by Sienna Mynx
He lifted her foot and kissed it, then sucked her middle toe into his mouth. The smile she gave him was very slight, almost untraceable. But he caught it. When he was done he let go her foot and reached for the other. “I’m sorry about our disagreements, Bella. I want to respect your feelings. Can we compromise?”
She didn’t answer.
“I won’t see Arielle anymore. If you do.”
“Me? I don’t understand.”
“I’ll bring the problem to you, and you speak with her and make arrangements.”
“You anticipate kidnapping more kids?”
He chuckled to keep from being insulted. “No. But there are families, payments and arrangements she manages for me. Delicate matters. Like Auturo. If you don’t trust me—.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you.”
“You want consideration. I get it. I have never taken another woman to bed since the day you became my wife.”
“And before that?”
“Nothing matters before that.”
“Are you serious—?”
“You know what I mean. My vow is to you. Only you. So, if this business with Arielle is disrespectful, I submit.” Giovanni smirked.
“Until you decide otherwise.”
“The gems are yours. I shouldn’t be handling affairs with the women in our world. You should. You are a business woman, no?”
He pressed on her foot and she sighed. He could see her shoulders relaxing.
“I don’t like her... that’s all.”
“It’s enough. And I’ve apologized before, but I’ll do it again... all night if you want.”
Her gaze lifted under her long lashes.
“Prove it,” she said.
“Vieni qui,” he replied.
Mirabella grabbed the edge of the tub to lift herself up and then came over to him. Her breasts heaved out of the sudsy water with rivulets dripping from her nipples. Giovanni closed his thighs so she could straddle him. He bracketed her hips with his hands and her palms went flat to his chest to keep her seated. She eased down on his erection and then she rode him nice and steady. His jaw flexed as if his teeth were clenched. His hips shot up too soon between strokes. Water splashed. She gasped in surprise. Giovanni chuckled. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. He was her beast. Turned on by her submission, turned on by her defiance. No matter her reaction, he was turned on.
“Mia Bella,” he groaned.
She cupped his face in her hands. His eyes were closed, and his facial expression kept switching from bliss to torment. “I missed you, today,” she said as she moved on him.
“Anche tu mi sei mancata, piccola—I missed you too, baby,” he panted between deep tongue kisses. The warm, tight sensation of her pussy walls squeezing down on his length began to push her toward her own orgasmic cataclysm. No woman moved like she did for him. She knew this. He was hers, the bad and the good. And she wanted him to be hers always. Just the way he was.
Mirabella was all hips and ass in motion when loving him. High on pleasure, his head went back against the tub. She kissed his eyelids, and then his nose. She rode his dick faster and faster. Splish. Splash. She was taking him to oblivion!
“My Gio,” she exhaled through her passion and he lost his control. What man wouldn’t? He gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed, while his pelvic thrusts released the last of his strength and his seed. Giovanni groaned through his climax. All of him was lost soon after.
When he opened his eyes, she had already moved off him and back to her side of the tub. She watched him. Either they had fucked away the suds or everything in the water had dissolved like his erection from her loving.
“The baby?” he panted.
She slid her hand into the water over her small formed belly. “I told you the doctors say the baby is fine.”
“When will we know what we are having?”
“Do you want to know?” she asked.
“No more sons,” he said in a breathless voice. “I can’t raise any more into men.”
“You haven’t raised them yet.”
He laughed. “Touché.”
However, it was no laughing matter. The things he’s had to do most of his life as a Don were now the burdens of his sons. The inheritance he would leave behind when an assassin’s bullet or a prison cell stopped him for good didn’t fill him with pride. He had to get back to the plan. The one she inspired in him. A legitimate path to secure his children’s future.
“I think having another girl will balance our family. Two boys and two girls, are a perfect mix.”
“Me too. But I don’t care if it’s a girl or a boy. I just want a healthy baby. The doctors say they only know what they know now. I guess we will never learn of what the effects of that poison has done to me long term.”
“That’s because you are healed. No more tremors or night sweats. No more fevers or delusions. You’re healed.”
“If you say so,” she mumbled.
“I have news on Catalina,” he said.
She looked up grateful for the change in subject. She nodded that she wanted to know.
“She’s still in Spain with Lorenzo. But my sources tell me that she’s been in and out of the hospital more than once.”
“Hospital? Why?”
“I don’t know Bella.”
“How long do we have to wait this out? Can’t we do something?” she asked.
“I am doing something. As soon as I can bring her back I will. I swear it to you.”
Mirabella nodded. “I know, sweetheart.”
She stood first in the tub and then Giovanni followed her out. They went to the shower to rinse off the residue from the bath and clean each other. He dried her, and she dried him. They were too exhausted to do much more, so he let her lead him to bed. Once they were under the covers and she was in his arms he truly found the ability to relax. He caressed her ass and closed his eyes.
“I think we made our daughter in America.”
“Or Chianti. Remember when we made love in the rain in the back of the wagon?”
He smiled. “I remember. Yes, I remember. But that’s not where it happened. We made her in America. In that motel room when you told me the truth. Told me everything about your past. When you finally let me in and I fell even deeper in love with you.”
“Either way we made her or him the same way we made all of our children, with love.”
“Mmm,” she agreed. “Will you ever truly forgive me for Tacchini, Giovanni? Tell me the truth?”
“I’m to, Bella. I swear it.”
“Thank you for being honest.”
“Thank you for your forgiveness, I want to deserve it,” he said.
She yawned. “I guess we’ll work on that together.”
CHAPTER NINE
L'unico modo per curare la tentazione è di cederlo ad esso.
Sorrento Italy, Melanzana
UMBERTO STEPPED IN front of him. “What are you doing?”
Leo sighed.
“I asked you a question,” Umberto repeated.
“I’m going to shower and cool off.”
Umberto looked him over. He swiped the tip of his tongue over his side gold tooth and then stepped aside but not by far. No one had said anything but they all knew the score. Leo was on the Don’s list of unfavorables because of the Donna and Tacchini incident. When the chips fell it was clear that Tacchini only got close to the Donna because of Leo. If he was to recount all of his mistakes, he’d scroll back in time to the day Don Tacchini appeared at the hospital to be seen by the Donna. Why had he given him the privilege of vouching for his character? Was it out of some past loyalty for the help he gave his adoptive family? Whatever the reason it didn’t matter to the boss. And Umberto without Carlo yanking his leash rode him hard. He barely had time to bathe and eat before he was put to work.
The anger in him was strong.
What could he do?
“Boss is giving us the night off. Tomorrow is the party, and the cla
n bosses are coming.”
“There are no clan bosses. The families are done.”
“It’s the rebirth,” Umberto grinned. “New bosses, more money to get. Gio wants every man ready for the visit.” Umberto spat so close to Leo he was certain he’d landed his mark. Umberto smiled, turned and left with his crew. Leo wiped his hand down his face. Out of all the men the one he looked up to the most was Renaldo. He liked his self-control, his loyalty, and his integrity. But when he ran with bulls all day every day those qualities can be easily lost. Umberto idolized Carlo. He imitated him in everything. And soon the tension between them would come to a disastrous conclusion. He wasn’t sure what to do to prevent it.
Leo went inside the house and decided to crash in his room. The staff was quite busy. Everyone would be working through the night to get ready for the big party the Donna intended to throw. But to his surprise he found Eve standing at his door. He’d noticed before Eve following him around and then turning and running the other way when caught. She was interesting kid. Her main interest always focused on her father and Nico. Now she’d chosen him.
She licked her lollipop and stared at him. She wore her hair in braids, done by Belinda he guessed. She had on her pajamas. This wasn’t a part of the house the kids frequented unaccompanied. Was she waiting on him?
“Ciao Evie, do you need something?”
“Where have you been?” she asked. “I’ve been waiting a long time.”
“What?”
Her head cocked to the side and she blinked up at him for an answer. He frowned. The little girl never really spoke to him or acknowledged him. Their conversation continued in Italian.
“Work.”
“Oh? With my Papa? Is Papa home?” she looked behind him.
“I think he’s here, yes. Probably with the Donna. Do you want me to take you to him?”
She shook her head no.
Uncomfortable with her silence he tried another approach. “Is there something I can do for you?”
“Where do you go at night? You’re not in your room. I saw you the other day. I saw you go to the cellar. Do you sleep there?”
“You saw me?”
“It’s my secret. I’m a spy. I saw you,” she said.
He smiled. “No, I go down there to work on my boxing.”
“Oh? You going tonight?” she asked.
“After my shower, in a few hours. Yes.”
“Okay. Ciao Leo,” Eve said and walked off.
“Why are you a spy?” he called after her.
“It’s a secret! I can’t tell you!” she waved at him one last time before turning and running off. He looked after the child amused. Then shook his head. He went inside his room half expecting to find the twins in there. When he didn’t he chuckled to himself and showered. It was weird for him to be spooked by children. But the Battaglia children were different. If any harm of any kind was to fall upon any of the kids he’d be carved up by the Don like a Christmas goose.
A few hours in his room and Leo gave up on trying to relax. He had to do something with his frustration. Leo got up from the bed and pulled on some long shorts and grabbed a towel.
Leo took the back hall to the cellar stairs and went down. He needed no light. He knew the way in the dark. He walked with his head down and bypassed barrels of wine and cases of liquor to be pulled out for the bosses. However, he wasn’t prepared for what he found.
Belinda waited for him in the boxing room. She stood next to the bag. Her slender frame with her tiny waist, curvy hips and petite breasts were on full display thanks to her tiny shorts and cut off shirt. And he could now see all her bruising. The one to her side looked the most concerning and the one on her leg and thigh was swollen and dark. Did she come downstairs wearing this? He glanced around in search of her robe. She couldn’t have come down here without one and not been seen. If the Donna saw her body marked up this way he’d be a dead man for sure.
“Can I get a lesson?” she teased and put up her fists.
“You can’t be here,” he said and went for the robe.
Her hands dropped in defeat.
“Why not? What’s wrong? We were friends.”
“We aren’t friends.”
She hit him. Hard. The glove cushioned some of the impact, but the punch caught him in the jaw and off guard. Before he could recover she went in for another punch and another. And she was good. Better than a novice. That too surprised him. He went under her next swing and shoved her back. He used too much force. She sailed across the room and landed on her romp.
“Owe!” she howled in pain.
Leo froze. It was a reflex reaction not intentional. And if they were caught by staff coming to retrieve liquor he’d have no excuse.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he said.
“Help me up,” she whined.
He leaned in to lift her and she hooked her arm around his neck. Leo went down. He didn’t crash on top of her because he braced himself with his hand. She seized his surprised state by kissing him. The moment their lips met he was in trouble. They teased each other before with brief kisses but nothing ever came this close to feeling real. It took him out of his head at first. But he recovered and pushed off her. Belinda laughed. And that pissed him off.
“Finito! I’m done,” he said and walked off.
“No! Wait! Wait! I’m sorry. Don’t be mad! Wait!” She laughed and snatched off her boxing gloves. She caught him at the door. Laughing she grabbed his arm. And he reacted. He turned and pinned her to the wall. The anger boiling in him so strong he couldn’t stop himself.
“Do you want me dead? Dead!” he shouted at her.
Her laughter stopped.
“If they find me. If they think I ever... touch you... I die. If... we do anything... I die! Le capisce! Die!”
She stared at him as if his prophecy of death was no more important than a late-night dinner invite. And she touched him. Her hand went to his groin. She gave it a gentle squeeze. It had been a long time since a woman as young and beautiful as her touched him that way. Her mouth found his and his eyes closed. She pulled on his dick. She touched his scarred chest and rubbed the skin that was numb with no feeling. But he had plenty of feeling in his dick. Feeling that overruled his common sense. Instead of holding her by the throat his hands went to her tiny shorts that only covered half of her ass cheeks and dragged them down, pealed them from her heart shaped hips and soft thighs. They went past her knees and dropped to her ankles. She kicked them free and parted her thighs for him. He stopped thinking of consequence. He could only think of her. And when her butter soft thighs locked around his hips he sank into heaven.
Belinda bumped her head on the hard wall and her long thin braids fell like a curtain over her face. Leo moved in and out of her while kissing her lips and squeezing her breasts. He licked her mouth, bit her chin and sucked her neck.
It was nice. That sexy way of hers was far more potent than he was used too. She moved her lips against his, seeking his tongue. She moaned when he offered her more. Leo’s hands caressed down from her breasts and now rested on her waist. They soon went past the curve of her hips because he wanted to feel both halves of her juicy butt cheeks. Her ass was lovely. Soft, like a pillow and warm against his palms. He had to fight against his dick melting from the first squeeze. Leo bit down hard on the inside of his jaw. He gave each pump meaning. Going fast and then withdrawing slow, which made his strikes deeper. Belinda’s breasts crushed under the pressure of his chest. All of it combined highlighted a sensual need he enjoyed about the opposite sex. The reasons why she easily succumbed to his desires, he didn’t know. Why she provoked him into being aggressive he didn’t understand. Why she kissed skin that people turned their heads away in disgust confused him. Maybe after he fucked her he’d ask.
Then they heard the Donna speak.
“Eduardo, I want those crates and those over there brought upstairs,” Mirabella said. She paused. She heard the soft whimper of a woman. Her head turned. Sh
e narrowed her eyes toward the darkness and the sound. She was certain she heard the noise.
“Donna? Is that all? There are more from the delivery to the back of the cellar.”
Mirabella didn’t make a sound. She raised her hand for her servant to be silent.
She listened.
LEO COVERED BELINDA’S mouth, but he couldn’t stop fucking her. And he knew his life depended on it. Belinda bit his hand. He winced and drew his hand away. She giggled.
“DONNA?” Eduardo asked.
She looked back in time to see Umberto and three other men coming down the stairs. She heard a girlish giggle and knew her suspicions were right. Someone was there. She had a good idea who.
“Is Leo here?” Umberto asked.
“Why?” Mirabella answered.
“I was told he was. Wanted to talk to him.” Umberto started to go toward the boxing room.
“Go back upstairs,” Mirabella commanded. Umberto froze. He frowned but nodded respectfully and went back up the stairs. “Eduardo, get the Chianti and take the crates upstairs. Now.”
“Si Donna.” The men gave each other curious looks as they left one by one. Mirabella narrowed her eyes on the darkness once more and then shook her head as she followed the men up.
“Is she gone,” Belinda whispered.
The excitement, the thrill and the danger was too much to add to his sexual frustration. Leo orgasmed so hard he thought he might drop. He slammed his weight against her and pinned her to the wall while he caught his breath. Her soft giggles were in his ear. Did she have no fear? He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “We shouldn’t have.”
“But you liked it,” she gave him a playful lick. “And me too. They’re gone. Stop being so worried.” She shoved at his chest. “Move. You’re heavy.”
The oxygen began to flow to his brain again. He let her go but immediately missed the connection. She found her shorts and used them to wipe herself and then slipped on her robe. He pulled up his shorts and handed her his towel.
“I can sneak into your room tonight. We can finish. They won’t even know I’m there.”
