascent together, and nothing has ever felt as right as being connected to this man. Sex has never been this good for me, and he elicits responses from my body I didn’t know I was capable of.
“Come for me, Firefly. I need you to come first,” he demands, pinching my clit hard as he rocks into me. A sheen of sweat rolls down his chest, and his face is flushed. My hair is a mess of tangled knots around my head as I arch my back, preparing for rocket launch. Ben pinches my clit a second time, and I scream as my release hits me full force.
Ben cusses under his breath and then he’s shouting out his release as he comes powerfully. He collapses on the bed beside me, instantly pulling me into his embrace. “I will never get enough of you. Being inside you is like heaven. And watching you come is a thing of beauty.”
I rub his arm, dotting kisses against his clammy chest. “Sex with you is out of this world,” I agree.
“Good.” He grins, leaning over me as he sweeps damp knotty strands of hair out of my face. “Because I’m not finished with you tonight. Not by a long shot.”
I smile as he crawls back over me, feeling his cock hardening again. “Do your worst because I’m nowhere near finished with you either, Ben.”
Those are the last words spoken in a very long time.
40
SIERRA
“People legitimately sign up for this?” Angelo asks as he lies before me on the flattened hospital bed in his room.
I position the last needle in place, gently wiggling it until I feel the resistance under his skin. “Can you feel that?”
“Yes. It’s weird. Like a pulsing pressure.”
I laugh, pulling off my plastic gloves. “That is one of the most powerful points on the body for nausea. That you can feel it is a good thing.” I place my gloves on the counter before dimming the lights. “And to answer your previous question, yes, people willingly sign up for acupuncture. It’s very popular. A lot of my clients are women who either need help with fertility issues or support combatting pregnancy sickness.”
“You think this will work for me?”
“Let’s hope so,” Natalia says, appearing in the doorway.
“Get out,” Angelo hisses, clearly embarrassed to be seen like this.
“Stop with your bitching and whining,” Natalia says, handing me the blanket I asked her to fetch. “And I’m going.” She kisses his clammy brow. “I hope it works. I hate seeing you so sick.”
Since Ben left for the city on Sunday, Angelo’s condition has taken another turn for the worse. He can’t keep anything down, and if this continues, he will need to have a feeding tube inserted. I know he doesn’t want that, so I offered to help.
I’m glad I had the foresight to ask Esme and Pen to pack up my work supplies. Pen ran by the center to collect everything after I emailed the manager my resignation letter. I don’t know if she is suspicious that I resigned without giving notice at the same time her new receptionist disappeared, but I have to trust my dad and Ben cleaned up the mess and she is none the wiser.
Anyway, it’s good I have my things so I can do this for Angelo. Acupuncture can assist with a wide range of conditions, but it’s especially helpful with nausea. I might not like the man much, but I won’t stand by and watch someone suffer when I can do something about it. He is Ben’s father and Rowan’s grandfather after all.
I place the blanket over his body, being careful not to dislodge any of the needles. Lighting the diffuser, I let the exotic scents swirl around the room before pulling up one of my most popular playlists with my clients on my cellphone. The oriental orchestral piece is meant to be soothing and serene to help the patient relax. I find a lot of my clients actually fall asleep during the session, which is always a good sign.
“I’m going to leave you here for thirty to forty minutes,” I tell Angelo, patting his arm as the music starts. “Press the button if you need help, and Ruthie will call me. Empty your mind, close your eyes, and try to relax,” I add, spotting the wariness on his face. I’m not surprised he is doubting the process. He’s old school, no matter how much he spouts about changing with the times. The fact he is willing to try this tells me how badly he wants to avoid the feeding tube.
“I can’t believe you got the old bastard to do that,” Natalia says after we have exited the room and shut the door. I notice she refers to her father as “the old bastard” a lot, even to his face, but it’s said with affection. It’s evident she has a very different relationship with Angelo than Ben.
“I had to coax and distract him a lot,” I admit, as we walk toward the playroom.
“I’ve never had acupuncture,” she says as we step inside Rowan’s domain.
“I can do a session with you before you leave, if you like,” I offer.
Rowan is currently bouncing on one of the trampolines, singing to himself, without a care in the world. Apart from asking when he will see his cousin Romeo again and when his daddy is returning, he seems quite content.
Alesso looks up from his spot on the floor, across the large room, nodding by way of greeting.
“Hi, Mom!” Rowan waves as he bounces on the trampoline, his hair lifting from his head with the motion. “Hi, Auntie Natalia!”
I wave at him, and Natalia blows him a kiss. “Hello, little charmer.”
I grab some waters from the small refrigerator in the room before taking a seat alongside Natalia on the couch. “I would like a session,” Natalia says. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
I snort out a laugh. “Have you not been watching me go slowly insane?”
“You like to keep busy,” she surmises, smiling as she watches Rowan.
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“I envy you,” she says, twisting her head to look at me. Glancing in Alesso’s direction, she lowers her voice so he can’t hear. “You got to choose what you did with your life. And Ben won’t curtail you either. Once this threat is dealt with, he will support you with whatever you wish to do.”
“And your husband doesn’t?”
She runs her tongue along her plump lips. “It’s not that he deliberately stops me from doing what I want to do. It’s more the perception. Mafia wives usually don’t work.”
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” I say, uncapping my water. “Why can’t you work? We’re not living in the Dark Ages.”
“Gino says it’s for protection. A way to keep the wives safe, whereas I believe it’s more about control.”
“Isn’t Ben changing things though?”
“He is, but that’s within the Mazzone famiglia. Yes, some of the other families have adopted some of his new ways, but the manner in which women are treated in this world is still significantly lacking.”
“I’m sorry. That sucks.”
“It does.” She sighs, tossing her long glossy dark hair over her shoulders. “I had to drop out of college when I married Gino. I only got to go in the first plac
e because Ben convinced the old bastard to postpone my wedding until I was twenty-one and to let me attend NYU.”
“So, your wedding was an arranged marriage?” I had wondered when I saw them at the charity ball in Chicago. Her husband looks a good bit older than her, and while it could have been by choice, I had a sense it wasn’t.
“I was promised to another man before I was even born,” she admits, and I can’t keep the shock from my face.
“I can’t even imagine what that must be like.”
“Like a life sentence. I grew up knowing I was destined to marry this man and that I wouldn’t be allowed to date anyone else. I was expected to be a virgin on my wedding night while my fiancé was entitled to fuck as many women as he liked, both before and after our marriage. It disgusts me.” She swallows a few mouthfuls of water, but it does nothing to disperse the angry set of her mouth. “I fought my parents nonstop over it. Begged them to let me out of it.”
“And did they?”
A bitter laugh escapes her mouth. “No, but fate intervened. Gino Accardi’s wife died when his twins were only three. He needed a new wife to take care of them, and I was desperate to be promised to anyone but the man I was promised to.” A shudder works its way through her, and I want to ask why, but I sense it’s not something she wishes to share. At least not now. “The old bastard worked his magic, getting me out of the earlier arrangement, and within a few months, I was married to Gino and taking care of his boys. I had to drop out of college midway through junior year.”
“Can’t you go back now the boys are older? Or complete it online or by night classes?”
“It’s a possibility. When the boys start high school next year, I intend to convince Gino to let me complete my degree. Then I’ll work on him about med school.”
“If I can do anything to help, let me know.”
She squeezes my hand. “Thank you. I will.” The frustration and anger disappear from her face, replaced with a softer look. “I am so glad you and Ben reconnected. The difference in him is incredible. He—”
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