I run my thumb down her bottom lip and want nothing more than to close the gap and drown in her. Let her use all the fear I can feel on me, take her aggression out on my body, before I unleash a man she has never met before. Never fucked before, and never felt running through her damn veins like I can feel her running through mine.
“Trust me, Mia. I could never hurt you,” I say, as my hand falls from her mouth and lifts her chin so she meets my eyes.
Her lip quivers before she finds the confidence I fucking love and shouts, “You just fucking did!”
Closing my eyes, I curse myself because I know I might never bring her to understand. To know that what I did, wasn’t to hurt her, but to fuckingsaveher. To hide her away from the shit I am just now starting to uncover. The mess that Luigi’s own fucking son Angelo has been a part of since day fucking one. I knew he was a bad seed, I just didn’t know how bad until last night.
“I did what I had to do to protect you,” I confess, as I open my eyes.
She looks at me completely lost for about two seconds before her fists come up and pound against my chest. “Protect me!” She yells. “Fucking protect me, Leo!” I grab at her wrists in an attempt to still her but she pushes them against me harder.
Holding her up against the wall, I do the fucking unthinkable and regret it for all of 30 seconds after before I feel her tempting as hell body finally comply. Crushing my lips against hers, I force her mouth open as I take her kiss like I have been fucking craving. She gasps and pushes against me harder, struggling to break free and stop me.
Forcing her arms above her head, I hold her hostage with one hand as my other roams down the curve of her body. Grabbing, molding her flesh in my large palm. I hear a whimper escape her lips and hear myself growl in response as she slowly gives in and my tongue caresses her own. Soon, she stops fighting all together and kisses me back making our connection something fucking dreams are made of as it ignites a damn fire inside me. I take her bottom lip between my teeth and nibble down, causing the sexiest fucking noise to come out of her lungs and making me think only one thing.
More. I fucking need more.
Gathering all the restraint I can, I pull back and watch as she objects my lips leaving her own as her body leans into me further anticipating my next touch. Her eyes open and are filled with desire for all of two seconds before a fire darkens her beautiful light blue irises. With her hands still held above her head, I glare at her sternly and ask, “Will you be a good girl if I let you go?” The thought of taking this further has my cock standing at full attention as I envision just what she would look like tied up, laying spread across my bed and defenseless to my every want. My every desire.
“Go to hell!” She spits back at me, causing me to chuckle.
“Been through hell, Mia. They threw me back,” my head cocks to the side as I examine her. “Or,” I boldly state, as my knee instinctively forces her legs apart and her mouth gaps open. “Should I take what you keep denying yourself you want to give to me before you tell me the answers I need? The secrets you’ll tell me anyway.”
With no shame, my free hand comes up and brushes against her sex. Lifting her skirt, her eyes widen as I hiss out when I find her wet, so fucking wet and tempting, it takes everything in me to pull back. She stares at me, defiant and making me crazy. In one quick move I spank her pussy and she moans, the sexiest fucking moan I have ever fucking heard.
“I will have this,” I hiss out, as my fingertips dip underneath the fabric of her panties and I trace her slit. “But first, I need some answers. And you Mia, are the only one that can give them to me.”
“What kind of answers?” She barely gets out as her voice is laced with so much desire it sends chills down my damn spine. Releasing my grip on her wrists, I pull back slightly, waiting for her to make a move for me again. When she doesn’t, I let her arms fall to her side and take her chin in my hand.
“Come with me.” I say, looking in her eyes sternly. I turn to leave, but not before sticking my fingers in my mouth and getting a taste of all things Mia. And fucking hell, she’s more delicious than I could have ever imagined.
Chapter 6
Leonardo
It’s not a surprise to some, but when alcohol became legal again after prohibition, the mob took different “opportunities” that would keep cash flowing, business booming and our families names some of the most feared in the business. Just a few of our money-making activities included illegal gambling operations, loan sharking, extortion, protection rackets, drug trafficking, fencing and labor racketeering. The head of the whole operation included three Boss’, all agreeable to work together. Since then, one has left the business and was sworn to absolute secrecy. His name was Alfonso Capone. The others include Luigi and another man who has gone completely off his rocker and created a full out war between the Lombardis for control. Vincent Nitti.
What Mia doesn’t understand is that the damn notebook she carries tells a fucking story, exposing some of the wealthiest, prestigious, most feared men in the business. All the content points back to the two most powerful, Lombardi and Nitti. And all of it, was written by her fucking father. James Costello.
Or, to most of us, someone more regularly known as Big Jim, though I doubt his daughter, or her mother fucking knew anything about it.
Not only does her notebook list every fucking operation’s address in Italy, the passages are written in code, which she wouldn’t understand, and I only know half of. In fact, there is only one man who could ever decipher it. Which is why we are headed to Sicily and not Luigi’s office.
What am I going to do with this information? Well, there is no way in hell I am going to tell Mia. But as she stands there in front of me in the lounge area of my yacht looking like absolute perfection, I find it harder to hide anything from her and feel my control, the one and only thing I can count on to keep me fucking straight around her, breaking with every second I allow her to stay in my life.
She’s a gypsy. A witch. Somehow capable of things no other woman before her has ever been able to make me feel. Want. Need, more than anything I have everneededbefore. If I was bewitched by her that first night, her defiance, strength, fire has made me absolutely lose my damn mind since. Never has a woman stood up to me before, except one. And she was taken from me before I ever got the chance to fully appreciate the best things about her.
Standing her damn ground in the bedroom earlier, making me almost lose my damn control and take what I wanted, when I wanted it, she did nothing to make me lose interest in her like I damn well need to. Instead, all it did was make my body demand more from her. Lust for only what I am sure she can give me. And know, I will never ever stop taking once she gives in, relents, and grants me the one fucking thing I know I am not good enough to ever fucking have. Her.
She has a way of pulling me in with her bold, gutsy, in submissive attitude that I can’t wait to watch shatter around her when I finally break through it and force her to see what, and just who, she is dealing with.
Now, standing in the shadows in front of me, I watch as she nervously lowers herself into a seat and crosses her sexy as hell legs, making the slit in her skirt rise and my mind wander back to the bedroom and just what I wish I could have had my fill of, before I pulled back, tried to gain some ground and put some distance between us leaving my damn balls feeling like they are in a vice.
Even though I could have any woman I desire, to be honest it has been a while since I have touched, appreciated, and had an appetite for anyone. My work has always pulled me away, and no woman has ever kept me interested long enough to even see them in the morning light. A reason why I swore them off all together without a thought a few months back. Now, feeling what I do for Mia is breathing life back into me that I haven’t felt since I was a damn kid. Carefree and not giving a shit what the rest of the world wanted or demanded from me. Something I am finding myself enjoying more than I ever imagined the longer I let her linger around the shadows of my dark life.
Crossing the room, I round the corner to the wet bar and take a bottle of my best bourbon from the shelf. I don’t ask, I just pour. From the looks of her she could use a couple drinks herself, and hell if the feeling still burning inside me doesn’t need a release, one I am not taking from her, not yet. Pouring two ample size portions, I pick up both glasses and walk towards her. She looks from side to side, as if examining the room for an exit. A laugh escapes my lips because we both know there is no way in hell she is getting away from me and it’s time she surrendered to that fact and stopped fighting it.
She never will. Not now. Not fucking ever. And it’s best she understands that now. Better yet, it would be best if I fucking took the warning bells going off in my damn mind as well and not let her any closer either.
