by Sienna Mynx
He scooted down a bit to angle himself at her. She hiked her dress all the way up to her waist so he could see her pussy as she eased down on him. She was one big ache for him between her legs. Penetration was her only salvation. He went deep, sending distress through her thighs and pelvis.
Giovanni gasped. So he must have felt it too.
Mira couldn’t stop smiling.
In the excitement and passionate struggle to seize control, he ripped at the front of her dress to free her breasts. She groaned over the ruined garment. But the disappointment was fleeting when her now tender left nipple was suctioned into his mouth. His tongue caressed with tantalizing possessiveness.
“No biting, Giovanni, oww, they’re sensitive,” she said through a single breath, moving up and down on his dick, which rammed in her channel like steel wrapped in silk. He sucked one breast and then the other. His hand gripping her ass controlled her bounce and the other pressed hard against her spine to force her chest into his mouth for him to devour. The urgency of their joining caused tight spasms to spread through her. As they clung to each other in the darkness, their passion for one another began to create exquisite harmony.
Mira’s lashes fluttered and then shut. She winced when he bit her breast and sucked hard on the skin. Gripping his hair to the back of his head, she yanked hard to stop him from being so rough. He relaxed and his kisses went from hard, to tender and soft again. Mira kept moving on his lap, rhythm never breaking. He rose, holding her. And she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist as he brought her down to the floor. When he put her on her back, his strokes were slow and measured with their bellies rubbing and touching. Stirring enough friction in her channel to send shivers up her spine.
He continued to dive deep, and with every thrust of his dick, she found it harder and harder to breathe. Sweat broke over his face; her upper lip and brow were moist with feverish sweat as well. He fucked her wearing just an opened linen shirt. And she with her dress ripped to the front to reveal her bouncing breasts, gave as good as she got. The scene excited her immensely.
Neither of them could tame the other. She grabbed at his neck and shoulder, bringing him down so she could capture his mouth through their joined explosion. His hips circled and his tongue plunged deeper into her mouth. Her brain suffered seizures and nothing existed beyond that moment and the explosive pleasure. She wasn’t sure when she came, but she knew of his volcanic eruption by the hard and fast pounding of his cock and staggering grunts. She clung to him and rode the wave, becoming one with him.
And it was over.
When she opened her eyes, she saw nothing at first. It was as if her conscious mind had blinked out. It took a minute for her to return with him to reality. And how sweet her reality was. Mira smiled, clinging to her husband. Lifting her hand, she looked at her wedding ring, sparkling in the dark. On second thought, who cared why he insisted their son be born in Sicily? Who cared that he believed their child’s Sicilian blood made him as strong as Hercules? As long as she had him, she didn’t care about any thing outside of their family and love.
Milano –
Marietta sat up. She listened. It was definitely the door below. Lorenzo had returned. The villa he had brought her to was once a restaurant, possibly family owned, with living quarters above. Below was a professional kitchen and an empty area where diners could be. Upstairs were four rooms, this one being the largest. She was glad a television was in there to keep her company. Waiting for him to return drove her crazy.
The door opened. He stood there for a minute before walking in. Marietta watched him as he shed his coat and removed his suit jacket. “What happened?” she forced herself to ask.
He glanced back at her. “Happened?”
“You left to see David. Right? What happened? Did he confess to setting us up?”
Lorenzo came to the bed and crawled over the top of her.
“Sdraiati.”
He put his arm around her waist and pulled her down. The kiss he pressed to her cheek was soft and comforting. She relaxed.
“If you’re going to be my woman, there are certain things you should make a practice.”
“Wait? Be your woman?”
Lorenzo continued, as if she hadn’t spoken. “Apri le gambe. First, never question me about my business. I know you have a vested interest in justice with David Capriccio, but you will have to be patient and let me get justice for you. If I say you will have it, you will.”
“I never agreed to be your woman, Lorenzo.”
He pinned her to the bed, holding her down by her wrists. “Second! Enough of the smart talk. Christo! Must everything be a challenge with you?”
“I’m entitled to ask questions.”
“No. Not when I need you to be silent.”
She glared up at him. “Get off of me,” she said,
He recognized the mistake in his approach and he let go of her wrists. “Let’s not fight, Marietta. Save the fight for them, not me. Learn to listen more than you speak. It’ll serve you well, whether you are mine or not. No one likes a mouthy woman.”
Marietta pushed at his shoulders but his mouth came down on hers, crushingly smooth. She immediately became reacquainted with his erection pressed against the seat of her panty, and moistened from contact. Kissing him back she smiled, and half-giggled, while holding on to him. Lorenzo excited her. And the more time she spent with him, the more addicted she became to the adrenaline rush that was simply them. He settled on top of her, reaching between them to run his zipper down and free his dick. He was so powerfully strong in how he kept her pinned. She felt him do all of this rather than saw it. His hands then went beneath her ass and parted her buttocks to open her fully for him. His cock briefly stroked over the right spot. And then he plunged hard. She dug her nails into his back and cried out in surprise. He began with rapid thrusts and swings of his hips that made the bed springs creak. She squeezed her eyes shut. Each thrust of his dick came with such vital strength she had to cling to him, with her nails anchored in his back to hold on.
Marietta arched up from the mattress and her legs cinched tighter around his waist. Hot sexy passion rolled through her like molten lava, incinerating all doubts and resistance. The sweet sounds of joyful cries and whispers for mercy in the dark were foreign for them both. And shockingly, her mind registered that she was the first to break. It was her voice rising high to the ceiling, begging for more. And his husky deep voice in her ear whispered how much he loved making love to her.
Capitulating to passion, Marietta gave him back as much enthusiasm within their sex roll, allowing him to fuck her, and then flip her to pound his cock into her from behind. A sudden moment of unbearable straining gripped her like a seizure before the most earthshattering climax sent her crashing in a downward spiral. Once he joined her, and they were both spent, she gripped the sheets and shuddered through her cataclysmic climax. Tears coursed down her cheeks. Lorenzo sensed her distress and pulled back. He reached for the lamp and flipped it on. Marietta tried to hide her face and weakness, but he forced her to his arms, stroking the back of her head and back. In Italian, he apologized for her pain and disappointment. He said he’d make the fuckers pay for tormenting her. He asked her to believe in him.
Gathering her strength, she lifted her tear- streaked face from his chest and said two words. “Kill him.”
Lorenzo’s brow arched. “Did you just ask me to kill someone?”
She nodded. “I want David Capriccio dead. Dead! Like my poor mama…”
“Cara,” Lorenzo whispered sweetly to her. He pressed his lips to her brow. “It’s my pleasure.”
America –
The phone rang. Dominic walked into the room. He had left Catalina to her shower, after making love to her. They had another hour before the car arrived to take them to Mirabella’s. Drying his hair with a hand towel, and the other tied at his waist, he looked at the ringing phone curiously. It had to be close to midnight in Italy.
“Pronto?” h
e answered.
“It’s me,” Gino answered.
“What is it?”
“The meeting you want with James Walker and Kei Hyogo. It goes down today.”
“Today? Today!” Dominic repeated. “I thought you said weeks? Two weeks? I need more time to check into…”
“Money talks bullshit walks, Sicilian. The warden will give you today only. Around noon. I’ll bring you in myself.”
“Dio mio!” Dominic looked at his watch. He and Catalina had a full day with attorneys and shareholders.
“Problem?”
“No. I can do this. I’ll call you back with where to pick me up.” He slammed the phone down.
The shower turned off. He looked up to see Catalina walk out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel barely covering the curves he loved on her so much. She flashed him a happy smile. “Was that Teddy?”
“Who?” Dominic frowned.
“Theodore Tate, from Mira’s office. Her attorney. I forgot to tell you he called yesterday. He wanted to take us to dinner. I told him not without you. He seemed nice.”
Dominic waved the question off. He knew who the attorney was. He had several phone conversations with him to arrange the visit. “Come here, Catalina.”
She walked over and sat on his lap. He kissed her chin. “Today, when we begin our meetings, I will have to leave.”
“But why?”
“Business. I can’t avoid it. I’ll need you to be my eyes and ears for me when I’m gone.”
“Okay,” she nodded.
“The car will bring you back and you wait for me. I’ll take you to a nice dinner to celebrate your first day.”
Her eyes stretched with excitement. “Yes! Okay.”
“Now let’s get dressed. I need some coffee before we leave.”
Catalina hurried back to the bathroom. Dominic glanced at the phone. He hadn’t planned on facing both men today. But the sooner he got Giovanni what he needed, the sooner he’d restore his faith in him. He hoped.
Capri –
Mira walked back into the cabin. Giovanni had showered with Mira and left her to drying her body and groom for bed. There were no clothes on this yacht. She had decided to put on one of his shirts she found in his dresser. The sleeves swallowed her arms.
“She doesn’t wake much in the night anymore.” Giovanni said, stroking Eve’s back.
“No, she doesn’t. When we first arrived in Sorrento, she woke often. I think it was all the changes forced on her. Kids need stability.” She pulled back the covers and eased onto the cool mattress sheets. “Giovanni?”
“Hmm?” he asked, with their daughter between them.
“What has happened to Kei?”
He frowned at her and Mira quickly explained her curiosity. “Did he get extradited to China? I was only asking, because, well I know we are having him removed from my company. I wondered if it would be a problem.”
“He rots in an American jail cell, Bella. Where he belongs.”
“Oh,” she said, trying to keep her true emotion from her voice. She rarely thought of Kei’s betrayal and her own. To think of his predicament she had to accept the bad, with all the years of friendship and love lost between them. Did he disappoint her? Yes. Did he deserve to be cast out of society? No. Deep down, Mira knew her abandonment of him was wrong. How could she ever explain this to her husband? Loyalty was something he demanded in their love. And for Giovanni, there could only be one love in his woman’s heart.
“Bella?”
“If you are going to give me swimming lessons, we need to teach Eve as well,” Mira said, to ease them into another discussion. “Don’t you think?” She turned to her side and drew the covers up. Giovanni smiled across the bed at her.
“I do.”
“Good night, sweetheart.”
“I love you.” Giovanni said.
*****
After an hour of sleep, Giovanni rolled to his back awake. He couldn’t completely relax in their vulnerable state out at sea. He didn’t think his enemies would dare try something. However, his protective nature over Mira and Eve made him sensitive to the probability. And there was another matter that nagged the edges of his mind.
He drew the covers aside and cast a look over to his sleeping wife and child. Neither stirred. Giovanni found his pants and put them on over his boxers. He picked up his gun from the nightstand and walked out of the cabin. Checking the lower deck, he found nothing out of the ordinary. He climbed to the middle deck and the moon cast the lounge area in silvery blue light. He continued up and went to the navigation room. From there, he had a perfect view of the sea from all four angles. He set the gun down and dropped in the chair. Reaching over to his satellite phone, he began to make calls.
In a matter of minutes, he discovered where Lorenzo was, and dialed his number.
“Yes?” A groggy voice answered on the line.
“What are you up to?” Giovanni asked.
“Gio?”
“I’ve sent you to Milan for a simple task. Now I hear you are causing trouble with Mancini? Why?”
Lorenzo expelled a frustrated breath. “Not true, Gio. The old man is out of his head. I visited him to ask a few questions about the past between Capriccio and the family. It was he who brought up Mancini.”
Giovanni listened.
Lorenzo continued. “Rocco said that Capriccio was chased out of the Mafioso by Mancini. He said Capriccio had no legitimate ties to the Sicilians any longer. This information I needed to ensure our business with David concludes with no issues. We already have Ndrangheta on our hands.”
Lorenzo’s answers made sense. Still, he couldn’t forget the anger in Rocco’s voice. It took a lot to push his uncle to anger and disrespect. And Santo did share information with him during their visit. “My warehouses. How are they?” Giovanni reclined.
“In order. Tomorrow paperwork will be signed and…”
“In order? With drugs from the Nigerians polluting the place!” Giovanni shouted.
“I can explain.”
“No need. I’m sending Santo to make sure the Nigerians are out of our business and all the drugs are dispatched. Capisce?”
“Wait. Don’t! Giovanni, that’s an insult to my authority. Give me two days and I…”
“It’s done.”
Lorenzo sat up in bed when the line went dead. “Figlio di puttana! Shit!”
Marietta stirred. She clutched the sheet to her breast, sitting up. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Go back to sleep.” He snatched off the sheet and picked up the phone. Before she could stop him with her questions he stalked out of the bedroom, dialing Carlo. After three rings, his best friend picked up. “I have trouble.”
“What is it?” Carlo asked, his voice clear, despite the late hour. Carlo lived for the night. He was probably just arriving or about to leave his villa to hit the streets of Napoli when he called.
“That fucking bastard Santo is making a move on me. He told Gio about the marijuana in the warehouses.”
“You should have told Gio.” Carlo answered dryly. “Everyone knew the Nigerians were sucking Calderone’s dick. Of course they had drugs there.”
“I was handling it!” Lorenzo shouted. He paced, thinking of how fucked up everything would be if Santo arrived and the pictures and tapes were out there beyond his reach. David Capriccio could give them to Santo next and he’d be fucked.
“I warned you about Santo. I told you he was making moves, plotting against us. Giovanni thinks cause the fucker went to prison for the family, that his sacrifice is a seal of loyalty. It’s a seal of bullshit! Santo serves no one but himself. And get this…” Carlo took a drag of something he was smoking, possibly marijuana. He spoke with his breath held. “He had his cousins in America blind the China man. Renaldo said he delivered the bastard’s eye to Giovanni as a personal gift.” Carlo exhaled. “Fuck. I would have done it personally if I had the chance. Now Gio thinks the motherfucker is a prince. Like some
type of fucking gladiator. We need to do him. End him. Give me the word and I’ll pay his entire family a visit tonight.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Lorenzo snapped. “We can’t end him you stupid fuck! Then what? Break omertá? Betray the honor code and have to deal with Gio? We have no proof that he is scheming against us. No proof.”
“Then what the fuck do you want me to do?” Carlo nearly snarled into the phone.
Lorenzo scratched his brow. “Stall Santo. I need twenty-four hours and I can deal with him. Just twenty-four hours. And after we settle this Capriccio mess, we deal with Santo once and for all. Expose him to Giovanni. Deal?”
“Stall him how?”
“I don’t fucking know. Figure it out!”
“What about the cugine? Are you taking care of him?”
“Who? Carmine. Fuck Carmine, he’s working… it’s what you wanted right?” A cugine was a lower ranking member of the family. A man who hadn’t taken the vow of omertá. Carmine had killed, and upheld some of the territory extortion jobs, but nothing to garner him a real rank in their family. Why Carlo kept pushing to make strays into men aggravated and confused Lorenzo.
Carlo hesitated before he spoke. “I need you to keep an eye on the kid. He gets excited and overzealous. Just keep him straight.”
“Whatever….”
Lorenzo ended the call and reentered his room. Of course, Marietta was up and alert, waiting for his return. He put the phone back on the lamp table. He sat on the edge of the bed. He had half a mind to storm out into the night, find the bastard Capriccio, and feed him the dead man’s end of his gun.
