by Via Mari
“Chocolate latte?” I ask, glancing at the menu.
She smiles brightly. “You’re spoiling me, in more ways than one.” I take in the coloring of her cheeks and something in my chest tightens. She’s thinking about last night, too.
The waitress arrives and I order each of us a latte and a cornetto, a favorite pastry of the locals in this area of Italy, which should tide us over until lunch since they eat much later than people in the States.
I take her wrist across the table, the one I intend to restrain to my bed later, and lean across the table so only she can hear me. “Last night was just an introduction, Princess. You have no idea what pleasures I have in store for you,” I say, knowing that I fully intend to spoil her in every sense of the word.
She doesn’t respond verbally, doesn’t need to. Her eyes are bright and alive, her cheeks are flushed, and the pulse in her wrist has quickened under my finger. My princess is responsive in her own way, and my cock hardens as I watch her process my words.
When we finish, I pay the waitress and grasp Marenah’s hand as we walk out of the bar, prepared to take her on a tour of the cliff villages and lemon groves, but I see a shadow darting into a storefront just behind us in my periphery, seconds before my cell beeps and everything goes south.
Marenah
Matt switches sides with me, taking my hand. The gesture is exactly how I feel, an attempt to get closer to each other, and I lean into his warmth. I’m still trying to deal with the attraction that I feel for him. It’s like this current running between us every single time we’re close, even across the room, and it’s intensely magnified when we touch. Even his hand, capturing my own, sends an electrically charged pulse directly through me.
I’m lost in my thoughts, just walking along the street with him, when his hand tightens, gripping me firmly, his arms wrap around me, and then rapid fire plays out over what seems like the entire village, shattering the store window that is within three feet of us. Matt’s reactions are seconds quicker than my own, and he has me splayed on the ground, his body on top of mine, pushing me into the sidewalk as he shouts instructions to the driver, and I don’t know who else.
“When I tell you to move, you move. We’re going to the back right passenger seat of the limo that’s going to pull up in front. Understand, Princess?” Matt asks, stroking my hair.
I can barely breathe from the weight of his body on top of mine, but I’ve seen him in action when danger ensued, and I know his instincts are good and that he has every intention of getting us out alive. “I know too much, they’re coming for me. You need to protect Sasha,” I say.
“Shh, Princess let me deal with this,” Matt says, stroking my cheek as we wait for our ride, hidden from whoever was firing. We won’t have long because I know for a fact these people have no patience.
“No, you don’t understand. If they’ve come for me, you need to be a long way away from me,” I say just as a sleek black limo pulls in front of us, and Matt pulls the door open, hauls me from the ground, and literally heaves me into the back seat.
He pulls the door closed, and the guy next to the driver yells for him to floor it.
“Did you not hear what I am telling you? There are things I can’t explain, but I am trying to give you a clue, make sure you and your teams aren’t in danger, and you’re just ignoring it,” I say, pushing my hand against his chest when he reaches to console me. “You need to get me to the nearest transit and let me off. I’ll make my way out of the country and call you when it’s safe,” I say.
His steely eyes penetrate mine, grasping my hand at his chest, holding it in his own as he assesses me and my outburst. “Not going to happen, Princess,” he says, and then turns to the driver and gives him instructions before hitting the switch that engages the privacy glass to come down, sheltering us from the eyes and ears of the driver and security guard in the front seat.
“Matt, you have to listen to me. I know you’re trying to help me, but there’s so much I haven’t told you that will impact you if you are with me. It’s better if you just let me off somewhere, please, you do not want the trouble that will follow me. You and Jay, please, promise me, just keep my sister safe.”
His grey eyes focus in on mine, holding them captive with his concentration. It feels like ages instead of mere minutes. “Sasha is fine. I have it on good authority that this isn’t about her or you or your no-good father. This is something else, isn’t it, Princess?” Matt says, stroking my cheek with his finger.
I don’t know how to respond, contemplating what telling him the truth would mean and am embarrassed when I realize that I’ve just leaned into his touch, wanting it, desperately needing it to provide me with comfort. I am not some needy woman. I am trained in not only physical combat, but emotional conflict, but I can’t quite get past the commotion in my mind. He pulls me closer and trails the finger that was just on my cheek, letting it glide lower, creating a path southward, until it’s circling around my collarbone, exploring the prominent bones he finds, and then slipping farther, underneath the hoodie, exploring the delicate flesh of my breast and rubbing the tips of my nipples as he bites into the tender skin of my neck.
I hear myself moaning, as he continues to suckle my skin. My thighs come together, and I try to think of something that will pull me out of the moment, away from the exquisite feel of his hands and mouth on me, but it is impossible. When the driver slows in front of his building, Matt adjusts my clothes and kisses my lips gently. “I’m not letting you go Princess, and I don’t think you want me to. We’ll finish this inside,” Matt says before nipping my lower lip.
“The team’s swept the entire area, we’ve engaged the perimeter security, and the top floor is open. You will be secure here,” the driver says over the audio. Matt grasps my fingers, entwining them with his own. I know Matt thinks we’re safe here, but we only have him, me, and his crew. The people coming for us will have body-armor-piercing bullets and we won’t have a chance.
He guides me into the building, seemingly confident, but I still can’t believe the people we’re dealing with won’t be able to find us. He assures me it’s safe and that we have an entire team watching the monitors.
Matt leads me inside, through the great room, and into the kitchen. “Take a seat,” he says, gesturing to the Tuscany-styled high-rise table for two in the corner as he walks to the wine refrigerator and opens a bottle of red. “It’s an exclusive red blend from Bolgheri, Tuscany, Italy, mature, so we can enjoy right away and skip the breathing process,” Matt says, pouring it into two deep crystal wine glasses and handing me one as he swirls his own.
“I don’t know too much about wines,” I say shyly. “If you want to do vodka shots, I’m your girl,” I say.
He smiles at me. “Swirl, like this,” Matt says, twisting his wrist so the red liquid twirls in the large beveled wine glass. “Now smell the bouquet,” he says, bringing it to his nose and inhaling.
I do likewise and breathe in the aroma of the mature red wine.
“The scent, it’s intoxicating, right?” Matt says.
“It is,” I say, taking another sip of the complex but sweet drink and swirling my glass as he’s demonstrated. Matt lifts my chin so that my eyes are raised, looking into them with his.
“It’s not nearly as intoxicating as the scent of your pussy, Princess. We’ll talk later, but right now I think you should be rewarded for all you’ve gone through today,” Matt says, lifting me, carrying me into the bedroom before allowing me to slide down his body, feeling every rigid muscle and the hard cock pressing against me as I do. He slides his hand between us, pulling his leather belt through its loops, and my heart races harder and my pussy gets wet as I feel his dick harden even more and pulse against me.
“Hands over your head, let me undress you,” Matt says, peeling layer after layer from my body, exposing my collarbone, suckling and traveling lower, raining kisses and
suction as he settles me onto the bed.
I moan and my hands slide downward, toward him, wanting to feel his hardness in my hands, but his grasp on them tightens, slides them above my head, exactly where he wants them before wrapping my wrists in his belt, and then fastening them to the hook in the ornate headboard, leaving me naked with the exception of a pair of white lacy panties and completely restrained.
He kisses all the way down the length of me, starting with the shell of my ear, circling it with his tongue before dipping into it. The moment he does, I say his name, just softly, it feels so good. He teases me with his mouth and the warmth of his tongue, trailing down my collarbone, the swell of my breasts, and pays extra attention to my nipples. He sucks each of them, looking up at me with this steely eyes until the sensation becomes so intense that I hear myself moan softly.
He does it over and over before licking lower, across my navel and to the top of my panties. “So pretty Princess, but you won’t be needing these when you’re with me,” Matt says as he fingers the lace, letting me feel the warmth of his breath through the thin material.
I turn the side of my head into the pillow. Just his breath, right there, is enough to make my heart race.
“Look at me, Princess. I want you to watch while I reward you. Let your knees fall to the side,” Matt says, and I can feel my cheeks flush, but I do as he’s asked.
Matt
In this position she is spread wide, her thighs open for me to view and explore, and I can see the slickness and the telltale signs of wetness start to pool at her center. I push my dick against my hand to settle him while I sink myself between her legs, push her thighs wider, and inhale her scent deeply. Fuck, she is intoxicating. I stroke her little nub with my thumb, rubbing against the soft, sensitive skin with the rough surface of my thumb.
Her hips raise, and I smack her pussy lightly with my palm. Her eyes widen, and she moans when I do it again. This is not a punishment for my princess, she likes it way too much. I caress harder, delivering the rough stroke over her tender flesh at the same time I dip my tongue into her now wet and slick center.
She squirms and attempts to close her thighs, but I don’t allow it. Instead, I push her thighs apart, spreading her wider and begin to lick, holding her as she thrashes and just when I feel her start to unwind, I sink two fingers deep inside of her and suck her clit hard. “Oh my God, Matt,” she yells, and I love the way her little body bucks against her restraints, at the same time she comes all over my tongue. I continue sucking and pumping her through her pleasure, watching as her tight little belly contracts as she comes down from her high, relishing in the feel of her pussy clenching around my fingers as she rides her release.
I shed my clothes and watch as her eyes take me in, fully dilated and still hazy with desire.“Ready for me?” I ask, sliding next to her and kissing up her body as she shivers against the pleasure and her restraints.
I can hear her panting, but she hasn’t answered. “I asked you a question, Princess,” I say, wrapping my dick while licking against the creamy skin of her neck, working my way to the sensitive skin of her ear.
“Yes,” she pants. One little word, and that’s all I need to hear before I take her legs and place them on either side of my shoulders. She’s watching, eyes wide and those baby blues are filled with lust, just the way I like them. She licks her lips, lifts her hips, and my dick pushes into her sweetness, one long thrust and I am rooted, buried to the hilt in her warmth. I pull out slow, letting her acclimate to the size.
I work myself in and out of her, excruciatingly slow. My dick wants to plow into her, but I want to feel her come all over me first. I slide in and out, exploring, rubbing against the end of her until she is squirming with need, and only when she clenches around me, and I know that she’s close do I begin to drive home deep, thrusting against that sensitive spot I’ve found that makes her crazy. I hit it again and again until she’s crying my name and coming all over my dick, milking me with her spasms, at first just little cries, and then screaming her pleasure and it’s that sound and my name that brings me crashing over the edge.
I release her wrists, pull her against my chest and rub them gently. She nuzzles against me, and I want nothing more than to feel her silky soft skin against my own. “Princess,” I say, pushing her long blonde hair out of her face so I can see those baby blues.
“Hmm,” she says, looking up from smoke-filled eyes.
“You are fucking amazing,” I say, kissing her forehead, her nose, and then parting her lips with my own.
Marenah’s bright blue eyes dance with delight. “That was amazing,” she says groggily.
I kiss her and slide her down into my body, cradling her as we drift into sleep. I wake about twenty minutes later with her still tucked into my arm. I look down at her, and even as thoughts of earlier come to mind and what we are facing, I dismiss them because I want this, the intimacy that we have, even if it’s only for a short time. We can have this moment, at least that’s what I thought until my phone buzzes.
I push the button, connecting with the security team. “Matt, I wish I didn’t have to give you this, but the lady you call Marenah is an international spy. We’re still trying to figure out who’s paying her, but we know she’s working for someone, just not who.”
Fuck! I glance down at her peacefully sleeping frame and step out of the room, closing the door behind me. “Roger that. Turn on the mics, and all conversations between us and when she is on her own will be open for review. I’ll send a message when you’re to turn them off if I want to spend time with her privately until we know for sure what’s going on.”
“Roger that,” I hear as I disconnect and head back into the bedroom, glancing down at the woman that looks so much like a princess and not a spy as I dress quietly. I’ve seen the other side, though, the resilience in the face of danger, the way she fights that could have only been taught by very few elite troops.
I decide to let her sleep and make my way toward the kitchen, start the coffee pot, make myself a sandwich for lunch, and hit the button that will connect me with Jay, and turn it on speaker knowing she’s fast asleep.
“Jay here.”
“Hey, I’m assuming you got the information. Jay, I didn’t know Marenah was working for someone else, but in hindsight, the way she fights should have made me dig a little deeper.”
“No, I get it. I’ll send you the original file you sent me on Sasha. It may contain something that we overlooked the first time. I don’t know if it’ll help, but the intel team picked up some spy activity a couple weeks ago, and for whatever reason thought it was Sasha. At the time, I thought it might be true. Sasha works for the ballet troupe and is in multiple countries each year and rubs elbows with the elite of the elite, politicians and all that shit.
“Turned out they were wrong, but I didn’t know until shortly before you did that the team made the connection back to Marenah. They just got the wrong sister. I’ll send you what I have, and let me know what you need. It sounds like you’ve made a good call keeping her away from Chase’s estate and the family. He knows everything about Sasha and Marenah’s family, but this is different. Do you need anything until we find out who she’s working for?” Jay says.
“No, I’ll take a look at what you send, talk with her, and then I’ll let you know first, but we may need to let Chase and Brian know.”
“Agreed, I’ll defer to you on this, Matt. I know you’ll do the right thing. Let me know if there’s anything that I can do until then,” Jay says before disconnecting.
In less than a few minutes, a pinging sound on my phone alerts me to an incoming message. I skim through the information that Jay sent over. It provides Marenah’s sister’s name, place of residence, current occupation, and description. She was born in a hospital in Moscow as Sasha Koslov, which means my princess was with her. Their mother was nineteen and father twenty. Their mother is the daugh
ter of Ivan Vlasenko, head of the Russkaya Mafiya, a man rumored to lead the Bratva with an iron will. My heart is pounding as I read on. The remains of Koslov, Sasha and Marenah’s father, son of the caretaker for the Vlasenko estates, were found wrapped around a tree after Koslov visited the hospital the day before Sasha’s mother and her twin daughters were released in the care of Vlasenko.
I am in a relationship with a daughter of the Russian and Chicago Mafia while working for the Italian Family, and while I knew that, I did not think she was a spy, or I would have been straight up with Jay and Chase when we met to talk about the expansion of the security team and the goal of taking care of all of the families.
I pour myself another cup of coffee and am just settling in at the breakfast bar, determined to get that intel faster, when Marenah walks into the room, covered from collarbone to past her knees in a white fluffy robe.
I glance up, wondering if perhaps we could be wrong, but she takes a seat beside me and blows every hope that she isn’t a spy right out of the water. “So, I think we’re at an impasse. You shouldn’t keep the volume on your cell so loud. I heard some of the conversation between you and your team. They’re right. I’m not into playing games. I’ll be as straight with you as you’ve been with me,” Marenah says, leveling me with those sky-blue eyes.
I nod. “I’ve read you and your sister’s background. You’re both Chicago and Russian Mafia. Bernatelli doesn’t claim you and probably put the hit out on the man rumored to be your father to keep his dirty little secret hidden,” I say.
Marenah inhales deeply, contemplating my comment before she nods. “It’s true. Nobody knows. Daddy dearest didn’t want us to get in the way of the trust that his wife inherited. It’s more than considerable.”
“I thought you were undercover, and that you were in danger, not a spy. That’s why I had you held in Chicago, had a security tracer put in your skyrise, and your key code uploaded and programmed to my phone. A pretty little airline attendant maybe, but you fight too fucking good to not have been taught by an elite unit, and there’s only a handful of them around the world. The only question I have is, Who are you working for? Intel hasn’t returned that yet, so you have a chance to tell me yourself,” I say, leveling her with my own steely gaze.
