Destino (Battaglia Mafia Series)

by Mynx, Sienna

  His face was hard, cheeks stark red, and his gaze intense, focused solely on her. “Are you toying with me, Bella?”

  The question was valid. She wanted to argue with him, play with him, and make him chase her a bit. She realized if he took her back to the villa then it could very well mean the end of their mating dance. And she kind of didn’t want it to end on a sour note. “I’m not a tease Giovanni, I just expect things. A girl has a right, to, you know. Not every man is entitled to a kiss. At least not a kiss from me.”

  “Which makes me want to kiss you even more.” He stepped closer, her attention riveted. She lifted her chin higher to maintain the connection they shared. “Boils my blood to think any man has tasted you before me.”

  The gravel in his voice made her toes curl. Mira drew in a quick, harsh breath. “You can’t be serious?” Her entire body quivered with heat after his proclamation. His left brow quirked upward and a sly knowing look of her inner weakness covered his features. Damp and sticky between her thighs her wet panties clung to her like another skin. Nothing alleviated the heat gathering in her core and warming her inner channel. She forced her gaze downward to her ruined designer original. Muddy stains had the fabric shriveling and looking worn. How anybody could find her attractive now was a mystery. Yet she felt like the most desired woman under his stare.

  His eyelids fell to her lips, darkening his crystal violet stare to the deepest shade of sapphire blue. She held her breath and braced for his lips to reunite with hers. Oh yes, she wanted another kiss. Did he know? Instead he shifted his gaze to one of his men who had wandered too close, and the spell was broken. “Let’s get you changed. Maybe we can see more of the city and salvage the day.”

  Giovanni again extended his hand. Mira felt as if even the insects held their breaths waiting to see if she would accept. She did. He walked her out of the garden toward his car. Mira felt drained and empty by the end of the short tour. She sat in his car quiet. Would it have been so terrible for her to loosen up and just enjoy the man? Fabiana would have. Kei told her she was cold inside at times, and she believed him. She didn’t trust happiness. She knew how badly it hurt when one lost it.

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Yes.”

  “When we kissed.”

  Again he wore dark sunglasses but she felt his stare shift in her direction. “Yes?”

  “You said something in Italian, what were you saying?”

  The sly smirk on his mouth made her heart flutter. “Why? You didn’t enjoy the kiss?”

  “I never said I didn’t enjoy it.” She gripped the inside of the door as he accelerated around a very narrow curve along the mountain. “Slow down, please.”

  He eased off the gas, and she relaxed. Still the cramped roadways made cars and the ride uncomfortably close.

  “Thank you. I want to know what you said. I know a little Italian, and I could understand some, but not all.”

  “I cursed where we were when you gave me our first kiss. I said if we had a bed I’d spread you out on it and taste every inch of you. Shall I continue?”

  The kiss had been wildly erotic, but lord what he said had her nipples tingling and extending. She averted her gaze to the passenger window. Silence lengthened between them. He shifted gears again, and they accelerated toward the gates of Lorenzo’s villa. Giovanni parked. A man approached the car but remained at a distance.

  “Thank you for breakfast. The tour was nice. Sorry about the pond.”

  He nodded. I guess there’s no more to say. She left the car and hurried for the steps to the villa and then the stairs to her room. She could barely close the door before she was reaching under her wet dress skirt and removing her panties. She dropped them on the floor. Taking in deep breaths she aimed her attention toward the doors of her shower, while trying to reach the zipper at the back of her dress. She really needed the temperature turned to frost to cool herself off. The man made her feel like her skin was on fire. In her dreams, she would remember the tender roll of his tongue and the groans as he whispered to her in Italian. God, if she had known he was saying those things she would have dropped.

  “Fabiana girl, I can’t wait to tell you this—.” Her voice hitched in her throat when she heard voices. They sounded close enough to be in the room. Slowly Mira lowered her hands from her zipper. Men entered the hall behind her. Giovanni’s voice rose above the others. He said he’d take the call in his room. Then a door closed. He was in the room across from her. Mira suffered a twinge of disappointment that they didn’t spend the rest of the day together. Maybe she should change and hurry to remind him of the promised tour of the hamlets. Or maybe she’d blown it. Seriously what did she have in common with a Mafia gangster who once wanted to be a lawyer?

  From the corner of her eye, she glimpsed something. The closer she stepped to the bed, the deeper the realization. It was her purse, the one stolen in Napoli with the cut strap. Mira marched over and opened it. To her surprise everything, including her passport was accounted for. With shaky fingers she drew aside the inside zipper. A three-inch square shaped velvet pouch was tucked right where she found it. Hard and fast relief filled her and her mind stilled long enough for a deeper realization. She’d misjudged his arrogance. The man obviously had skills and power that reached further than her imagination. For him to do this, he couldn’t be all hardness and brawn. What lie in her hand was more valuable than the hope diamond. Did he know what this meant to her? Maybe he didn’t. She removed her grandparents’ picture and the tiny bracelet. She pressed it to her heart and exhaled deeply.

  Giovanni grunted, shed his shirt and tossed it to the chair in his room. He wasn’t the heroic type, didn’t believe in denying himself anything. Most women spoiled him, saw to his emotional needs without asking. This was true of Zia and Catalina, and of every girlfriend he’d ever had, and he’d had plenty. Now he felt like an idiot. He glared down at the muddy streaks to the front of his trousers. His men had seen him wade in a shallow pond for her. Saw her laugh in his face, and still he couldn’t get enough of her.

  These were troubling times with his family. The other families and outsiders were all slitting each other's throats with the introduction of drugs. He wanted no part of it. But to take this stand put him and his people in danger. He had to show strength. Even Lorenzo warned so.

  Why should he spend the next few days chasing an American fashion designer who had snubbed him? They were different, in every way imaginable, and still the unfamiliar was as tempting as the apple in the Garden of Eden to Eve. He knew he wouldn’t be able to turn away from her. Convincing her would be another problem. He picked up the phone and dialed Don Calderone.

  Mira marched out into the hall. She ignored the man standing off to the other end and his curious stare. She knocked twice before the door opened. He appeared with his shirt off but still wore the same mud stained trousers. Stunned at the sight of his chest and the tattoos on his arms, she stepped back instead of forward. He looked as if he expected her and turned to go back into her room. The tattoo that spread across his shoulder blades was more intricate. And though she wasn’t into that kind of thing, it just added to his raw handsomeness. She entered and closed the door.

  “Un momento, Bella,” he said.

  Silenced, she waited. Giovanni returned to the phone and spoke in his native language to the person on the other end. The room he had was twice the size of hers but absent of the magnificent view. The bed nearly seized half the space.

  He ended the call.

  She kept safe to the door. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”

  “It’s no interruption. I thought you were going to change?” He looked her over.

  She managed a smile. “I found this.”

  Giovanni’s gaze lowered to the tiny bracelet in the center of her palm and then lifted back up to her eyes.

  “Did you do this?”

  “Do what?” he asked.

  “Have my purse and things brought back to me. Did you find my bra
celet?”

  “Find it?” He smiled. “No Mira. I had my men go and collect your purse. Do you understand the difference?”

  “That’s impossible. I just told you about it last night. It’s been gone for several weeks.”

  “You’ll learn with me Bella, most things are possible.” The distance between them closed, and again she felt herself backing away toward no escape. His arm lifted, and his hand rested on the wall. She sank back on it, staring into his eyes.

  “Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me.”

  “Did you come into my room to thank me?” he peered down at her. Tendrils of black hair clung to his forehead.

  “Yes.” She breathed, focused on his lips. Maybe I should kiss him this time as a reward. Just a quick sexy kiss to show him I’m grateful? His mouth loomed close to hers just a kiss away, and his free arm circled her waist dragging her up from the wall to bring her against his chest. The bottoms of her bare feet left the ground, and she rose to her toes. She wasn’t a short woman, but his height could not be matched by her gender. To avoid their mouths crashing together, she tilted her head back and braced herself by grabbing his arm and side. In a flash she felt desperate, breathless, on the verge of collapsing if he didn’t hold tight to her.

  “Should I ask for permission this time?” There was a faint tremor in his voice, revealing how hard he fought for control. He too must have felt the electric current of excitement charging the air. “I don’t want to scare you. You’ve been teasing me all day with this sweet mouth of yours.”

  “No,” she answered, with deceptive calm. Quivers worked their way up her thighs to her belly, and she softened just before accepting his kiss. His tongue swept inside of her mouth. Her hand slid to the top of his shoulder and cupped the back of his neck and the sexy tenor of the kiss shifted. The tension between them was depleted.

  He released her and lowered his face to suck and nibble an undiscovered sweet spot on her neck. Mira’s lids fluttered, then shut. She ran her hand over his broad shoulders, giving into the passion swirling through her being. His free hand gathered the wet hem of her dress then disappeared underneath. Mira’s eyes flashed open as soon as he uncovered her secret.

  Dammit I don’t have on any panties!

  Giovanni’s left brow arched and his eyes shone with interest. Five strong fingers caressed her bare buttocks. Her lips parted to explain but nothing escaped. Silence enveloped them for what seemed like an eternity. Should she force him back, run, or discover what lie behind the beauty of his eyes? Giovanni answered with a kiss. He seized her mouth, his tongue plunging deep and fast, turning over hers. He eased his hand around her hip then between her thighs to cup her mound. Excitement cramped her chest and wound tighter and tighter around her lungs. It left her desperate, breathless, on the verge of self-implosion. He eased two fingers into her at the same time using the pad of his thumb to massage her clitoris. She reached and grabbed his wrist. Her mind stilled long enough for her to realize she could be making a huge mistake. Air returned to her lungs and she found the ability to speak.

  “Okay. That’s enough,” she exhaled a nervous laugh.

  “Sei molto bella. Don’t pull away.” Giovanni brought her up against the wall while he fondled her sex. His forehead bumped hers, and his nostrils flared.

  “English please.”

  “I said you are very beautiful.”

  She took a deep breath and adjusted her smile.

  “Ti adoro, it means—”

  “You adore me.” She finished his sentence.

  His expression was hungry, and lustful. His gaze softened, and his smile eased the corner of his mouth up smoothly. He continued to rapidly thrust his two middle fingers in and out of her, and ran the tip of his tongue over her tightly sealed lips. The pleasure took her under and she released a soft sigh of joy.

  “You’re mine now.”

  His other hand gripped the corner of her hip to hold her still as he fucked her in a controlled fashion with his fingers. She was pressed hard against the cool door as if she could escape through the wood. There would be no escape. Her thighs parted a fraction in response, and she felt her pelvis tilt accordingly.

  “I can’t take anymore,” she cried out.

  “You can, let me give you more.”

  Mira pushed hard against the pleasure consuming her and grabbed his hand once more. “No. No please...”

  “I need to touch you. Like this.” Two fingers slipped out and slowly rubbed up and down her slit before he gave her clitoris a gentle pinch.

  “Move your hand, please.”

  “I don’t know if I can, Bella. I’m not a man who retreats. Maybe we should find a compromise?”

  She swallowed her nervous chuckle and tried to give him a serious face. But with him touching her the way he was, a shy smile kept forming over her lips. “Compromise?” her voice croaked, and she found it hard to not move her hips in response when a finger slipped in again, knuckle deep. He nipped her bottom lip and lowered his face to rub his strong jaw across her cheek.

  “What is it… the compromise?” she nearly gasped.

  “I’ll replace my fingers with my tongue,” he said against her ear. Mira’s heart pounded out of control. The prospects of his lips and tongue down below sent such a thrill through her she couldn’t help but smile her consent.

  Giovanni forced her feet apart with his. He rubbed her long and slow before withdrawing his hand from her sex. He gathered both sides of her skirt into his hands slowly drawing the wet fabric up. She felt the coolness brush up her thighs then her center.

  “Hold it for me,” he ordered.

  She blinked. “Huh?”

  Giovanni smirked. “The skirt.”

  He forced the fabric into her clenched palms and she was unable to resist his command. Like a good girl she hiked her skirt even higher to her hips. Their eyes never left each other as he lowered to his knees. The man was so tall she still felt as if he were standing. Of course the promise in his wink made her heart flutter.

  The exchange was broken when Giovanni’s focus returned to what she so brazenly exposed to him. His gaze lowered to the neatly trimmed hairs over her shaven mound. She wasn’t vain, but even she admired how evenly brown and hairless her legs were. She worked out often, and ran daily to alleviate stress. Today, in this moment, she felt appreciated for her efforts.

  With careful but firm hands he stroked both palms up over the curves of her thighs to her hips and reached around to cup both halves of her ass. A gentle squeeze made her exhale with anticipation. Without consciously agreeing she widened her legs for him and dropped her head back to the door. Mira squeezed her lids tightly shut. Of course, sensibility had left the room. She felt no need to follow her golden rules. Thou shalt never let a man give her oral or other pleasures with his tongue on a first date. Thou shalt never secretly wish he then bend her over and give her even more.

  God help me…

  A man of his word, he did what he intended. Fingers gently parted her sex and his tongue teased the engorged knot from its hiding place. He began with long sensual swirls from below her folds, piercing her opening with his tongue then sweeping up across her clit. Tender kisses came next, followed by a slick and slow lick. Quivers worked their way up her thighs and belly. The tip of his tongue flicked the rigid knot, feathering it with soft lashes and her hips gyrated. Mira bit down on the inside of her jaw to keep from crying out. When his face pressed in to devour her she lost all strength in her legs. He explored, licked, and tasted her. His firm moist lips tugged on her clit with a sharp pinch that was soon soothed by the way he flattened his tongue and ran it up and down between her folds. As if understanding or sensing her weakness his hand went up to press against her abdomen and keep her pinned to the door. She aided by lifting her left leg and throwing it over his shoulder.

  Mercy…

  Her legs trembled and she neared climax. Soon Giovanni’s tongue play became her waking fantasy. From the way his tongue plunged
deep into her pussy, to the sexy swirls of her hips that aided and gave further access, the flood of pleasure quickly hurled her toward an orgasm. God help her but his tongue sought pleasure points no man had discovered. Ever so slowly he began the delicious torture again, and she sank deeper into madness. Her head dropped back and she smiled the biggest grin she’d ever worn. Her body shook all over with glorious tremors. It left her wet with a fiery hot ache in her core.

  As she reached the peak of her climax, her mouth gaped in a silent cry of submission. He allowed her release, taking every drop of her essence before he kissed her below once more and rose to capture her lips with his. The strong hardness of his lips and the salty taste of their forbidden passion felt as if her brain spun in her skull like a spinning top. Delicious. She held to him, nearly ready for anything, begging with her racing heart that he do her. Demanding lips caressed hers with a promise for more and then stopped. Giovanni pressed his forehead to hers while they both struggled for a breath. He groaned deep in his throat and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, before he released her, but not before his middle finger slid between her folds and tickled her clitoris to remind her of how perilously close they’d come to exploring the depths of passion now stirring between them.

  Stunned, Mira searched his face for an explanation. He stepped back and kept his hands raised as if she had drawn a gun on him. Confused and a bit embarrassed she fled the room. Fast. She headed to hers and closed the door locking it. Mira heaved down several quick breaths. Second time was a charm, third time and she’d strike out for sure. Here she was lecturing on quick and easy sex with Fabiana, and she had gone to the man’s room.

  “My bracelet!” She realized she dropped it sometime during the kiss. “No! No! No!”

  The knock to the door startled her. Exhaling she composed herself and opened the door. He filled the space before her with his arm raised, his hand braced on the top of the doorframe. He leaned forward and looked into her eyes.