4. Mia #2
He takes another drink of whiskey while he weighs his words, and I force my lower body to remain perfectly still.
“You look like you’re about to have another accidental orgasm.” He raises a brow at me over the rim of his glass. “Want me to take you for a quick ride around the block to help you out with that?”
I scoff at him. “I don’t need your help to come.” Taking another drink, I try really hard to talk myself out of what I’m about to do, but the heated look in Dario’s dark eyes is too much for me. I really need to learn how to back down from a challenge.
I set the bottle by my feet and sit back up.
The way his jaw tenses when I slowly rock my hips is more than enough to spur me on.
I’m addicted to the way this man looks at me, and even though I’m technically breaking the thirty-day rule, I’m not using my hands, and that has to count for something.
Pressing my thighs tightly together, I move so they rub and create friction where I need it most. My eyes widen slightly when I’m instantly rewarded with a soft wave of pleasure.
“What are you doing, streghetta ?”
I grin, partly from how good the piercing feels sliding along my clit and partly because I love driving him crazy. “That’s so sad that you don’t already know,” I tell him. “Never seen a woman orgasm before?” I laugh and squirm in his nice leather chair.
His lips slightly part, and I catch a quick glimpse of his tongue as he slowly runs his eyes over me. “I’ve never seen one come just from grinding her thighs together, no,” he admits.
Instead of trying to stop me, he takes another drink of whiskey and settles back into his chair while his eyes stay glued to me.
The desire in his dark eyes beckons me to keep going, so I do.
I rub my thighs together, every slight movement creating a delicious friction that brings me closer to the breaking point.
My pierced nipples swell and press against my sports bra, adding another layer to everything I’m already feeling.
Gripping the sides of the chair, I dig my fingers in, refusing to touch myself.
My breathing picks up as my climax draws near.
I’ve gotten off thinking about Dario hundreds of times, but never like this, never with him mere feet away from me with his body tense like he’s seconds away from pouncing.
His dark eyes are calculating, just like when we spar, and I know he’s running through all the ways he could lunge and get me on the ground beneath him with no way of escape.
It’s that look that sends me over the edge.
My throaty cry fills the room, and I see his nostrils flare before I tip my head back, my chest arching and every inch of my body humming with pleasure.
The orgasm is just as powerful as the one I’d had on the back of his bike, and I’m beginning to think that they’re all going to be like that from now on thanks to the piercing between my legs.
Still riding my high, I squirm a bit more, letting out a moan when aftershocks leave me trembling and my breaths shaky.
Feeling a whole lot better than I did a few minutes ago, I grin and lift my head, but what I see stops me dead in my tracks.
Dario’s jaw is clenched tight, one hand fisting the glass of whiskey like he’s about to shatter it, and the other is resting on the thick, hard length I see straining against his joggers.
His thumb runs along his shaft, lightly stroking himself while he watches me.
“Well, I should probably get going now,” I say, not so much because I want to but because if I stay here any longer, I’m going to get naked and straddle his lap, and I’m not allowed to do that for another two weeks.
“That’s probably for the best, streghetta mia .
” His voice is strained, but his Italian sounds seductive and wonderfully sinful.
The mia he’s saying isn’t my name. He’s no longer calling me little witch , he’s saying my little witch .
It’s the first time he’s ever called me that, and a big part of me hopes he’ll never stop.
When I hesitate, eyes still glued to the way he’s softly stroking himself through his joggers, he says, “Mia, get your wicked little ass out of my house before I decide I’d much rather pin you to the ground and fuck that smirk right off your beautiful face.”
Stunned, I open my mouth and then shut it again.
I’ve never been so torn between anything in my life.
I want him. I want exactly what he’s just threatened, but it wouldn’t be gentle, we both know that, and I can’t tear my pussy up like that, not with a piercing that’s still trying to fully heal.
I also know I’m not about to tell him what I’ve gone and done to myself. That’ll be a surprise for another day.
I stand and run my eyes over the gorgeous man in front of me before meeting his eyes. “You have two weeks, Dario. After that you won’t be able to chase me off so easily. I’ll be putting your threat to the test.”
“What happens in two weeks?”
Grabbing the bottle of Gatorade, I stand and give him a wink. “In two weeks we’re going to be fucking.”
I don’t miss the small groan he gives or the way he strokes himself just a bit harder at my words. “You sure about that?” he asks.
“Positive,” I tell him on my way out, stopping just long enough to nudge one of his picture frames so it’s slightly crooked.
“I fucking knew you were the one doing that,” I hear him mutter behind my back. Laughing, I walk outside where Feliks is already waiting for me.
Later on after a nice hot shower that loosened my sore muscles enough to make me feel human again, I crawl into bed and check my phone. I see messages from Sasha and Dario. Wanting to save Dario for last, I click on my brother’s name.
SASHA:
I’ll come get you tomorrow night. I have a surprise.
Feeling giddy, I hurry up and type a reply.
ME:
A dangerous one?
I see the dots start moving and then grin at his response.
SASHA:
Those are the only surprises I know how to do. Be ready at nine and wear your knives .
I give him a thumbs up and switch over to Dario’s name. His text is very different.
DARIO:
Don’t ever do that to me again, Mia. The next time I see you having an orgasm it’s going to be while I’m buried deep inside you. Think long and hard about whether or not that’s what you want before you decide to spontaneously orgasm in front of me again.
ME:
I’m sorry. All I saw was buried deep and long and hard. Did you text anything else?
His response is immediate.
DARIO:
That’s not funny.
ME:
It’s kind of funny.
DARIO:
Not even a little bit. I’m serious, Mia. I’m not playing this game with you. If you keep taunting, you will get fucked. I won’t warn you again.
ME:
Promises, promises, and now it’s my turn to warn you. I want your cock, Dario, and I’m going to get it in two weeks.
DARIO:
Streghetta mia, you have no idea what the fuck you do to me. Why two weeks? What are you hiding?
ME:
I’ll tell you in two weeks.
Grinning, I add one last text.
ME:
How’s your bite mark?
DARIO:
Throbbing, just like my dick.
I laugh while I type.
ME:
It’s only fourteen days. You’ll survive.
DARIO:
Why are you so sure I won’t go out and find someone else?
ME:
Because I know you, Dario. It’s my pussy you want, and you won’t settle for anything less.
DARIO:
You’re infuriating, streghetta mia.
I send him the kissy face emoji and tell him I’ll see him at our next session. Putting my phone aside, I roll over and quickly fall asleep. He’d worn me out tonight during our training session, and when I wake the next morning, I’m not at all surprised to find that I’m still sore.
Most of the day is spent lounging around. I do a few stretches, trying to work out the ache from my muscles, and then I spend the rest of the time with my mom. My dad’s out working, so I help her with supper and then we watch a comedy while I wait for Sasha.
As soon as he walks in, I run to my room so I can grab my knives.
My black boots make it easy to conceal a small knife at my ankle, and I slip another into the forearm sheath Sasha had bought me.
He’d found a size small enough to fit me, and as long as I’m wearing a hoodie, no one will ever be the wiser.
When I meet my brother in the kitchen, our mom is leaning in close, showing him all the new photos of Enzo. She has the same huge smile she always gets on her face when looking at her grandkids.
“Isn’t he cute?” she asks, grinning up at Sasha. “I can’t believe Nat has two kids.”
“He’s really cute,” Sasha says, “and I’m guessing she’ll be having a few more.”
“I hope so,” our mom says and then looks between the two of us. “Because I’m guessing you two won’t give me any grandkids for quite some time.”
“If ever,” I say with a grin.
My mom points a finger at me. “Never say never. You have plenty of time to meet someone who will change your mind about that.” She turns that finger on my brother. “That goes for you, too.”
“I’m not so sure about that, Mom,” Sasha says. “You might want to start working with Dominic. I’m sure the two of you can come up with a plan that will ensure Nat’s pregnant again in no time.”
Our mom laughs and holds out the phone, showing Enzo’s chubby, smiling face. “But I really want a little Sasha and Mia to spoil.”
“I’m not so sure the world is ready for our spawn,” I tell her, giving her a hug and making sure she can’t feel my knife while I do it. Sasha notices the subtle move that keeps my forearm out of the way and gives me a quick nod of approval.
“The world would be lucky to have your babies in it, but there’s no rush.” She gives Sasha a hug and then tells us to be careful and that she loves us.
“Love you too, Mom,” I say before heading out with my brother for the surprise he promised me. “So what is it?” I ask as soon as we’re in the elevator.
“You’ll see in just a few minutes. This will give you a chance to practice your patience. Dario’s always saying you need to work on it.”