by Sienna Mynx
“I’m not trying to make big moves, just my own,” Carlo said.
Renaldo nodded that he understood. “We can’t all be boss. We do what we do for respect, independence, money.”
“The brotherhood,” Carlo said.
“And the brotherhood. Fatherless sons always gravitate to brotherhood,” Renaldo said. “Things can be different for you now, Carlo. You are about to achieve it all from outside of the family. Be legitimate.”
Carlo cast his gaze to Renaldo. None of them had hopes of legitimacy. Especially once they turned their lives over to the Camorra. To be his own man was a rare opportunity for a thug with blood on his soul.
“Don’t screw it away playing games with that woman you barely know.”
“I can handle her,” Carlo assured him. “She’s far safer than the other option.”
“And what is the other option?” Renaldo asked.
“Me being alone,” Carlo said. “You remember that feeling don’t you? After your wife died? Before you met her?” he tossed his chin to the door. “Do you remember the man you were before? The man you are now, Renaldo, is he different?”
Renaldo didn’t answer. He sipped his beer.
“I thought so,” Carlo said.
**
Carlo remained outside with Renaldo. Jamie and Kyra were in the dining room setting the table for dinner. Shae chose to sit next to Ciro on the sofa. “Are you excited?”
He looked to her. She had never spoken to him before. The only time she heard him speak was when he did so in Italian. She forgot to ask if he knew English.
“Sí, signora, I am excited,” he said.
She sighed, relieved. Finally she could have a conversation with one of them. “Carlo has a lot of faith in you.”
Ciro nodded. “My brother,” he said with pride.
Shae found it cute. Carlo rarely smiled unless she made him do so. But when he and Ciro were training, he laughed and joked with the young man as if he were his son instead of a brother.
“How long have you two known about each other?” she asked.
He frowned as if to say he didn’t understand. Shae reformulated her question. “Carlo and you…brothers?”
Ciro nodded again. “Same father. Found each other.”
Shae smiled. “I’m happy for you both.”
“Carlo likes you,” Ciro said.
Shae’s brow arched. “Really?”
“Sí. A lot. Amore,” Ciro winked.
Shae nearly coughed up her wine. Ciro patted her back. She shook her head smiling. “I know what amore means, Ciro. We aren’t in love.”
“Soon,” Ciro assured her. In his way he was giving her his endorsement. The door opened and the men returned. Carlo looked at her and winked. Shae smiled. She may not be in love with him, but she sure did like him a lot.
Later –
“Dinner was nice,” said Shae.
She watched Carlo pull his shirt over his head and toss it. He wore a black t-shirt underneath. It fit snug against his muscular diaphragm. Carlo’s muscles flexed in his arms and chest, and she found it hard to look away. Shae fantasized about him often. During the day, and the evenings, when she couldn’t see him. She was glad to see the night end.
They were back at his hotel room. After dropping his brother off, they returned. She had initially thought they’d stay longer at Kyra’s, but all through dinner Carlo was sullen and quiet. He barely touched or acknowledged her. The shift in his attitude soured her mood as well. She was ready to go, and was relieved when he ended the evening.
“Carlo?”
“Take off your clothes,” he said and started off to the bathroom. He slammed the door. Shae stood there dumbfounded. Prince Charming was gone. She had no desire to spend the night with who was left. She opened her purse and checked to see how much cash she had on her. A cab ride back to the villa shouldn’t cost too much. Shae started for the door.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m leaving,” she told him.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because you’re in a mood. It’s late. I’m tired. Hell, pick a reason. The night is over.” She opened the door.
“Stay.”
Shae walked out. In the hall she turned left for the elevator, when the door opened again. She glanced back at him.
“Stay,” he said again.
“It might be best that I leave.”
“Stay,” he insisted. It sounded more like a plea from him than a demand. He opened the door wider. She walked back inside. Once in he locked the door. She tossed her purse to the chair.
“What happened? Before dinner you were fine. And then bam.” She snapped her fingers. “You changed.”
“I didn’t change. This is who I am.” he rubbed his brow. “I’m not angry. I’m…”
“What?” She waited for an answer. He didn’t respond. She stepped closer. “What? Are you disappointed? Aggravated? What?”
He smiled.
“So now it’s funny?” she asked.
“Will you stay the night?” he asked.
“Of course,” she smiled in return. “I’ll stay. Marietta thinks I’m spending the night with Jamie.”
He took her hand in his and kissed it. Carlo walked over to the bed. He sat on it and she joined him. For a moment they didn’t speak. And then it struck her. The room was clean.
“You cleaned up?” she asked.
“I knew you were coming,” he said.
She put her hand over his and covered it.
“I may come to America some day soon,” he said.
“Really?” she asked.
“Ciro will be a boxer, a good one. He’ll have fights all over the world. I will travel with him. Manage him.”
“You’re a good brother to him,” she said.
“He’s a good brother to me. He makes me… less angry,” Carlo said. He then glanced to her. “So what do you think? About me coming to America?”
“I’d love to show you Vegas,” she said.
He turned her chin. “I prefer you look at me when you speak. What’s in Vegas?” he asked.
“Don’t you know?” she teased.
“I want you to tell me.” He said, keeping his tone even.
“Vegas is huge for boxing.”
“Is it?” he said with his eyes focused on her lips. She licked the plump pair, and it made him lick his in return.
“I know you’ve heard of it. The city has the coolest party scene, with lots of gambling,” she said as she began to scoot back on the mattress. He pursued her and kissed her tummy, breasts, and then her cheek.
“Big shows, and celebrities too,” she sighed. “It’s like Milan at night, but with many more lights. So many blinking and flashing lights they blind you. Shae reclined at the center of the bed and kicked off her heels. He took hold of her wrists and brought them both over her head. The kissing stopped. She looked up into his eyes. Her legs parted and he fit between her thighs nicely. Her dress was up to her waist. He moved his hips in a slow circular motion that pressed his erection to her exposed sex. She chose to go without panties for the evening. She tried to maintain his stare. It was hard.
“How long do you plan to stay in Italy?” he asked.
“For as long as it takes,” she answered.
“Takes? To do what?” Carlo asked.
“Tame my lion,” she smiled.
He laughed. It was the first laugh she heard from him since the dinner. He dropped his mouth on hers and his tongue swept in. She wanted to touch him but couldn’t be freed. She met his kiss with equal vigor until he released her lips, and left her panting for more. “I won’t be tamed.”
“You sure about that?” she asked. “Seems like your behavior is improving each time we’re alone.”
His brows drew together. “Why would you say that?”
“Say what?” she asked.
“What you said. That my behavior is improving,” he said.
“It’s nothing.”
/> “It is something. What have you heard about me, Shae?”
Shae sighed. She bit down on her bottom lip. Carlo stared at her. “I’ve heard that not many trust you with their wives, daughters, girlfriends.” Shae answered.
“I’ve never—”
“Shhhhhh.” She put a finger to his lips. “Don’t explain, Carlo. Not if you don’t need to,” she said. He dropped over to his back. They lay side by side staring up at the ceiling.
“And I don’t need to explain with you?” he asked.
“You’ve told me enough. I’m here because I like lions,” she smiled.
“I like lionesses,” he turned and made her face him by rolling her to her side, gripping her hip. He kissed her brow, her cheek, and her lips. “I wish you to stay longer, with me. I will tell Gio.”
“Whoa… slow down…”
“Stay, and let me know you. Have you with me.”
“I can stay an extra week. Maybe. But not longer,” she said.
“You’ll stay longer,” he answered with a sheepish smile.
She chuckled. And then he buried his face in her neck. The kisses and sucks to her throat were so nice with him squeezing her ass.
“Leave bruises this time,” she whispered in his ear.
It was Carlo’s turn to chuckle. He ran down the side zipper to her dress. They were nose to nose. Carlo’s brown eyes were dark, very dark. She was mesmerized looking into them. Tonight she wanted to play. He sat up and she did too. The dress was brought over her head and cast away. She wore a half bra, but nothing else. Shae unhooked it as Carlo unfastened his belt. His eyes never left hers.
Shae set her hands to his shoulders and smoothed up to his thick neck. She drew his face down to hers and gave him another soft kiss. This kiss meant acceptance. It was the greatest gift she could give him next to her heart. Slowly she turned on her hands and knees to put her back to him. Shae brought her hands behind her back and waited.
Carlo wrapped the belt strap around her wrists and fastened it.
“Tighter,” she said. “I can still move my hands.”
“Is it too tight?” he asked after tugging on it.
“No,” she said. She glanced back over her shoulder. “Feels good.”
He looked into her eyes. He yanked the strap and her arms were forced straight behind her back. Shae had learned a few things about Carlo’s desires in the stolen moments they shared. She always felt his restraint after the first night. She wanted to feel his release tonight.
Carlo pushed up from the bed and began to remove his clothes. Shae tried to look back but couldn’t.
“Lay down,” he ordered her.
Shae walked on her knees further up the bed and then managed to drop flat on her stomach with her wrists bound behind her back. A quiver worked its way down her spine.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he said.
“Have you?”
“I want you on your knees. I want you face down. I want to look at you. Open your thighs for me.”
She jerked up and got to her knees with her bottom lifting up to him in offering. Without the use of her hands she had to put her face in her pillow. Carlo reached across the bed to touch her ass. Just the fingers brushed her left cheek at first. He liked how soft her skin felt she supposed, because he knelt on the bed behind her. He used both hands to rub and squeeze, parting the globes with pleasing massages.
“I like giving it to you in the ass,” Carlo said through a deep breath. He pinched her clit, and she squeezed her eyes shut to the warm tingle it sent through her core.
“I know. I like it too. When you behave, Carlo,” she tossed him a challenging look. There was a girl in every woman who craved to be pushed beyond endurance. The problem was finding a man who understood that darkness and nurtured it, not turned her inside out because of it.
“I’ll behave,” he promised. His palm cupped her sex. Shae’s eyes closed. His fingers strummed the lips of her sex. She began to shake her ass slowly in response. A low, sexy chuckle escaped Carlo. Before she had a chance to respond he bent and licked her from behind. It was glorious. The stroke of his tongue moved over her clit as it eased in to slide up to the tender region between the folds of her pussy.
“Ah, yes,” she sighed.
The tip of his tongue trailed to her forbidden zone. Shae nearly lifted, but her bound arms and position kept her from doing so. He swatted her vagina after the kiss. Repeated strikes were delivered until his hand was wet with her juices. Heat arched through her, and then his hand landed on her backside. The spanking was brief, only meant to tease. And only given because the last time they were together she asked for it. Carlo’s aggression would come after. She braced for the adventure.
The bed pressed down behind her when he joined. She remained in a kneeling position except her knees were parted, and her ass was turned up. “Your only job, bella, is to enjoy me and—” he kissed her shoulder. He kissed the back of her neck. “And let me know if anything I do becomes uncomfortable for you.”
The low, resonant sound of his voice against her ear melted her insides. Her hands cinched together with her fingers entwined.
“Ah yes, cara mia, so nice your body is. I love it,” he said. He kissed down her spine to the separation between her buttocks. The feel of his breath and tongue, mixed with his words, was such a sweet turn on. And his mouth on her clit was just the beginning. He sucked and toggled the tender flesh before holding it hostage between his pressed together lips. The slick wet sounds he made were sloppy but sweet. So few men knew the path to a woman’s g-spot. They treated it like a target to hit at the end of a woman’s cervix. She considered Carlo at first one of those men. But even Shae would freely admit that despite his brutish manner, he could lick and finger fuck a girl to heaven. In his excitement he nudged her sex with his face and she nearly went flat again to her stomach. She held on. The muscles in her vagina contracted and his tongue began to do the swirl licks up and between her folds before returning to task.
And then she exploded.
Wave after wave of blazing pleasure shocked her womb. He teased her further. He traced the tip of his tongue at her entrance before plunging it into her tight channel. When his tongue repeatedly thrust into her, it was only a tease of what his hard cock would bring. She gyrated against his mouth. Emotion clogged her throat and prevented her from celebrating by calling out his name. In doing so, her pussy smashed against his mouth and lips. It felt even better. It felt glorious.
His name became a chant that pushed higher and higher up her throat. And he feasted on her pussy until she neared madness.
Carlo loved the way she tasted. Her pussy was so wet and tight, he found it hard to not force himself on her on the spot. Shae’s essence smeared over his lips and chin. Mannaggia! He wanted her to come but not so soon.
“Relax, goddess, we haven’t begun yet,” he said in a voice tight with frustration. He lifted his head and sat back on his haunches. He’d brought the bottle of lubricant jelly to the bed. Her cherry was on full display for him still. Carlo smiled. He never understood why women liked spanking before sex. He preferred to give licks during.
Not wasting any time, he returned to his position behind her. Without warning he gave her the dick. He pushed hard and fast into her, and as a reward he sank deep. The walls of her sweet nectar quivered around him. There was a fever inside of her. Hot melting heat that paved the way to pleasure so intense it nearly shriveled his spine. Carlo pulled out and thrust forward, rocking her back and forth with his motion. And soon they found a rhythm all their own.
It took insurmountable strength to keep from climaxing. He smacked her ass in timing with his thrusts. He hit her harder and harder. She whimpered but didn’t object. Searing waves of arousal struck him until every nerve in his dick was seized with need.
The vibrations of her ass jiggling when he swat it while pumping into her pussy, made it harder to hang on. He gripped both of her hips to steady her and himself, and fucked her harder. “Han
g on, goddess, just a little longer!” he grunted.
“I’m trying,” she wheezed.
Carlo felt her body cinch tighter around his cock. Pleasure spiked through him with unrelenting intensity. Her bottom slammed her pussy against his groin. And all he could think of was the need to go deeper, fill her to completion, never let their passion end. The tension in his groin built steady and steady, until he rocketed into an orgasm that brought her flat down on the mattress.
“Carlo,” she said weakly. “Get. Up!”
“We’ve just started.” He wheezed. “I’m not done.”
**
Kyra rolled to her side on the bed. She wrapped her arms around her breasts and pressed her thighs together to stop the tremors between them. Renaldo had dropped over to his side of the bed. His body was slick with sweat. Hers too. He looked over at her and smiled. Without him requesting for her to do so, she turned over and stretched her naked sexed-out body across his. He rubbed her ass and then smacked it. She groaned in frustration and eased off him. Kyra watched as he went to the bathroom and rinsed his dick in the sink, then gargled with mouthwash. He returned with a rag. She giggled as he cleaned her sex-beaten pussy.
“No! We aren’t changing the sheets. We’ll just mess them up again anyway,” she teased. She knew he wanted to, but he relented. He returned the washcloth to the bathroom and then joined her.
“Do you have to work tomorrow?” she asked. She snuggled in close.
“Yes.”
“Renaldo, your mother arrives tomorrow. She’s bringing Luca. They were only to stay a few nights with her sister. I want you here.”
“I have to go with the Battaglias to Bellagio,” he said.
“Did you ask for the day off?” she asked him. When he didn’t answer she lifted her head from his chest. He looked down the tip of his nose at her.
“Well did you?” she asked. He only shrugged. She gave up and dropped her head on his chest. “You promised that when we get married you’ll be here more. Luca needs you.”
“And what about you? Do you need me?”
“I need you,” she smiled and hugged him. “I do.”
“I will be here. Trust me. I’ve spoken to Gio. The Donna will be working out of Milan and so will her sister. I’ll be at the factory every day. We’ll have lunch. Take walks together.”
