by Sienna Mynx
Before he agreed she turned on her hands and knees and put her pretty pink pussy in his face. But her mouth, that sweet glorious mouth of hers glided over and down his dick. She didn’t need any guidance. Her mouth was hotter than the kiss when it swallowed half of his cock. Armando’s lips thrust to her pussy and sucked her clitoris from hiding. And his hips thrust to drive his dick up into her throat. He latched his hands to her thighs, and began to lick in a figure eight from her clit to her pussy, and then he sent his tongue wandering up into her hole. She groaned and sucked and swallowed him deep. What the fuck was he thinking? She was far from innocent. She was his Delilah. Heat blasted along his legs. Shivers worked their way up to his hips. He started to fumble, became clumsy in his pussy eating, and abandoned the effort to cry out as he held back from blasting into her throat.
Her fingers curled on his legs and she forced him down, still his hips gyrated and he lost the battle. He jerked an explosive release into her mouth, and she swallowed as best she could before giving up the effort. Armando groaned and all of his strength drained. She could slit his throat and he’d die a happy man.
She turned and looked back at him.
“What are you doing? You aren’t done!” she demanded.
Before he could respond, she sat on his face. He chuckled. His woman would have her satisfaction, and he summoned what was left of his energy to give it to her.
***
Catalina opened her eyes. She lay under a thin blanket in a room with only a mattress to the floor. Her hair was still damp from her late night swim. He couldn’t stop her from jumping into the pool after they had sex. And he jumped in after her. They swam and played until he brought her here. And here is where she slept, in his arms. All of the windows were open in the room. The wind blew in from the mountain trees. And the sun warmed them, but didn’t reach the bed. Not yet.
Armando’s arm went across her. Armando kissed her shoulder. Catalina turned her head and looked into his eyes. His eyes were closed, but she could tell he wasn’t sleeping.
“Last night was... good.”
He opened his eyes. “Good?”
“Great?”
“Bennisima,” he corrected her.
“Okay. Wonderful.”
He closed his eyes again. Catalina stared at his face. The old contrasts she often ignored surfaced. His nose was slender, Dominic’s was broader. Where Dominic’s hair was curly, his was straight. They both had tanned skin, but not the same. His features were more sculpted in comparison to Dominic’s boyish charm. Armando was the very first in her life who made her feel like her own woman.
She kissed his silky brow. Could it be possible? Could he really be the man promised for her? At that moment she wanted nothing more than it to be true. Armando’s eyes opened. He looked into hers. “What was that?”
“A kiss silly,” she said.
“Why?” he asked.
“My way of thanking you. For the past few days I felt like I was going crazy. I know I was going crazy.”
“And now?”
“Now I feel sane again,” she said.
Armando caressed her body under the covers.
“So you promise you won’t hurt yourself? Anymore?”
“I told you last night...”
“Tell me again, Catalina. I want to hear you say it.”
“I promise I won’t hurt myself, Armando. I swear it.”
Armando pushed up against her. “That’s my girl. What do you want to do today bambina?”
“I don’t want to stay in. Let’s go to the village, eat, take a walk, I dunno. I think I want to go fishing. There’s a lake, a big one. Or maybe we can find a church. I want to say a prayer for Gio.”
Armando laughed. “Fish and pray? You are my kind of woman.”
She touched his face. She lay on her side and stared at him. “Last night, our talk, our everything. It woke me up, Armando.” She kissed his mouth. “I see it now. The best and worst of me. You are right. It’s my choice. And right now, my choice is you.”
“We have time. We can take all the time you need.”
“I mean it.”
Armando took her hand and turned over her arm. The bandage was gone, and the cuts didn’t look red or swollen after the swim. To her and him, they looked as if they were healing. He drew her in and rolled over on top of her. He brushed his lips over hers and parted her thighs with his knees. This time sex was just a byproduct of his love for her. He felt more in his heart than he did in his dick when he slipped into her. Catalina’s long dark lashes fluttered shut. He kept moving in and out of her, staring down at her. He’d never wanted someone, desired anyone, loved anyone in his life as much as he did her. She was his obsession. She was his salvation. Armando climaxed. She sighed and he moved out of her. A thought occurred to him. What if she became a mother, what if at this very moment they started over, together? Armando smiled and collapsed on top of her. That felt like destiny.
Chapter Thirty-One
Saving Marietta
Sorrento, Italy
“Morning, Zia,” Minnie said. She rubbed her eyes. It was a rough night. A very long one. But she finally slept. The moment she woke she showered and dressed. She headed straight for villa Rosso. She needed coffee.
Zia glanced back at her and smiled but didn’t speak. Minnie realized the language barrier between them was unavoidable.
“Is she up?” Minnie asked.
Zia didn’t answer.
“Marietta?” she tried again. The old woman glanced to her. She pointed upstairs. “Marietta?”
“No. She sleeps,” Zia said in English. “Go. Go see. Per favore.”
“Sure thing, honey. I’ll check on her.”
Before Minnie turned to leave Zia spoke again. “You have a good relationship with Mirabella, no?”
“Well... I... I think so.”
“I tried to talking to her. Tried hard. Giovanni’s shooting has hurt her deeply. She is hurting. Maybe you try again. Marietta should go to the ospedale. No matter what her crime, she must be in one for the sake of the baby.”
“Do you believe that Marietta shot him? That it’s possible?”
Zia made the cross over the front of her. “They tell me my Catalina took the life of my Rosie. They tell me Lorenzo killed Patri Tomosino, and wanted Gio dead. Now they tell me that Marietta was the one to pull the trigger. I believe all of it. And I’m afraid.”
Minnie walked over to Zia and hugged her. None of it seemed real to her. Especially the talk of murder. She was no fool. Clyde did share with her a secret after she told him that she would travel to Italy. It was the secret of what really happened to Cutter. He’d been missing along with his men since the Battaglias visited America. Clyde told her it was for justice for Mirabella. He begged her not to go to Italy. Said it could be dangerous. Minnie prayed on it and God told her to come. And she was glad she did. The family let Mirabella down long ago. They left her without a center. It’s no surprise that in a time of desperation, in need, she didn’t know how to turn to God for peace. Family is the only way to heal. She had to find a way to help Mirabella see that truth.
Zia let go first. Minnie liked the sweet old woman. She hoped she gave her some comfort. “I’ll take her the breakfast and tea. And make sure she eats. Why don’t you go back to the house and get some real rest? Let me handle her a bit?”
To Minnie’s relief Zia understood her. “No. No. I stay here. I am going to start on her lunch and cook a dinner too.” Zia turned to the stove. “I want to stay busy.”
“Ah, okay,” Minnie said. She picked up the tray and then went upstairs with it. She was careful to balance it all when she went inside the room. To her delight she found that Marietta was up. She lay on the bed under covers, staring at the window.
“Morning, love.”
Marietta’s head turned. Fresh tears were on her face.
“How are we feeling today?”
“Minnie,” Marietta said.
“That’s right. And
this morning, you have to put something on your stomach for that sweet baby of yours.” She put the tray down on the dresser and poured Marietta a cup of tea. She cut some bread that was freshly baked by Zia, and spread some butter over it. She brought it over to the bed. Marietta scooted back on the pillows. She wiped away her tears. Under Minnie’s watchful eye she ate slow with small nibbles and drank the tea.
“You gave us all a scare yesterday. Honey, my heart nearly stopped.”
“My sister? Did she know?” Marietta asked.
Minnie frowned. Marietta stopped chewing. Minnie summoned the courage to tell her the truth. “Yes, sweetheart.”
“Did they tell her that the baby is in danger? Did they tell her?”
“I told her personally. We all told her.”
“We?” Marietta frowned.
“Zia’s here. Dominic told her, and there is a man who asked about you. Wanted me to tell you he was here.”
“What man?”
“Carlo,” Minnie said.
Marietta tossed the bread back to the saucer. She chewed and swallowed. Minnie watched her closely. Again, she saw nothing to confirm or deny the charges that Mirabella had leveled at her twin. She didn’t even know how to broach the subject.
“Ask your questions, Minnie. I know you must have some,” Marietta said.
“First question is how do you feel?”
“The same. Not much better. Not much worse.”
“Well as long as it’s not worse. The baby? Do you feel the baby move?”
Marietta nodded. She touched her belly. “I feel her now.”
“It’s a girl?” Minnie asked.
“I think so. Lorenzo thinks it’s a boy.”
“A mother knows her child,” Minnie chuckled. “I knew what I was carrying, and was right three out of four times.”
“I have to get a message to him, Minnie. Lorenzo doesn’t know I’m in trouble. He thinks me and Mirabella are healing, reuniting. He has to know that the baby is in jeopardy. I can’t stay here. My baby may come early, and he has to be there. Please help me, Minnie. Please.”
“Shhh...” Minnie touched her hand. “Of course I will help you. The man Carlo. Maybe he can help.”
“No! Keep him out of here, and away from me. He’s not a friend, Minnie. None of them are. They all want my husband dead. And now my sister... she wants my baby dead!”
“Stop this! Stop it right now. Don’t work yourself up. Mirabella doesn’t want any harm to come to you. To that precious baby. It’s not who she is.”
“You don’t understand,” Marietta wept.
“Then help me understand. What is going on?” Minnie asked.
“Why are you here?”
“Mirabella called me. She said the family was in trouble. She said you needed me.”
“When? When did she call?”
“Over a week ago,” Minnie said.
Marietta frowned. “But I just got here three days ago. How would she know that I would need you...?”
“What is it?” Minnie asked.
“She planned this, she planned it.” Marietta said.
“Mirabella says that you shot her husband.”
“What?” Marietta shouted. “Who told her that? Carlo?”
“Why would Carlo tell her that?” Minnie asked.
“Who said I did it?” Marietta demanded.
“So it’s not true?”
“Of course it’s not! Is that why she put me here? Why she hasn’t come to see me once? She thinks I did it?”
Minnie nodded sadly.
“I have to see her, Minnie. I have to. She needs to know that I’m not here to hurt her. That Lorenzo and I weren’t responsible.”
Minnie glanced around the room. She got up from her chair and went to the dressers and found nothing. Then she remembered that there was an office downstairs.
“You should write her a letter. I can take it to her and make sure she reads it.”
“That’s a good idea.” Marietta gave her a weak smile.
“Stay where you are. The doctors said you are on bed rest. I’ll be right back.”
“Minnie!”
“Yes, honey?”
“I didn’t do it. You believe me don’t you?”
“Yes, honey. I believe you.”
Marietta smiled. Minnie left in a hurry. She wanted to get the letter written as soon as possible. Marietta’s child’s life could depend on it.
“Good morning,”
Dominic opened his eyes. Sera was on her side looking at him. She lay next to him naked under the sheets.
“Morning?” he yawned. He looked at his watch. He frowned. It was after ten. At some point in the night he made his way to her bedroom door. She didn’t hesistate to let him in. He fucked her until his mind went blank, and sleep came without the need of alcohol.
“I need to get up. It’s late?”
“I couldn’t wake you. Never seen a man sleep so hard. I want to think it was because of me. But you won’t talk to me long enough for me to understand what peace is for you.”
Dominic tossed the covers. He sat up and put his face in his hands. The past few days he’d been sober. And it was mind clearing. He’d also found it healing to be with someone outside of this family. He glanced back at the beautiful woman in his bed, at the red swollen blotches of passion marks on her neck and breasts. “I did that to you?”
She glanced to her breasts then up to him. “You were aggressive last night.
“Why do you put up with it?”
“I’m not putting up with anything. I liked it. I like you, Dominic. I only want you to trust me. Open up to me.”
“Why?”
She smiled. “I was invited into your bed, remember?”
“It’s just so convenient. You, looking like Fabiana, fucking my secrets out of my head. There are no coincidences in my life. Everything happens for a purpose. If I find out you are not who you say you are...”
“Dominic, I’m not your enemy. Can’t you let your guard down for anyone?”
“For Catalina I have. And I shouldn’t have. I stole away her innocence. Taught her that murdering those who hurt you is okay, and then tossed her to the wolf.”
“Poetic, tragic, indeed,” said Sera. “But your stumbles with her, whatever the reason you both believe, is just part of it. The mistakes we make in life are just a part of it. How else do we learn to do better, be better?”
Dominic smiled. “You’re my reward for being a good boy and not drinking?”
Sera eased down the blanket covering her an inch to show the rosy peak of her nipples. He turned back to the bed and pulled her in. His mouth captured a nipple. Sera moaned as he moved over and on top of her body to love on one nipple then the other. The blanket between them kept his erection from its target, and that only made him want her more.
“I thought it was late? You needed to leave?”
“Not yet,” he said and yanked down the sheet. Sera lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Dominic groaned in gratitude and slipped into her. He started fucking her nice and easy while looking into her eyes. She purred for him and then moaned and panted as his dick thrusts went to maximum velocity. Before long she was nearly chanting his name.
“Domi!” Rocco said and banged on the door. “Domi, are you in here?”
Dominic covered Sera’s mouth to hold down her cries of passion. Still drilling his dick into her silky walls, moving and grooving in and out of her.
“Yeah?” he answered
“Meet me in Mirabella’s office. Now. We have a problem!”
Sera’s eyes stretched. Dominic smiled. “Nothing is more important than this pussy.” He lowered his hand from her mouth, and dropped his head on her shoulder. She ran her hands down his back and he exhaled deeply. He’d go for pleasure, instead of responsibility. Just this one time.
Marietta finished the letter. She read it silently to herself, and then she folded it with care. She handed it over to Minnie. “I have another req
uest.”
“Okay?” Minnie said.
She scribbled down a number on another sheet of paper. “I need you to call this number. Tell Lorenzo that Mirabella is on the warpath. Tell him that I’m in danger and I need him. That Carlo is here too. Tell him if he doesn’t come soon, the baby could come early. He has to move up his plan... ah, he has to come here. He has to see Mirabella and explain to her that we didn’t hurt Giovanni.”
“No!” Zia said from the door.
The women jumped and looked back. “You will not do that, Minnie!”
Marietta saw Minnie discreetly crumble the letter Marietta wrote in her hand. But she didn’t have the opportunity to accept the phone number.
“Zia, you can’t believe that Lorenzo and I did this to Gio!” Marietta pleaded in Italian.
“What I believe is that Mirabella opened her heart to you. The very first moment she learned you were her sister she opened her heart to you. And what you have done since you’ve gained her trust has all but destroyed your sister. She is not the same. Can you see that, Marietta? Can you see who she is now?”
“How can I when she won’t speak to me?”
“She has nothing now but anger, and distrust in her. And that is your doing.”
“I love my sister.”
“You do not! I heard you!”
Minnie’s gaze volleyed between the women. Because they spoke in Italian Minnie remained clueless. Still she felt uneasy. She needed an ally in Minnie. She was her only hope.
“Gio is dying and Mirabella is lost to us, and my Catalina is gone. Everything is wrong and it is your fault.” Zia wept. She turned and left. Marietta couldn’t hold it in. She too began to cry. Zia was right. And it hurt her to admit that truth. Minnie wasn’t sure who she should comfort first. She went to Marietta.
“What did she say?”
“I made so many mistakes. And my baby is going to pay the price.”
“Hush, chile, you didn’t shoot Giovanni. Right? Tell me you didn’t.”
“I didn’t, Minnie, I swear on my mother’s grave. I didn’t shoot him.”
