Maid for the Italian Mafia

by Flora Ferrari

  The reality, and the fear that quickly comes, cause me to tense up.

  “Is there a chance I could still get targeted? Maybe even shot or harmed?”

  “Never. One because I wouldn’t allow it.” He pauses. “You don’t get to the top in my chosen lifestyle without being paranoid. See that glass,” he says, pointing to the floor to ceiling windows.

  “How could I not? It’s the window to the best view in the city, and certainly the best view I’ve ever seen.”

  “And it’s also reinforced glass stronger than the kind they use in the cars that carry the pope.”

  “You’re joking?”

  “Do I look like I’m joking?”

  I realize how juvenile my question was, but Matteo just rolls with the punches and doesn’t get angry. He may be tough, and a bit of a mean mugger at times, but it’s always controlled, and that’s what I like. There’s a method to his madness, and he’s never reckless.

  This whole place, while stunning, is planned to the T. It’s all military grade construction. We could withstand a whole helluva lot, literally an attack, and there’s even a private elevator to exit the building from that the guards don’t even know about.

  “You’re like a real life James Bond.”

  “And there is a helipad on top in case the elevator isn’t the best solution.”

  “So what about that delivery?” I continue, still wanting a direct answer.

  “That was cash, not drugs or anything nefarious. Look…one of my captains ran into some trouble and of course I’d do anything for my people.”

  “But you seemed so angry. It was just over a payment?”

  “It was more than that, but I would never bother my woman with other parts of my business. It was a rare case where someone needed to be dealt with, and I made the call to deal with him in a way that results in swift finality.”

  “Swift finality?”

  Matteo says nothing, not that he needs to.

  “Even with all the technology and new ways of doing things sometimes you just have to go old school. We are still people, and messages need to be sent.” He pauses. “At the end of the day, this leopard isn’t about to change his spots.”

  “Good, because I don’t want you to.”

  “And you know what I want? You,” he says and his lips come crashing down on mine but my hands find his chest and I push back.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I still want to know what I’m getting myself into here. No drugs you said?”

  “Correct.”

  “So what do you deal in, then?”

  His eyes move across the room. “Real estate.”

  “I’d heard about the mafia being entrenched in real estate deals.”

  “Maybe there was some truth to it,” he smirks.

  “So nobody…you know, dies. You’re not out there killing people?”

  “If someone even thought of harming you, or anyone in my family, I’d end them immediately.”

  “Swift finality?”

  “Exactly.”

  “So you are—”

  “What I am is a man who doesn’t take bullshit from anyone, especially in regards to those closest to me. Someone came at my captain so I made sure it would never happen again. Me? I can fend for myself and I have no worries about that. What I worry about is the sheep in my herd. I may be a wolf, but I watch my sheep, and I’ll rip the throat out of any wannabe wolf who comes howling at my herd.”

  “So you’re a businessman who deals in real estate with kickbacks and things like that?”

  “That’s the tip of the iceberg.”

  “So there’s more?”

  “You’re young, and your naivety is a beautiful thing. The way you see the world is the way everyone should, but the reality is things aren’t so black and white. There is a lot of gray area…a lot. There are law enforcement individuals we work with…politicians, all kinds of people who society might hold in high regard or previously thought didn’t dirty their hands. Well, just because you wear a uniform or get elected to hold an office, or whatever the case may be, doesn’t mean you’re not still just a person who’s trying to feed his family at the end of the day.” He pauses. “I talk about gray areas in matters like this, but when it comes to me and my people, and more importantly and especially you, there is no gray area. Our future couldn’t be more black and white, and is crystal clear to me. You’re mine, and the thoughts and feelings I have for you will never waiver. Never. When I say you’re mine, that means I’m equally yours. Forever.” Another pause. “Two weeks ago I was thinking of putting my estate on the market, and already had it photographed and ready to list. Imagine how serious a step it was for me to take photographs of my home. Photographs that literally provide the layout to where I live, which could be accessed by any potential “buyer.” The point is, I was ready to get rid of it and spend all my time here. But then you came into my life, right when I was starting to be sure that my time to find the one had passed me by. It just wasn’t meant to be. But now? Now I know that there’s no way I’ll ever sell that estate, and I already took the pictures back. Pictures which I hadn’t handed over yet and which were shot by one of my guys so nothing about our home has been compromised. And that’s exactly why I won’t sell now…because it’s our home. There’s a yard where children can run free, chasing each other while their puppies nip at their heels. Just the thought of it gives me goosebumps, and as you can guess I’m not one to get emotional very often.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Just tell me who you belong to. That’s all you have to say.”

  My mind is still racing trying to process everything that’s just come at me at one hundred miles an hour, but he was so clear and articulate that it’s not like it’s some big mystery. Matteo is a bad guy by societal standards, but he’s the best man I’ve ever met by mine. Not only that, this “bad guy” in public perception, deals closely with a lot of “good guys” it seems. The line between good and bad is much fuzzier than I knew, but what I know more than anything is there is no fuzziness, no gray area, when it comes to the way he feels about us…and the way that I feel about him.

  “I’m yours.”

  “Damn right you are,” he says, as I feel his arms slide down my body, scooping me up as his mouth claims mine.

  CHAPTER 9

  Matteo

  Electricity shoots through my body, causing my cock to twitch and my heart to hammer in my ribcage.

  “Do you know how sexy you are? Do you know how much willpower it took for me to wait this long to claim you?”

  “How much?” she playfully asks as I carry her to the bedroom.

  “Every. Single. Ounce.” Her breath comes and goes in ragged spurts, the playfulness gone as surely she sees the hunger in my eyes and knows I’m at the end of my rope when it comes to my willpower. “I’ve wanted you from the minute I saw you, but I needed to know you wanted this too…just as much as I do.”

  “I do, it’s just…things like this don’t happen to women like me.”

  “I said it before and I’ll say it again. There are no other women in the universe like you. So in that way, you’re correct. Being that you’re one of a kind, nothing that’s about to happen to you now, or forever, will be like something that happens to…women like you, because you are the one and only. The original. They truly broke the mold when they made you.”

  “Broke the mold, huh?”

  “Damn right, and now it’s going to take everything I have not to break you.”

  “Do it. I want to feel your power.” I adjust her in my grip so she can feel my cock pressing against her. The corners of her mouth turn up into a sly smile. “All of it. I want to feel all of it.”

  Her demands make me crave her like a sailor stranded at sea for months on end craves fresh water. I damn near can’t even make it to the bedroom, wanting to just take her right here and now on the floor, but that’s not how you treat a princess…my princess.

  I
grip her harder, my lower hand squeezing her globes and a small gasp escapes her as I take in the softness of her ass. Good, thanks to that ass of hers I’m going to be able to really let loose and give her the full force of my thrusts.

  When we’re a few feet from the bed I toss her the rest of the way, freeing my hands to undo the buttons on my shirt before she’s even bouncing off the mattress.

  And just like that I’m on top of her, my mouth claiming hers before my tongue trails down the side of her neck. My woman tastes like sugar, she’s oh so sweet.

  As I free the last button my hand grabs her shirt, and makes quick work of her buttons too. I grab her breast over the top of her lacy, white bra, and feel her nipples stiffen into diamond peaks beneath my touch.

  I can’t resist any longer. I need skin on skin contact.

  My hand dips into her bra and I palm a full breast, giving it a squeeze like I’ve been fantasizing about doing since the moment I laid eyes on her.

  “Fuck, the feel of your tits in my hand is like heaven and I could come right now…but no way. I’m saving it for inside you. To breed with you. To make you mine. To claim you. To mark you. And to put a baby in your belly…in your body…your oh so perfect body.”

  She swallows hard and my hand fists her hair, pulling her face into mine so my hungry mouth can claim hers.

  Twisting the peak of her nipple with my other hand causes my cock to lurch in my trousers, and all I know is I need the fuckers off. Now!

  My dick is so hard it’s painful as hell, trying to free itself from the cotton constraints and go where it belongs, where it was meant to be, for the first time ever. Inside her.

  I yank her shirt off her back, and make quick work of my trousers, before finally conceding and just jumping up next to the bed and stripping off all my clothes while she does the same from her back.

  Watching her shimmy out of those clothes is hot as hell. She reminds me of one of those old Vargas girls, a pin-up model from times gone by, when women were real and not the fake, Photoshopped creations we see all around us in society today.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I announce, as if she doesn’t know it already, but apparently she still doesn’t know she’s beautiful, despite my multiple confessions of how her beauty makes me come unhinged.

  She blushes slightly at the compliment and I see her lips part and her face tells me she’s about to object to the compliment.

  I don’t give her a second to doubt me, nor should she.

  I dive back in, claiming her mouth hoping one day she’ll see just how perfect she is.

  Now that our bodies are completely exposed to one another, I feel more of her skin slide along mine as I move feverishly forward and back, my lips claiming every part of her as quickly as possible. It’s like a switch has flipped and I’ve gone from human to primal animal.

  “I’m going to claim you so hard you’re going to wonder how you ever lived without me inside you.”

  Her body pulls back slightly and she looks so damn vulnerable there on the white sheet. She’s like an antelope on the plains of the savannah and I’m a hungry lion ready to take what’s his.

  My hands grab her waist and I yank her hips toward mine as my hands claim her entire body like I’m a sculptor working raw clay into a masterpiece. But there’s no need for me to change a single damn thing about her. She’s already so damn perfect.

  Claiming her mouth again, my tongue passes through her lips and hers follows suit. I pull her hair, exposing her neck more as her body arches causing those pretty, pink, puffy nipples to press into my upper chest.

  I quickly plant a trail of kisses down to her breasts, claiming her nipples in my mouth before continuing along her soft, feminine stomach.

  “Fuck, your cunt smells so amazing, like strawberries,” I say as I stare down at what’s mine, both hands now firmly gripping her ass, elevating her middle like a dinner plate that I’m about to bring to my face and feast on, sans silverware.

  As I pull her pussy up to my face, I can see it glistening already. “You naughty, naughty girl. Getting wet for me so quickly that you’re almost going to come without me, aren’t you?”

  “It’s so hard not to.”

  “Hard?” I question, sliding my hips forward so she can feel my rock hard cock against her body.

  “I need you inside me.”

  “And I need your dripping wet pussy,” I say, my demand causing her body to tremble slightly, but it stops as I lean in and bring my lips to her slit for the first time.

  Her ass flexes as she pushes her pussy into my mouth, as if I needed any help getting even deeper inside her. My face is already buried in her cunt as my tongue laps her sweet pussy juices up in long, hard strokes before I take her clit into my mouth and give it a nice, hard suck.

  I’ve got a firm grip on her ass with both hands, but I can barely resist going to the next level…wanting to slide a finger inside her backside, but not yet.

  I’m claiming her pussy first. That’s final.

  I lower her down to the bed, my mouth staying attached to her middle the entire time as I lap up her juices.

  Slowly, I breach her channel with one finger. “So. Damn. Tight.”

  I pull my finger out and bring it to her mouth. Hungrily, she leans forward and sucks my digit dry, her eyes rolling back in her head, as her head returns to the pillow.

  Watching her enjoy tasting her own juices damn near as much as I do is a fucking rush. There’s no way in the world she can enjoy her taste as much as I do, but it’s clear her pleasure is pretty damn close. Loving the taste of her pussy…another thing we definitely have in common.

  A loud groan echoes throughout my penthouse condo, and I know she’s getting close.

  “Fuck, this feels so good,” she moans in-between incoherent sounds.

  “If you think this is good, just wait until we get to the main course.”

  “Just imagine, beautiful. In the whole world you’re the closest to losing your virginity and passing into womanhood.”

  “I’m not losing it,” she whimpers. “It’s a gift, and I’m giving it to you. I’ve been saving it for you all along, I just never knew.”

  “You’re not just giving it to me…I’m taking it.”

  “Oh fuck,” she screams, as I lick straight up her folds one last time causing her hips to buck wildly as her pussy twitches against my lips as her body releases every ounce of juice that it’s been saving all these years.

  I feel the sides of her legs spasming against the side of my body and I can feel the vibrations of her feet kicking wildly in the air behind me.

  I keep my face buried in her pussy, allowing her to squeeze out every last ounce of pleasure from her first orgasm with me. The trick is not exploding myself. I’m already so damn close just tasting her, and as much as I want to fist my cock and come all over her perfect body, marking her with my seed and my scent, I can’t. I’ve got to be inside her…no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it.

  After over a full minute her body starts to still, or at least it seems so, as I lean back and take in the sight of her. Her chest is rising and falling with each jagged breath as she tries to take in enough oxygen, despite the windows automatically opening the moment we stepped into my place.

  “So that’s what I’ve been waiting all these years for.”

  “All these years? Just think…you only had to wait eighteen of them. Me? Thirty-seven.”

  “Well, then let’s not keep you waiting any longer.” Damn, my woman is so unselfish. The natural reaction would be for her to just lay back and bask in her climax, taking it all in, but no…she wants to please me. And pleasing me is going to get her off even more than my mouth ever could. I know it. Because pleasing me is going to be beyond pleasing for her. I’m going to do my damndest to make sure of it, not that I need to try. Everything is just so natural between us, as it should be.

  “Was that the second time you ever came, because I damn sure know I already made you come once befo
re?” I ask, wanting another few seconds for her to take this in.

  “Honestly…yes.”

  “Good.”

  “Why is that good?”

  “Because it reminds you who you have to go to when you want to feel complete pleasure. Me and only me.”

  “Was there ever any doubt?”

  “None. Never.”

  Suddenly the sound of helicopter blades floods the apartment through the open windows. I look to the side and see some fucking paparazzi chopper or something pointing his long lens in at my place.