Destino (Battaglia Mafia Series)

by Mynx, Sienna

  “Che cosa desideri?” He asked. She ran the leather belt through the loops of his pants.

  “I don’t understand.” Mira whispered.

  “I want to know what it is you desire?”

  She smiled up at him with those round brown eyes of hers. Her voice lowered to a soft melody, which sounded purposefully mysterious. “I’d rather you uncover my desires on your own.”

  Mira eased her hand into the front slit of his boxers. He sucked in a tight breath when she closed her fingers over his cock. Every muscle in his dick tensed, straining towards her touch. The slow, steady strokes that followed were pure heaven. He wanted her to feel every inch of him. As if understanding his limits she withdrew her hand, rose on her toes, brushing her hard nipples over his chest as she gave him a soft kiss to the lips.

  “I like,” she said.

  He wanted to tackle her. Throw her on the floor and ravish her, hard and fast. Instead he played it cool. He now had a full view of her backside. The black thong disappeared into shapely round buttocks. The thin lace confection of her negligee inched up to her bikini line when she walked. “I think you said, you wanted me to take it off?”

  His throat moved, and he swallowed, still he couldn’t speak. Slowly she eased the negligee over her head and tossed it to the side. She cast him a shy smile over her shoulder, and it was the sweetest one he’d received since they met. “Italia is the country of love? Right? How do you say I want to make love in Italian?” she asked.

  “Voglio fare l'amore con te,” he answered.

  She repeated the words.

  He nodded that she did well.

  Closing her eyes she found herself unable to capture a single breath. Her body had complete control over her sensibility. Her nipples tingled and extended. She ached between her thighs with constant contractions of longing and moisture dampened her thong. Lord, why oh why, did I start this? What if I can’t go through with it? She’d only been with two men in her life. The first, misguided love for a hoodlum back in Virginia and the second, a rigid, uncompromising Chinese businessman named Kei, who had been a very controlled lover. This was as bold as she could be.

  Thankfully he steadied her. His hands gently cupped her hips to pull her back, eliminating distance between them. Mira exhaled the breath she held and then found the ability to breathe again. Strong arms secured her to him. There was something to be said about a hug. From a man as tall and beautifully proportioned as him, his embrace could easily be labeled as any girl’s protective dream. Visions of being a distressed damsel and her sword wielding Viking prince coming to her rescue played out in her mind.

  He enjoyed holding her. It was evident in the way his large hands went all over to massage and fondle her breasts, tummy and between her tightly shut thighs. Mira released a soft sigh and inhaled. His cologne was a fresh, stimulating spice that enveloped her. His erection was as hard as a brick pressed deep between the cheeks of her ass. He moved his hips slightly to rub the rigid thickness between the halves of her butt cheeks. “Oh yes. Yes God,” she softly panted.

  The man was blessed below, even for his height and stature she found him huge. The hungry look in his eyes that bore down on her from the first moment they met had her so nervous with anticipation she could feel herself trembling. So this embrace was good. It gave her a minute to collect herself.

  Giovanni kissed the side of her face. A deep, heavily accented, soulful voice spoke words so decadent and delicious they warmed the inner channel of her ear and spread through each chamber of her heart. She didn’t care to know the literal translation; she instead relished the feeling the sound of his desires evoked. Tonight belonged to them.

  He set aside her hair, his mouth glided over her shoulder, and her teeth bit the corner of her jaw. The sharp sting of a pinch of her left nipple made her squirm and move her ass against his thickness. “Relax.”

  God how she wished she could.

  He chuckled. His voice went hoarse and low when it whispered into her ear. “I’ll make it so sweet for you, I promise. But you will have to make it sweet for me.”

  She nodded. “I can. I will.”

  Mira turned and immediately was lifted by the waist. He tossed her higher as if she weighed no more than a feather. Giddy she wrapped her arms around his neck and claimed his mouth, lips, tongue, forcing her passion on him with a deep kiss. Her breasts were mashed into his hard chest, and he squeezed both halves of her butt cheeks controlling their passion. A moan sifted between his lips. Her sex was pressed to his lower abdomen. Giovanni lowered her a fraction causing her chin to tilt and her head to go back. He maintained their kiss while he let her feel the head of his cock that had reached out of the top of his boxers. The man was so powerful he could take her standing if he chose.

  He tore his mouth from her and heaved her up in his arms. “Tesoro mio… damn woman, I haven’t wanted someone as badly as I want you.”

  “Show me. I’m ready,” she panted.

  “Indeed.”

  In under three steps he crossed the room with her before lowering her to the bed. She tried to pull him down with her, but he refused her efforts. Instead, he wiped his hand down his face, with eyes glued to the brazen way she lie with her sex now on display. Her knees parted. She remained in position to allow him to feast on her and feel more desired than she had in all her life. Giovanni moistened his lips. Would he kiss her there? Mira’s eyes fluttered shut, and she touched herself. She hoped so. It was so good when he used his tongue. What more would he bring?

  A deep groan escaped him. He had stripped himself of his trousers and boxers. His angrily veined cock curled upward and he held it with his hand. Her eyes stretched. How in the hell could she take all of him? The man was huge. And the dangerous smirk he gave her in the dark made her shudder. There would be no escape. She didn’t even dare try. Tonight she’d have to go the distance.

  He turned from her and walked over to the other side of the room. She could see his back again clearly. A large tattoo of some kind of tribal pattern stretched over the back of his shoulders. There was another unique tattoo stamped on his chest, and a gothic cross tattooed from the inside of his wrist to the crease of his arm. Nothing was as beautiful as the one on his back. Mira rose on her elbow. Whatever he sought he found. He returned to her. Later she’d ask him about the tattoos and the meaning. Now she could care less. One look at his erection and she was lowering back to the pillow and spreading her legs.

  Giovanni captured her ankle. He massaged the center of her foot with the pads of both thumbs. It felt wonderful, relaxing all the muscles up along her calve and thigh. He then pulled her toward the middle of the bed, causing her hair to fan out behind her once she slid across the navy quilted comforter. Positioning her now in the center of the bed, he came over her. In that moment she felt almost virginal. Tonight the new and improved Mira Ellison acted impulsively. Freedom felt glorious. Bracing himself on the palms of his hands, he hovered.

  Her own lips parted involuntarily, wanting his tongue in her mouth. As his face grew closer to hers, her eyelids fell shut and her exposed chest rose and fell from the accelerating adrenaline rush. His lips were so close now she could feel the heat of his breath escape his mouth washing over hers.

  Gripping the sheet, she wanted it.

  She needed it.

  The kiss that would seal her fate.

  The kiss that would make her his.

  Instead, he used his left hand to gingerly stroke her hip, then his strong index finger as it hooked into the rim of her thong, easing it downward. A sharp twinge of disappointment went through her over the missed opportunity to kiss him once more. Her disappointment was short lived because his mouth brushed her lips lovingly before he drew back to sheath his dick. It only took seconds. Fire and desire struck with his tongue slowly tracing over her feverish skin to her collarbone.

  He captured a nipple in his mouth and gave it a hard suck. The full eroticism of what was happening to Mira struck her like lightening. Her
eyelids fluttered and her heart hammered hard and fast in her chest. He eased downward kissing the indention between her breasts. She pressed on either side of her globes and cushioned his face. He rubbed his jaws between. The scruffy feel of his cheeks sent quivers below. Not soon after his tongue circled her now tender nipple again. The warmth of his breath on her skin as his mouth closed over her areola sent shivers of delight down her spine. They traveled through her pelvis causing her hips to quake as she rotated them underneath him. Taking both hands, she ran them across the hard angles of his back. He positioned himself at her opening, and she braced for what was to come next.

  Familiarize, explore, examine, you name it, Giovanni intended to possess every inch of her. Driven by an insane lust he pressed down and found her wet and ready as she ground her pelvis up against his then rubbed her slit along his throbbing cock. Her hand reached to aid his entry, which he grabbed and pinned back over her head. He intended to fuck her, love her, explore every inch of her in due time. A single thrust lodged him deep within her, and he relished the pressure he felt as her tight channel stretched to complete the fit. She arched that lovely body of hers off the bed, back bowed, and lips quivering. Damn! Is she a virgin? No pussy ever felt so glorious. “Bella, you’re tight. For me? All of this sweetness is for me?” he asked, disbelieving how wonderful she felt. She didn’t respond. Fuck he’d spoken in Italian and she probably didn’t understand him. Her pussy clenched tighter. He swirled his hips and pushed forward before lifting his hips to withdraw. He screwed inside her wet heat and pumped his ass until he reached her core.

  Giovanni chuckled slightly. He kept circling and pumping against her G-spot, loving the way she moved her ass beneath him in response. Sex with his sweet Bella was blowing his mind. She moaned with frustration once he slowed to taste her lips, and then her sweat. She clawed at his arms and sides trying to draw him down on her. He had to study her a bit longer. Then he found the control to move in and out of her again. His mouth descended on one swollen nipple, moistening it. He pumped his hips harder and faster.

  “More!” she cried out.

  Giovanni withdrew. He rolled her over to her belly. She raised her perfectly shaped ass temptingly at him. Her body was now glistening with sweat. Giovanni’s hair lay limp with strands covering his eyes and face. Perspiration ran down his temples and the bridge of his nose. The room felt like an inferno. He lifted her hips forcing her to her knees, but she was so caught in her own emotional turmoil she slipped back down to the bed. A slap landed hard on her ass, and she shivered, obeying his unspoken command. Getting to her knees and hands, she shot him a heated glare over her shoulder. He wouldn’t dare smack her ass again without permission. He kissed the tender flesh and eased up behind her, forcing her to lower her face to the mattress with the press of his hand to her right shoulder. Her arms collapsed and her face dropped into the pillow. She moaned again and again as his strokes quickened, sharpened, and her channel became drenched, easing his glide. He enjoyed the warm softness of her ass pressed to his pelvis with each thrust.

  Another flurry of deep powerful strokes drove him to the brink. He licked his lips. He felt parched. This vixen, this lovely chocolate temptress, was draining him dry. The more he gave the more she took. Giovanni reached under her, covering her back with his chest, he pinched her bud and pumped hard and fast in her channel. She cried out, with her face lifting from the pillow.

  Mira collapsed flat on the bed. She squeezed her thighs tight in response to the orgasmic pull he was certain was the cause for the way she trembled below and begged for mercy.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes!” she wailed. “Oh yes,” she exclaimed.

  To his surprise, she flipped to her back and scooted out of his reach to the headboard and pillows. Unwilling to let her go, he pulled her back to him. “We aren’t done.” Putting her left leg over his shoulder he pushed her thigh back into her chest as he positioned himself. Re-entry was twice as sweet. It was as if their union was destined. He slid his way into her. Her eyelids half open and heavy from sexual exhaustion, she moaned softly upon his re-entry. Pulling half way out and then pushing all the way in, Giovanni closed his eyes, overcome by warmth and heat. He struggled to stay in control as he felt his body stiffen with a desperate need to possess her. Pinning her leg down he kept with his passionate thrusts, promising to go with more care the next time. He was wound so tight he needed her desperately for his own release.

  She understood. Pushing him she forced him to not break their sexy rhythm but to roll. He understood and complied bringing her on top. She arched her back sliding down on him again. He held her by her right hip tightly. She threw her head back and put down a powerful up and down bounce on his cock that had tension exploding from his groin and cock.

  “Fuck!” he wheezed. Placing both her hands against his chest, she rocked back and forth driving him to the breaking point. Giovanni’s hips bucked two more times before all was unleashed, and hot semen filled the reservoir of his condom. Feeling his chest muscles tighten and his nails dig into her hips, he kept up the rhythmic roll of his hips, and she continued to pump her hips to control him. Together they exploded and crashed into a sexed out daze.

  The woman lying next to him stirred. Giovanni’s head turned. She drifted to sleep soon after their love session. An hour of staring at the ceiling trying to figure out all that had transpired between them had left him restless. He rolled to his side. There were few things in the world he needed as opposed to wanted. And nothing in this world was denied him. Giovanni decided. He would have her, for as long as this feeling lasted. The problem for him remained consistent. He wasn’t sure what these feelings she stirred within him were?

  With his head propped in his hand, he studied the sleeping beauty. The thick mane of curls that bounced on her shoulders when she walked had become a bit tangled and frizzy. Hair covered the side of her face. He smoothed away the tresses to reveal her delicate features.

  Mira opened her eyes in response to his touch. “Hi,” she said softly.

  “I woke you.”

  “It’s okay. What time is it?” she squinted at him.

  Giovanni looked at his watch. “A little after three.”

  A frown dawned her face. “Oh, I should go to my room.”

  “This is your room. You will stay with me here.”

  She opened her mouth to object, and he silenced her with a kiss. Like the sexy attentive lover he’d found so addictive, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and overwhelmed him. The kiss came to a natural end. She snuggled up against him, and he cradled the side of her face with his hand. “It’s settled.”

  He kissed her nose and then her brow.

  Mira stroked his hip. Her hand ran slowly down his thigh. “If you insist.”

  “I do.”

  “I was thinking about you, while I slept,” she teased.

  Both of his eyebrows lowered. “I’m in your dreams?”

  “Yes. Question after question kept surfacing in my head. One kept repeating over and over. It’s how I am, I have to over analyze everything.” She gave him a bashful smile. “Even things that feel good.”

  “Now I’m curious,” he said, trying to roll her over and get between her warm thighs once more.

  “Wait.” She stopped him. “Don’t you want to know what it is?”

  “Mmm?”

  “It’s the question that Fabiana struggled with asking. The one that you evaded.”

  “I didn’t evade. I answered her.”

  “Then answer me now. Who are you?”

  “Who am I?” he laughed. “I thought you and I covered this one.”

  Mira laughed as well. “No. I want to know, what is it that you do exactly?”

  He kissed her lips softly. His face lifted with a boyish smile so wide and pure. How could she think he could be part of something nefarious? In this moment his handsome features almost made him angelic. Still she wanted to know about him. The hard demeanor, the power he exuded among men, the tattoos on his
arms and back. “Are you the leader of a Mafia family? What does that mean? Being a Don?”

  “What do you think it means?”

  “Don’t do that.”

  “What?”

  “Answer a question with a question. I know you aren’t a drug dealer. I’m asking about organized crime. Are you really some sort of Mafia king or something?”

  Giovanni withdrew from her. “Or something,” he mumbled.

  Mira turned to her side. “You were going to be a lawyer. You studied in America. Why didn’t you finish that dream?”

  “It was just a dream, and dreams aren’t meant to be finished. Plus that was my mother’s wish, not mine.” He said dryly. “I told you my father needed me. As did my family. So that dream is over.”

  “That’s not true, I dreamt all my life to—”

  “To what? Be a dress maker?” he laughed at her. “Some dream. Making rags for spoiled pampered brats!” he spat.

  Mira flinched. She sat upright. “That was uncalled for! How dare you talk to me like that?” she said angrily turning to get out of bed.

  He reached gripping her arm forcefully, pulling her back to him. “I’m sorry.”

  “Let go!” she shouted, trying to push him away.

  Giovanni overpowered her, pinning her to the bed. “I said I’m sorry!” he said in her face. “The fight is over.”

  She stopped struggling underneath him.

  He sighed. “I overreacted. Let’s not make a big deal out of it.”

  “Is that how you respond when you’re asked a question you don’t like?”

  “No, no…I was wrong. Let’s start over. I shouldn’t have insulted you. We cannot discuss my business. It’s not something that you and I will ever discuss.”