I am taking her back to Rome, but not to fucking Luigi. I could never do that to her. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. If she is Vincent Nitti’s daughter than I’ll deliver her to him. That is after I check him out, devise a plan that doesn’t get me killed, and somehow avoid the Lombardi’s at the same time.
Taking a large sip of water, the boat sways again and the lights flicker. I roll my eyes and take another drink before they go out completely. Grabbing the phone on the counter, I punch the code for the captain and wait in irritation.
“Yes Sir,” I hear him pick up after the first ring. “I know the power. I promise we are working quickly to get it turned back on.”
“Tell them to work faster,” I hiss as I hear him ramble some fucking nonsense, worried for his job, his life, hell his families lives if he doesn’t do just exactly what I say. But I don’t hear him as I slam down the receiver and make my way to the nightstand across the room. Taking out two candles, I light them and stick them firmly on plates I had designed fastened to the bedside table for occasions like this.
Looking at the bed, my mind flashes back to last night. To Maria. To her spread out, tied to each post and greedily awaiting the pleasure only I could give her. My manhood stirs at the thought and I adjust myself in my slacks, groaning as I touch myself and wishing it was her instead. The thought makes me grow harder and I know there is only one way to take care of my problem, and it isn’t marching back to where she is and taking what I want most.
Cracking my neck from side to side, I turn and begin to make my way to the bathroom, where I can take care of myself in the shower in a different way, when I hear loud banging on the bedroom doors. Curious that maybe it is the captain and we are in more trouble than I thought, I make my way towards them and unlock them slowly. Whoever it is on the other side has some explaining to do, especially since what I need right now is a release that was just fucking interrupted.
Swinging open the doors, Maria falls into my arms and I catch her willingly as my heart rate spikes and I know I stand a small fucking chance at walking away from her again tonight. When she catches her footing, she rights herself and pushes me back into the room angrily. I fall backward, but not because of the power in her, but the crazy need to see this side of her come out.
My head cocks to the side and a grin graces my face as I take her in, in all her fury, before she turns quickly and slams the door behind her.
Turning back to glare at me, she puts her hands on her hips which only makes me want her more and need to make her submit. And she will, beautifully.
“You don’t get to do that!” She yells, making my grin grow wider. “You don’t get to walk away! You promised to protect me. When we were kids,” she says, as her voice trails off and she begins to shake a little. “You said, ‘no one touches Maria like that…. and lives.’”
My heart burns in my chest knowing she remembered after all these years the promise I made both then and now, and the one I know I can’t fucking escape even if I do hand her over to Vincent Nitti tomorrow. Her face glows in the shadows of the candles flickering flame as I take a step forward.
“And I seem to remember you calling me nothing but a cheater,” I whisper. “Maybe you were right, Maria. Maybe dishonesty is my only fucking policy after all.”
I expect to see her bow down, to step back and feel intimidated, but she does the opposite. She stands taller than ever before and stares into my soul. “No Leo,” she whispers. “You told me you just always let me win.”
And I always do, my fucking weakness.
I pull her to me in one move and feel cursed forever by her words. The damn truth that has haunted me since the first time I laid eyes on her. She will always win over me. I fucking need her. Only her. And she needs to feel only one thing. Wanted. We’re a perfect fucking match and I suddenly decide I’d rather be a dead man than ever let her leave my side again.
“I need to feel safe,” She begins to say, as I hold her tightly against me and run my free hand roughly through her hair. Her eyes stare back in mine as she molds herself into me perfectly. “I need to feel accepted, respected… protected. You give me that Leo. You’ve always given me that, even when we were young.”
My hands fist her hair and pull her slowly away from me. She gives resistance, loving the pull of my power on her skull and my cock hardens at the sight, the feeling, the knowing that I can give her all she craves, just like she gives me all I need.
“Kneel!” I command and watch as her eyes widen and a small smile plays at the side of her lips. She slowly drops to her knees as her hands run down my chest and her fingers lazily trail across my crotch.
Right now, we both need to silence the war that started before we were ever fucking born. And there is only one way I know how.
I walk around her and watch as her senses heighten and she wonders just what I have planned for her. Taking off my tie, I wrap it around my wrist and drop to one knee behind her. “Hands behind your back,” I growl before slowly watching her do as I please. I tie my tie around her wrists and stand once more. Unbuckling my belt, I pull it from my slacks as I come to standing in front of her again.
“You’re always safe, accepted, respected and will forever be protected with me Maria,” I whisper as I trail the end of my belt across her shoulders and watch it fall between us. “But loving you,” I say, and feel my heart burst from my confession as her eyes grow wider. “Means punishment. Because even though I gave my oath to the Lombardi’s, I gave my heart to you when we were kids, and finding out now that you are a Nitti,” I tisk as my head shakes back and forth but my eyes stay locked on hers. “That breaks every fucking rule in the damn fucking book.”
She worries her lip between her teeth but doesn’t speak back like a good submissive. “Do you understand?” I demand as I slap the tip of my belt lightly against her thigh.
She closes her eyes and moans as she wiggles on her knees in front of me enjoying the way I am teasing her. Building her up. Making her enjoy giving me control so she can find the deliverance she needs. “Yes, Sir.” She purrs.
I take a step forward and unzip my pants. Her eyes open and her mouth begins to part in an O anticipating what I am about to do. But a low laugh escapes me because she has no damn clue.
“No Maria,” I whisper. “Tonight is about experimenting. Pushing boundaries.” Her eyes grow wider as her mouth closes because I know she is worried about just what I have in mind. If last night was a first for her, and I know it was, then she has got another surprise coming. “What happens when I don’t let you cum?”
She sits back on her heels and studies me. Pulling my length from my slacks, she wets her lips as I give it a stroke in front of her and watch her pupils dilate. She wants it, badly, but I stroke myself a few times harder enjoying watching her squirm. She tries to rise towards me and I take a step back stopping her. “Be good Kitten, or I will be forced to paddle you.”
Her eyes look up to mine and she takes my breath away with her next sentence. “Yes please, Sir.”
Shaking my head from side to side, I pull her head back by her hair and watch as her mouth falls open. “Suck it,” I command. “And don’t stop until you can’t fucking open your mouth anymore.”
With determination she takes me quickly into her mouth. My hand falls to the back of her head and holds her still as she gags on my cock the further it pushes against the back of her throat. I hold her there for a minute, so she knows who is in control, before releasing her and watching as she pulls me in and out, sucks me into heaven before her eyes rise and meet my own. I growl as she looks into my eyes while her mouth is full of me and I push her mouth to its limit as I thrust in and out it. Tears form in her eyes but she never fucking stops.
“God! You’re so damn good at this Maria. Your mouth feels like heaven. But I know your pussy feels even better and I swear I am going to be inside it when I cum tonight.”
