8. Mia #3
“Seriously? This is what you brought me in here to talk about?” I move my hands to my hips.
His eyes follow my movements, lingering on the space between my legs.
The memory of him kissing me over my underwear is seared into me, and when his eyes meet mine again, whatever he sees in them has him taking a step towards me.
“You seemed a little jealous out there,” he says, stopping when he’s right in front of me.
“Of Marissa?” I ask, trying to not sound like I care. “You mean the woman who’s falling all over herself in an effort to fuck you?”
He gives me a half-smile and reaches out to run the pad of his finger along my jaw. “Does that bother you?”
“Of course it doesn’t.”
“No?” His thumb and forefinger pinch my chin, holding me in place as he leans closer. “What if I were to tell you that I’ve already fucked her?”
Rage thunders through me before I can stop it. It mixes with the hurt that I don’t want to admit is there and spills over and out of me, exposing me to Dario in a way that leaves me feeling naked and laid bare before him.
Cupping my face, he brings his mouth so it’s hovering over mine.
“That right there tells me everything, streghetta mia. You try so hard to hide yourself from me, but I see the truth of how you feel. I’ve never fucked Marissa, and if you think for one second that I could ever look at another woman like the way that I look at you, then you don’t know me at all. ”
“Careful, Dario. That sounds a lot like feelings to me, and you made it very clear those weren’t involved in what we’re doing. Remember?”
“My brother said that. ”
“But he’s right. Just a quick fuck. That’s our plan, isn’t it?”
A groan slips out from between his lips as he brushes his mouth lightly over mine. “Plans change.”
“Ours won’t,” I tell him, but he ignores the protest that sounds flimsy even to my own ears.
His nose drags along my skin, trailing a seductive line down my neck before he nips at my shoulder. “I can’t stop thinking about you, my little viper.”
I feel the heat of his breath against my skin as he lets out another sigh before running his tongue up the length of my neck, stunning me with the possessiveness of it.
His arm is locked around me, his other hand still fisting my hair, and this position is already starting to feel way too much like home.
“I can’t get you out of my fucking head,” he whispers against my ear.
“That must be very annoying for you,” I say, feeling the exhalation on my skin as he lets out a harsh breath.
“What’s annoying is your refusal to admit what’s happening here.”
When I stay quiet, he grunts his frustration and picks me up.
In seconds I’m lying on the bed beneath him, staring up at the handsome face that’s only inches away as he lowers his body on top of mine.
Spreading my thighs, he angles his body so I can feel the hard length of him.
He presses into me, letting me feel how big he is, how ready he is to slip inside me.
The yoga pants are a thin barrier and when he rocks his hips, I stifle the moan I want to give as he hits my piercing and sends a shock of pleasure through my core.
“Admit it,” he taunts while he kisses a line up my jaw.
“Admit you want me just as badly as I want you.” His tongue and teeth and lips mark my skin as he draws closer to my mouth.
“Admit this is more than you just wanting a quick fuck.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Admit it, and I’ll let you come.”
I rock my hips, knowing damn good and well that I can get myself off by using him. His deep chuckle rings in my ears as he lowers down, pinning me to the bed with his weight so I can’t move .
“Admit it, streghetta mia . Admit it, and I swear I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
“You are such a domineering ass. Why do you always have to be in control?”
I feel his grin against my lips before he nips at my bottom lip. “Because watching you submit is the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like watching a beautiful, deadly panther lie down at my feet. I know it could rip my throat out if it wanted to, but that’s part of the fun.”
“It’s very possible I will rip your throat out,” I warn him.
His masculine groan and the way he presses his thick cock harder against me makes it clear he’d very much like me to try.
“Admit it, Mia.” He kisses me softly, like he’s savoring the feel of my lips against his. “Admit it so I can make you come.”
“We still have a little over a week, remember?”
“And I’m willing to break the rules for you. I swore I wouldn’t let you orgasm until I was buried deep inside you. I never go back on my word, but I will for you if you admit the truth.”
While I have an internal war with myself, he rocks his hips again and lightly licks my top lip.
I want to tell him the truth, that I’ve been drooling over him for years and that I can’t get him out of my head either and that my heart is already involved whether I want it to be or not, but something stops the words from spilling from my lips, and when I stay quiet, he gives a frustrated groan.
“My stubborn little viper,” he murmurs before kissing me.
This time it isn’t gentle. It’s rough and hungry and dominating and it steals the breath from my lungs and every thought from my head, and that’s exactly why he did it.
By the time he pulls back and grabs my wrists, there’s no way for me to stop what’s happening.
Yanking his tie off, he secures it around my wrists, and then pins them to the bed with one of his large hands.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I growl at him as he reaches down and I hear the unmistakeable sound of his zipper .
“I offered to let you come, piccola vipera , but you refused. It’d be a shame for both of us to be miserable, though, don’t you think?”
“Don’t you dare,” I say, but he’s already letting out another sexy, deep groan as he reaches into his pants and frees his cock.
“Jesus, Mia, I’m so fucking hard for you. You see what you do to me?”
He sits up, letting me get an unobstructed view of him and holy shit he’s huge. The small peek I’d gotten of him hadn’t done him justice, even though I’d thought he’d looked pretty impressive then.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he groans.
His hand wraps around his thick shaft, and as he starts to work himself, I can’t look away.
Pre-cum beads at his head, and I nearly groan when he runs his thumb over his slit before bringing it to my lips.
Without a word, he slides in between my lips, rubbing his arousal on my tongue so my mouth fills with the heady taste of him.
On instinct, I wrap my lips around him and suck.
The feral groan mixed with the sexy Italian he growls at me is almost enough to make me scream that I’ve changed my mind.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, dying to be let out, but something stops me.
I know it’s fear, a fear so deep that it’s impossible to push aside, and confessing it to Dario would only make me more vulnerable when all this goes away.
And it will eventually go away. I’m eighteen, and he’s thirty-six.
I’m trying to earn a place in my family’s Bratva, and he helps run the Alessi Mafia.
This was only ever going to end one way, and if I can avoid the part where my heart is left shattered on the floor, then I will.
So instead of telling him what he wants to hear, I bury the truth and give his thumb another suck before he slowly pulls it out.
With my hands still bound with the tie and pinned above my head, he lifts my hoodie up, exposing my stomach and chest to his hungry gaze.
His dark eyes run over me as he drags the pad of his thumb over the thin material of my bra, feeling the barbell that’s pierced through my hard nipple.
“Who pierced these?”
His words are rough, his voice raw, and when I say, “Benny did,” I smile at the murderous look in his eyes .
“A man did this to you?”
“He did,” I say, and then I can’t help but add, “He also did my clitoral hood piercing.”
“What?” He asks, rage and disbelief lacing that one word. “You let a man do this to you?”
I laugh, causing him to narrow his eyes at me.
“Benny’s a professional,” I say, not adding that his wife was right there the entire time and there was nothing even remotely sexual about the experience.
I like that he’s jealous, and the pissed-off, feral look he’s giving me is just soaking my boy shorts even more.
“Benny’s a man,” he growls at me, “and I’m going to have to kill him for putting his hands on you.”
“Don’t you dare,” I say, struggling against his restraint for the first time.
He raises a dark brow at me, and I can see the warning in his eyes. “Defending him pretty strongly, Mia.” Bringing his hand back to his cock, he starts to work himself again as he says, “I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”
“Belong to?” I ask, but he just grins and strokes his thick cock even harder.
“What are you doing?”
The wink he gives me is downright sinful.
His veins are taut along his neck, disappearing into the white dress shirt he’s still wearing.
One strong hand still pins me to the bed while the other works his cock in a way that’s downright mesmerizing, and I can’t take my eyes off him.
He’s beautiful, but like always, there’s a touch of violence behind his actions.
Dario doesn’t look at me like he wants to spend the next several hours making love to me.
No, he looks at me like he wants to fuck himself into me as deeply as he can get and then mark every inch of me as his.
He wants to own me, and I think that’s what scares me most of all, because I don’t want to be owned by anyone.
When Dario finally answers my question, it’s with a rough voice spoken by a man who’s barely hanging on.
“I’m fucking my hand, streghetta mia , and I’m pretending it’s your tight little pierced pussy.
” He groans and leans closer so I can feel the heat of his breath when he says, “And then I’m going to come all over your sweet body, and you’re going to spend the rest of this flight with my cum on your skin, reminding you that you’re mine . ”
“I’m not yours,” I growl at him, but I can already feel my mind rejecting the obvious lie.
His tongue snakes between my lips, giving me a quick taste of him before he says, “You will be,” and then he growls my name right before I feel his body tense and a wet heat hits my stomach and chest. His masculine groans pull one from my own chest before he kisses me, losing himself in me as the last of his orgasm thunders through him.
When he’s completely spent, he softens the kiss and then pulls back so he can rest his forehead against mine.
“ Mia vipera .” He whispers the words, still breathless from what just happened, and sounding a lot more relaxed than he had a few minutes ago.
I huff out a breath and try to sound angry when I say, “Well, I’m so happy you feel better.”
He pulls back and the smile on his face takes me by surprise. It’s relaxed and happy, all tension gone from his face, giving him an almost boyish look. It’s the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him, and I wish I could take a picture so I’d always have this to look back on.
Sitting up, he gives his still half-hard cock one last slow stroke before a visible shiver runs through him. He shakes his head to clear it, tucking himself away and then putting his attention on me and the absolute mess he’s made of me.
“Goddamn,” he groans. “You look good covered in my cum, streghetta mia .”
“So happy you think so.”
He smiles at my tone and runs his hand over my stomach, slowly rubbing his cum into my skin. “Don’t pout, sweetheart. I gave you the chance to come with me. You’re the one who said no.”
“I didn’t like the terms,” I tell him .
There’s a smile playing at his lips, but his eyes are dark and serious when he says, “You can’t fight it forever, my little viper.”
I tell him the truth and say, “I can try.”
Leaning closer, he brushes his lips over mine in a tender kiss. “You will fail, and I’ll be here to hold you when you do.”
The sweet words and the gentle kiss throw me off balance, and instead of giving him a smartass comment, I stay quiet, memorizing the feel of his fingers as they graze along my slick skin until he’s rubbed his release into me, marking me yet again with a part of himself.
When he’s satisfied, he kisses me again while he massages the sting from my wrists and then pulls my shirt down so I’m covered again. Carefully pulling my sleeve up, he checks to make sure my stitches are still looking good, and then he kisses my inner wrist before letting me go.
“I didn’t bring you back here just so I could come on you,” he says, and when he sees the look on my face, he laughs and says, “It’s not the only reason I brought you back here.
I got sidetracked when you got jealous. It was adorable and made me rock-fucking-hard for you.
I needed to get that out of my system so I could focus. ”
“I wasn’t jealous,” I say, but he ignores me, knowing just as well as I do that it’s a lie.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small velvet box before opening the lid. The huge diamond is the last thing I’m expecting.
“What the fuck?” I ask.
“Turns out the mission requires me to have a wife.”
Shock keeps my mouth clamped shut as I watch Dario remove the ring from the box and slip it on my finger. I swear I start to get a little lightheaded when I feel the weight of the heavy ring locked around me like a vise I can’t escape from.
I look up at him and say the only thing I can say. “I can’t do this, Dario.”