by Anna Widzisz
Her back arched, bringing their bodies closer together. His cock rubbed against her abs. A low grunt followed.
"Elio, please," she begged, lifting her hips.
Elio almost lost it right there and then.
He reached for his pants he’d tossed to the floor and took out a condom package from the pocket. They never talked about protection and whether Savannah was taking pills or not, however, he had never before had unprotected sex and was used to putting it on. He rolled it on his cock, noticing the girl's attention as he proceeded. She had that look of curiosity painted all over her face. Elio then realized that whatever they were to do from now on was completely new territory.
For him as well.
And he wanted to make Savannah know that but he wavered on whether to say something or not. He knew how to fuck. Hell, he was almost a pro at this point. However, he had to go slow and be ready for the possibility that she could stop him during. Because she was a virgin.
"I'm going to fuck that cunt, baby girl," he said, filling her with more anticipation. Telling her that it might hurt wasn't the right thing because she would tense up. And she already knew that the first time wasn't all that magical since she had been keeping herself somewhat distanced each time they were in bed.
He grabbed her thighs and pushed them further apart to gain better access. He rasped.
She wrapped her arms around his neck before sliding them to his back, fingers resting loosely. That would change as soon as he would break the hymen surely. And there would be deep red marks.
The thought turned him on even more.
Fuck.
He put more pressure on Savannah's pussy going into as gently as he could. He wanted to use more force to end the worst moments faster but he also wanted to protect her. Not cause her more pain.
When he was barely halfway in, her face flashed with pain. She whimpered, tensing. Her walls clenched. "Don't forget to breathe," he commented, wanting her to relax a little bit.
It worked. She laughed. Her nails were clawing at the hard muscles of his back.
He clutched the sheets, plunging deeper into her until he hit the hymen and broke it with one smooth push. Then all at once, Savannah sucked the air, breathing heavily. Tears shone in her eyes. Elio stopped. He didn't want to move if it was as painful as her face seemed to indicate.
She took in his warm, masculine scent to focus on something else. It was strong and spicy. And it teased her nostrils, helping with holding onto something other than the excruciating pain.
"I fucking love how tight you are," Elio whispered in her ear. Another attempt at making her feel better.
She scratched his back from his shoulders to the lower back. He rarely liked having any visible marks on his body after sex. He was the one to leave them sometimes. But Savannah made it so much more gratifying that he couldn't care less at this point what it may look like tomorrow.
"You can move," Savannah moaned, finally able to get ahold of herself. She got used to the feeling a little more when her pussy let go of most of the pressure she used to guard itself against Elio's cock.
He kissed her passionately while pulling out. He started moving his hips, fucking her but still maintaining a slow pace just in case. After a few tries, Savannah closed her eyes, arching. She couldn't hold back crying out his name as pleasure shot through her.
And then he was inside her, changing her breathing with every thrust, hearing her moans timed to his body. Her legs trembled with this experience that she’d come to like quicker than she’d thought. She still felt the pain, however, it was nothing like before. Now she treated it like another stimulus, letting Elio act on his desires more.
She sent him a reassuring smile and in seconds he was on her again, fucking her harder, just long enough to intoxicate her mind before stopping again.
If it was begging he wanted, he would have to stop long enough for her brain to start working again. Another lesson learnt after the orgasm control, which aggravated Savannah further.
Elio smirked, taking her nipple in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth slightly.
"Elio, stop the teasing," she ordered, prompting the man even more to keep up what he was doing.
She was supposed to beg.
Then he moved to the other nipple. His hand rested against her throat, drawing little circles near her jaw.
The promise of more.
That's what it was.
"Elio," Savannah moaned again. "I beg you."
She gave in.
As on command, Elio pulled away before shoving his cock all the way in. His grip on her throat tightened, limiting her breath. Not enough for her to not be able to inhale but enough to lose herself in the gesture. Surprisingly, she loved it. It was as possessive at it came, but unlike her past experiences of being hit and grabbed just to be pushed to the floor, this showed all the emotions she craved.
She closed her eyes.
"Don't close your eyes, baby girl. I want you to watch me fucking your cunt," Elio demanded.
Savannah followed his instructions.
He crashed his lips against hers roughly, biting the lower one. A drip of blood lingered between them until he licked it away.
"Are you okay?" he asked, reprimanding himself for losing self-control. He still hadn’t gone all the way but it was rougher than he’d intended in the first place.
His hand released her throat.
"Perfect," she assured him, completely ignoring the pain that was now just a slight inconvenience at best. "How come it went away so quickly?"
The question felt stupid. But whenever she’d heard or read about sex, everyone made it seem like the first time was the worst thing they had ever had to endure when in fact she’d only been uncomfortable for a few minutes before pleasure had kicked in. But asking this made her even more insecure. She was certain that no girl had broached the subject with Elio in a moment like this. If ever.
”The pain,” she added.
"It depends on the person rather than a rule. From what I know some women don't even feel pain in the first place," he explained, unfazed that she’d asked that so innocently.
Then he slammed into her hard, shutting her senses altogether. She tugged at his hair, making him groan in her mouth.
"You're so beautiful."
With those words she felt herself let go, which was shortly followed by a warm spread inside her pussy, indicating that Elio had done the same. He slowly slid out of her and took off the condom. It was slightly covered in blood. He kissed her before getting up to throw it into the trash.
Savannah watched him carefully as she rolled on her side and hugged the sheets to her chest, one leg above the cover. She looked tired but the small smile on her face assured Elio that she didn't regret what happened.
Thank fuck.
His eyes landed on the red stain in the middle. It was like a cold realization of what they’d done. Both satisfaction and guilt worked their way up to his head. He wanted to keep what he and Savannah had. Whatever it was.
But no promises were made beyond what he could offer at that point. He just wished that someday it would change for more.
The girl followed his eyes, blushing as she saw the blood. "Sorry."
Elio frowned at the apology. "What are you sorry for?"
She hid her face in her hands. "Bleeding."
Now he really felt like an asshole. With the way she surprised him time and time again, he kept on forgetting that innocence still lingered within her. Corrupting her might be easy but it was a long process. And this was only the beginning.
He shook his head, then put on his shorts before leaving the bedroom. He stopped at the end of the corridor by Aiden's door. There were no sounds which made him think that the boy hadn’t heard anything and was still sleeping. At least he hoped that was the case. He hated him as it was and giving him another reason for it was the last thing he wanted.
With a deep sigh, he went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, wetting it a little.
He then returned to Savannah, handing her the cloth. He kneeled next to her, watching as she wiped the remaining blood off her thighs and pussy.
"Don't ever apologize for anything, Savannah. Especially not something like this."
He pleaded. He tucked away her hair behind her ears and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
A soft fucking kiss.
"Are you mad that it wasn't what you are used to?"
His eyebrow rose. "How do you know I'm not used to that?"
"By the possessive gestures you’ve had since the club. You like dominating and I can only assume that was the gentlest you’ve ever been," she admitted.
"You like me taking control," he said. "But going all in would never be something I could do with a virgin. Partially because you were the first and only virgin I actually gave two fucks about."
Her expression turned into utter shock.
"I told you I want to be good to you," he added before dragging her body to him as they lied on the bed. It was late and the girl had an early shift just as he had a meeting in the morning. Furthermore, there was no need to dwell on this longer.
Elio preferred action, anyway.
Chapter Thirty-One
Sneaking out of the house wasn't ideal, however, his brother hadn’t stopped calling for the last two hours. And as much as Elio loved to ignore Fabro, he couldn't help but think that something had happened. So at five in the morning, he got up, quickly got dressed and left Savannah's place before she woke up in half an hour.
He texted him to ask where he was before he headed towards his car. Whatever happened, he didn't feel like talking on the phone. It was rather irritating and he usually either messaged someone or met face to face.
"I'm closer than you think," he heard and immediately stopped in his tracks. A heatwave went through his body realizing how screwed he was. And what was worse - Savannah.
He glanced at the doors to her apartment.
"You fucked up big time, brother," said Fabro, chuckling. "Unless you want to try another excuse as to why the waitress actually told you about Hunter and his side deal?"
There was no way he could keep up his lie anymore. Yes, Savannah had told him partially because she was scared of the consequences. But mostly the ones that would befall her brother. That their relationship had evolved to something more had nothing to do with that.
But Fabro wouldn't give a fuck. His endgame was to expose him even though whatever Father had was his. Or at least all of it would be once the man retired.
Or preferably dropped dead.
"I wouldn't waste my time on that."
He finally turned towards his twin. Fabro was standing with his back pressed against the hood of his car. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. His hair as usual left in messy disarray.
Elio's hands balled into fists waiting for his brother to clearly state his intention of turning him in to the Capodecina. And he hoped that was as far as he would go. Because the worst thing was Savannah enduring a harsh interrogation if she was found dangerous for the Famiglia. Since Gastone was known for having no respect for women, that would end badly.
The mere thought made Elio's skin crawl.
"I knew that if I waited long enough you would make a fucking mistake."
Elio frowned.
"Do you think I forgot about Father's demand to pay the girl a visit? Hardly." He laughed. "I must admit, I was surprised that you waited an entire week to get together with her after the meeting. But you seriously need to work on your sexual abstinence. Is this whore's cunt that magical? Maybe I should actually go and check myself?"
The Enforcer fired at once, pinning Fabro to his car. He squeezed his throat hard with one hand while the other one fisted his t-shirt. His eyes darkened with the rage that coursed through his veins. The image of his brother disrespecting Savannah and calling her names didn't sit well with him.
Fabro didn't look half-amused. His face went red but the smirk on his lips stayed because he knew that Elio would think twice before harming him. If he wanted to live, he would let go sooner or later.
And reluctantly he did. But not before punching him in the nose.
"How long have you been fucking the waitress exactly? And also how much have you told her about our business?" Fabro asked, ignoring the move.
"I haven't told her shit. And there's really not much to tell either way. As I'd already said - our Famiglia isn't the most lowkey organization in the States. Hell, I would go as far as saying that our Capo dei Capi does more to sleep with a lion in its den."
"Somehow I don't believe you."
"May I remind you that if the Famiglia went down I would be one of those with the longest sentences because of my field of work? So why in hell would I risk it?"
He was an Enforcer. The number of people he’d had to deal with since being initiated grew rapidly. His hands were the ones to deliver heavy punishments upon others. No matter on whose orders. Only facts mattered in court. And as he had been given the tasks by word of mouth, it couldn't be traceable, while the road he had taken, the time he had left the places were much easier to find even years back.
His father and brother would still be sentenced most likely, however, not with the same severity.
He wasn't keen on the thought that the DEA or FBI might catch them red-handed. Even if their resources had been focused on the Seattle Famiglia for the last two years, that could change at any moment. However, none of it would be Savannah's doing. They didn't talk about his job. She was the one to constantly change the subject if it strayed towards uncomfortable topics. Rightfully so. She’d seen him torture and kill Hunter which had been his only slip and could bring consequences. An error in judgement. But he was willing to take his chances.
"Your excuses are desperate at best," he ticked. "Be a man and accept that you got tangled up with a poor, pathetic waitress and take the punishment given."
He swallowed another insult.
Fabro was baiting him. After years of looking at his tactics and the ideas he came up with when helping Father deal with people, Elio had no doubt about that. He wouldn't fall for it. Being a man in this case entailed sticking to his side of the story. If not for him, then to protect Savannah.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "You wouldn't be standing here if you had even a shred of proof. Going to Father with your suspicions wouldn't help much because he would turn his head in the opposite direction rather than face Noah Falcone without as much as a confirmation."
The words hit home. He went to open his car doors to drive away. Looking down at his clothes, he was glad that at the very least they were still looking somewhat wearable and not as something that could only be thrown into the fire.
"Who said anything about telling Father? I much rather would stand on the sidelines and watch it play out. It will all turn sour at some point and in the worst moment possible. I cannot fucking wait to witness it. Karma is a bitch, brother."
Then with a mocking salute, he drove away.
Elio was pissed. He was fucking fuming. He and Fabro could barely be called brothers. They usually taunted each other with this simple word. Because truthfully they couldn't be further from being siblings. Only on paper. People saw them partying together and assumed otherwise. What went on behind closed doors would come as a surprise for many. The worst part was that there wasn't even a single moment that had turned it all around for the worse. No. Millions and millions of little things, events and occurrences were to blame for their current state.
And he was done pretending that Fabro could even consider having his back.
That would never happen.
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He looked at his phone again, still not seeing any message or missed call. Which he was expecting as he had called Savannah many times in the last few hours. It made him anxious whether Fabro had decided to come back and have that chat with the girl that he was ordered to have. Elio knew that she was working but with the
few five-minute breaks that all employees were entitled to in the diner, she should have been at the very least able to write him a short text stating that she was alright.
Being at the Midnight Mayhem with Flavio to help him take care of a few things before the next race that he was also considering taking part in, he couldn't just up and go to check on Savannah. One - the Famiglia came first, second - he would hate explaining it to Flavio.
They were sitting down with Bootsie and the owner of the area, William Sanders to discuss further development of the races as well as to establish the percentage of the share the Las Vegas Famiglia would have in it. With the money they had given to renovate the place and elevate to current standards, it was more of the Famiglia's place now than anyone else's. However, they needed to up their scales as far as events being held here were concerned. The constant flow of money was necessary.
"We should consider exploiting other ways of advertising this place. The only days that the Speedway is packed are Fridays and we need more such events to bounce back from the renovation investment," said William, looking directly at Bootsie who was the main organizer of Friday nights.
Elio snorted at this comment drawing all the attention.
"What is on your mind?" asked Flavio, seeing as his friend didn't agree with the man. Quite frankly, Flavio himself didn't seem keen on the idea.
"The reason for Friday nights being packed is the simple fact that it's only one day. Something unique. Don't change that because you think it will attract people. It won't. Come up with other ideas and fill in the empty spots in the weekly program but leave the Midnight Mayhem Friday races as they are."
Flavio regarded him carefully, deep in thought about what had been said. He then cleared his throat, leaning slightly over the table tapping his fingertips against the wooden counter.
"I agree," he finally spoke out. "We should look at this as innovative marketing. Seek improvements rather than transfer one successful branch into a few of the same kind. Only then we might be able to gain a desirable net profit. We are looking to expand, not mimic our actions."
