Men of Mayhem

by Anthology

  “I want to take you out to the balcony.” He laughed when he saw the look of shock filter across my face as he dragged me along with him.

  I nodded. When he opened the doors to the balcony, I was in awe at the incredible view. I could see all the city lights of Reggio and the cool breeze and faint music I heard from the neighbouring apartment was calming. “It’s a beautiful place.”

  He bowed slightly. “Grazie.” He looked at me and smiled, and I took a cautious step back. His smile made me feel warm and tingly.

  “I thought you lived at the villa?” I asked.

  “I do, but I like to have my own personal space, away from the hired help. This place belonged to my mother, so it holds a special spot in my heart. I’ve never brought a woman here, Allegra. Only you. I know this is an arrangement, but I feel a connection between us. I admit, you growing up around the famiglia is probably an attraction, even though you may not approve of what I do.” He turned me to look at him, his arms encircling my shoulders. “But that’s not all. I must be the craziest gangster in all of Italy because I feel you will be the one thing I need to keep me sane. And the one thing I thought I would never need.”

  “Oh,” I said weakly, my nipples hardening at the thought of him having his way with me. I wanted him and he wanted me.

  “I don’t think I can control myself around you any longer, Allegra.” He looked down and noticed the hard buds pressing out against the thin material of my dress. He reached out and grazed his thumb across one and I trembled. “You want me too, don’t you?”

  “Yes, I do,” I told him in a soft voice. I looked into his eyes, feeling warmth between my thighs, his thumb tracing slow circles around my nipple. “This is insane.”

  He stepped closer and leaned in, his lips inches from mine. “Life is insane.” He leaned closer and I parted my lips, eager to feel his mouth on mine again.” His lips brushed across mine, soft, like the kiss of a feather, and then he was pulling me with him back inside, leading me to a bedroom. His bedroom.

  Fabrizio reached up and slid his finger across my cheek, making me tremble. “Your skin…” His finger hooked into the strap of my dress and tugged it down, exposing my bare shoulder and my white bra. His warm palm flattened against my back. “Your flawless skin.” I bit my lip as his hand slid around in a slow, gentle circle on my back.

  He stepped closer, tilting my head up as he leaned lower. My heart hammered in my chest as his mouth claimed mine, his tongue dancing with mine as his hand tightened on my back, pulling me closer to him. I moaned softly as his other hand found my breast, his talented fingers pinching and pulling my nipple until it was firm.

  His lips moved from mine, covering my cheek and jaw with kisses. “I can’t wait to have you piccola mia.” His hands slid from my breast down to the bottom of my dress, his fingers brushing softly across my leg. “You are mine.” He stared at me intently, as he slid his hand under my dress, gliding up the sensitive skin of my thigh.

  “Fabrizio,” I said softly. “I…ohhh.” I closed my eyes, unable to hold back a moan as his fingers rubbed across my silky underwear.

  “Shhh,” Fabrizio said. “Just relax, and I will show you pleasure like you’ve never known before.”

  I writhed against him, moaning, as he rubbed my clit, my underwear getting wetter the more he rubbed. “I’ve…um…I wouldn’t know.”

  His hand stilled, and his lips stopped doing the delicious thing they were doing to my neck. “You mean you’ve never known any pleasure?”

  Shit. I wished it wasn’t so dark in the room so I could’ve seen his face. I wanted to know if he was concerned or appalled. I had no way of knowing. His voice seemed merely curious.

  “No,” I answered, barely above a whisper.

  “Allegra, are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

  I nodded.

  “Dio,” he growled out and moved away to switch on the lights. Brightness filled the room as he flipped the light switch on. I squinted at the sudden light, surprised to see him smiling. “I can’t believe someone as beautiful as you is untouched…but I will make it worth the wait, cara.”

  He extended his hand. I took it and with a sharp tug Fabrizio pulled me to him, sweeping me off my feet and lifting me into the air in one smooth motion, holding me tight against him. “Tonight you are la mia fidanzata.” He looked into my eyes as he carried me to the bed. It was all happening so fast, I felt as if I was drowning. I could feel his heat through his shirt and jacket, and I was overcome with an intense desire to feel his flesh against mine, recalling the sensation of his hand sliding up my thigh. I licked my lips, trembling against him. He smiled at me. “Don’t be scared, cara, I’ll try my best to be gentle.”

  Try his best? What the hell? He better fucking be gentle. I sure don’t want my first time to be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am!

  Placing me gently on the bed, he looked down at me as he removed his jacket and placed it over the back of a chair. “Since this will be your first time, we will do things a bit differently. There are certain things, certain preferences I enjoy. I want to experience them all with you and teach you to enjoy them.”

  I started to reply, but then he took his shirt off. My eyes were drawn to his broad, muscled chest, drifting lower and drinking in the leanness and sculpted muscle of his flat abdomen. The hard muscles of his arms made me squeeze my thighs together and groan as I watched the muscles ripple as he threw his shirt off. Then the rest of his clothes followed, until he stood there looking like a warrior clad only in his briefs.

  Looking at me with an intense stare, he allowed his gaze to slide down to my hardened nipples for a moment before going lower. Could he see how wet I was? How much he turned me on? He walked to me and I couldn’t hold back a groan of desire as I watched the muscles flex in his legs. Slowly, almost against my will, my gaze climbed higher. I bit my lip, holding my breath, fear and excitement surging through me, fighting for dominance. I gasped when I saw the huge bulge in his tight boxer briefs, and I was suddenly flooded with desire. I wanted Fabrizio. I barely knew him, but I wanted him. I realised I was still dressed and reached up to remove my dress, but Fabrizio grabbed my hand. “No, allow me to unwrap you. But first you can unwrap me…if you want to.”

  He stood before me, his hardness only inches from my face, and I wanted it. Looking up at him with desire, I reached for his boxer briefs as I grabbed the waistband. He smiled and nodded, and I slowly pulled his underwear down, feeling a new surge of heat between my legs as his cock sprang free. I stared at the sinewy length of him, wondering if it would fit inside me. I panicked and whispered awkwardly, “I don’t know what to do with it.”

  “Cara, just go with the flow,” he said. “Your instinct will tell you what to do.”

  I reached out with a shaky hand and tentatively touched the thick shaft before me, recoiling for a second from the heat. His flesh pulsated, hot like molten lava. I tried again and wrapped my fingers around him. It felt velvety and I slid my hand up and down his length and noticed a drop of pre-cum appear on the tip. Instinctively, I bent down and swiped at the salty, warm fluid with my tongue. He groaned and threw his head back, which only gave me more confidence to do it again.

  Tightening my grip on his shaft, I began stroking faster, and I parted my lips, taking his cock into my mouth as I continued massaging his length. Fabrizio mumbled something under his breath as I began sucking him harder and stroking him faster. “Santa Madre di dio! Fuck, you’re good for your first time and this is only the beginning.”

  A thrill shot through me causing my nipples to harden and my clit to throb at the idea of being with Fabrizio more than once. He was my future husband and I moaned thinking about it, loving the way his cock throbbed against my tongue. “Mmm, can I—”

  “No! That’s enough,” Fabrizio gasped, pulling away, breathing harshly, his eyes dark with lust. He laughed softly. “You’re going to kill me before we even get started.”

  He reached down and took my hand, giving me a gen
tle tug. I rose to my feet. He looked into my eyes, placed his hands on my shoulders, and turned me around to face the bed. He whisked my dress off in one fluid motion and then stepped closer, pressing himself against me, and I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt his hot hardness against me.

  My body quivered and I closed my eyes as he brushed my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck. His hands slid along my shoulders and his mouth moved to my left shoulder, sucking and biting, as he slid a hand across my back to my bra. His talented fingers unclasped it and my body shook as his arms snaked around me, his hands cupping my breasts. His fingers massaged through the silky fabric for a moment and then pulled the bra down off my shoulders.

  “Belissimo,” Fabrizio murmured, pulling the bra free and tossing it on the floor.

  My cheeks grew warm at his approval. I was self-conscious about my curvy body, but he made me feel beautiful. His hands cupped my breasts again, massaging them, his fingers pinching and pulling my hard nipples until I was shaking with desire. He pushed against me, grinding his hard length against my lower back. I pressed back against his arousal.

  When he pulled away, I whimpered in frustration. He chuckled as his hands slowly turned me back toward him. “Don’t worry, cara, I just want to look at your beauty.” He drank every inch of my exposed flesh with his eyes.

  I blushed, too nervous to do anything but stand before him. He closed the distance between us, taking my face in his hands, looking into my eyes. “We will be good together, Allegra.”

  My blush deepened, then he kissed me with a passion so consuming I was weak at the knees. His tongue fought mine briefly and then he nipped at my neck and between the valley of my breasts. I trembled and gasped for breath when he covered my breasts with kisses, crying out when his lips wrapped around my nipple and sucked it into his warm mouth.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, reaching up and tugging on his hair.

  Sliding free from me, he spun me back around to face the bed, placing his hand between my shoulder blades and exerting gentle pressure. I leaned forward, putting my hands on the bed, following his silent command.

  “This arse is mine to play with, Allegra,” Fabrizio said, his voice thick with lust. “I look forward to making it mine.” He slapped me on one of my arse cheeks and I jumped forward, surprised by the sudden sting. “Easy, cara, I won’t hurt you. Just some fun, okay?”

  “But…I…”

  “Shh. Relax, don’t speak,” he commanded, slapping me again. “Mi capisci?”

  “I understand, yes,” I said, my voice faltering.

  “Brava,” he said, his hand gently rubbing the area he’d spanked. “You are mine, and you will obey…otherwise, I will have to punish you.” His fingers slid between my cheeks, sliding up and down my slit. I trembled, moaning, as his fingers quickly pulled my underwear to the side, pushing my legs apart. “Open for me, cara,” he instructed.

  He briefly stopped touching me, only to have him tear my underwear from my body and then he returned to find my slick wet heat again, his fingers pressing into my folds.

  “Gesu christo. Oh God,” I gasped, trying to push my hips against him. I couldn’t get close enough.

  His fingers slid down my mound and found my clit. “I can’t believe how lucky I am, and this virgin pussy will only ever be mine.”

  I nodded, not able to talk as his fingers traced a slow pattern around my clit.

  “Brava,” he said, kneeling down behind me.

  Anticipation and excitement flooded me at what he’d do next. And then I felt it, his tongue on my clit, sliding back and forth and slipping inside my heat. It was the most amazing feeling having his tongue slide over me down there. I never wanted it to end. I gasped and curled my fingers, clutching at the bedspread and moaning like a crazy woman.

  He licked and sucked and I writhed when he introduced his fingers, simultaneously rubbing and sucking. “Fabrizio,” I gasped. “That feels exquisite.” I realised I voiced the words out loud, but I was too far gone to care. Each stab and lick of his tongue made me want more. He lightly pinched my clit as he slid his tongue deep inside me and I felt my body release into a thousand pieces. I cried out, “Stop. No more, I can’t take it. It’s too much.”

  He laughed when I screamed out his name again as my orgasm consumed me. My body was shaking so hard, I thought I’d passed out at one stage. Never did I think my first time would be with a lover as skilled as Fabrizio.

  Fabrizio stood and positioned himself behind me. “Si pronta bella?” he asked me, his face flushed and I could see my juices on his chin. I trembled violently from the pleasure it gave me and I moaned when I felt the head of his thick cock pressing at the tip of my entrance.

  “Si sono pronta,” I gasped. I pushed back against him, desperate to have him inside me. Fabrizio gripped my hips with his hands and slowly pushed forward, sliding gradually, inch by incredible inch, inside me. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. There was a moment of sharp pain as he slid deeper inside me, but the pain was quickly obliterated by the pleasure of him stretching my inner muscles with his thickness.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight, cara,” he said. “So incredibly tight.” He held himself still, allowing me to become accustomed to him, and then began sliding in and out in a regular rhythm which had me gasping for air as another orgasm started to build.

  Pleasure after pleasure swept through me and lapped at my senses. I followed my instinct and moved with him, sliding back as he thrust forward, working with him toward our mutual release.

  “That’s it, Allegra,” Fabrizio whispered softly. “You’re a quick learner. Show me how much you want me.” He alternated slapping both my arse cheeks, but this time a lot harder, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through me. He was adding to my heated arousal and I began moving faster, rotating my hips to meet each of his thrusts. Writhing and increasing my tempo, I worked my inner muscles to squeeze him as he withdrew. He was teasing me by pulling back, hovering over my pussy lips and then plunging forward, slapping me as he surged into me.

  “You like it when I slap you, don’t you, cara?” he said, slapping my arse again each time his hips slapped against me. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room and the smell of sex in the air made me feel light-headed. I gave myself over to pleasure, my flesh on fire from my release. I screamed as I orgasmed, my inner muscles clamping down on Fabrizio’s throbbing cock. He grunted, calling out my name, as we came together passionately.

  I flopped down on the bed, gasping for air, my legs shaking and my skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I flicked my hair off my face, everything slowly coming back to into focus as the force of my orgasm slowly released me from its embrace. Fabrizio slid free, massaging my butt cheeks, which were stinging from his play with them. He crawled up onto the bed and rested his head on a pillow, motioning for me to join him. I pulled my shaky and exhausted body to him, letting him pull me close and hold me tight against him. He kissed the top of my head, wrapping me in his arms possessively.

  Fabrizio

  I woke staring at her. Allegra gave me peace in my life of conflict, or at least as much peace as a man like me could have. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her she was perfect for me. Allegra was the one. I loved her. She stirred next to me and opened her eyes, grinning at me with smiling eyes.

  “Buongiorno,” I whispered, pulling her hair away from her cheeks. “You are beautiful.”

  “You’re such a liar. I rarely look beautiful in the morning,” she said, covering her face with the pillow.

  I pulled her up against me, laughing with her. “We need to go see my father.”

  “What? We just had sex. I can’t go see your father like this. He’ll know I’ve slept with you. Oh God, he’ll think I am nothing but a putana.”

  I grabbed her by the arms as she panicked. “Allegra, he won’t care. He’s too old and too sick to notice. What’s he going to see anyway? It’s not like you are wearing a sign saying ‘I just fucked Fabri
zio.’” I gently kissed her response away and pulled her out of the bed and toward the bathroom. “Go.” I patted her on her sexy arse.

  “Allegra, you’re bewitching,” my father told her, smiling and clasping his hands, almost prayer-like.

  As I predicted my father didn’t notice a thing, not even the fact Allegra wore the same clothes as last night. He wasn’t stupid by a long shot. Even if he knew, he would never mention it. Allegra was easy to love. She was young, innocently funny, and had a positive aura around her, something the Candetti famiglia could do with.

  It was hard not to like Allegra. Throughout dinner, she entertained my father, making him laugh with her stories, charming him. I couldn’t stop looking at her, couldn’t believe she was mine. Once I took over as the Don, her life would be at risk and in my hands. It would be my job to guard her. I would do everything in my power to take care of my wife.

  Allegra

  Fabrizio was easy to fall in love with. We’d dated the whole month before we got married. Everything had been splendid. I was the perfect bride and he was the perfect groom. It was a perfect Italian wedding, declaring our love for one another amongst our family and close friends. I had become oblivious to the darkness surrounding the reality of the Calabrian mafia.

  We were honeymooning in Sicily when it all came crashing down on me. Fabrizio was ordering us a coffee at one of the bars in Taormina. As he stepped outside, a man walked up behind him. Fabrizio sensed his presence and turned around but was stabbed in the stomach with a knife.

  I screamed, “Fabrizio,” and ran to him, pushing past patrons, tables, and knocking over chairs. I got there in time to see the stranger, but he was no stranger to us. Roberto Spisso. The bastard I witnessed at the club that night when he antagonised Fabrizio. As I got closer, I screamed and Spisso ran off. I cried out again when I saw the blood pooling on the floor. I fell to the ground, whimpering, “Fabrizio!” I held his head in my hands, blood seeping out of his mouth and onto my clothes. “Don’t just stand there staring, someone do something. Get help!”