14. Mia
Mia
“ I f you don’t get your perfect ass out here, Mia, I’m going to come in there and get it.”
I look at myself in the mirror and bite back a laugh when I hear him add, “And fuck it.”
He’s out of his mind if he thinks I’m letting that giant cock of his anywhere near my ass. My pussy is sore enough right now, and I can’t imagine what he’d do to an even tighter hole. No fucking thanks.
“I’m coming,” I holler out to him before he can kick the door down. I feel one-hundred percent out of my element when I step out wearing the black Dolce & Gabbana dress that had arrived this afternoon.
He’s standing near the French doors, already dressed, and I stop short when I see him.
He’s in a black suit and black shirt with no tie.
The top buttons are undone, revealing just enough of his olive skin to ensure I’ll be constantly thinking about pulling him down and licking it all night long.
His black shoes and fancy watch complete the look, and I swear he’s wearing more money than most people make in a year.
He’s so effortlessly sexy, and I feel like an uncoordinated baboon in his presence.
I’ve never cared that I’m not girly, but a part of me wishes, just this once, that I could nail the whole confident, perfectly put together look that so many women pull off so easily.
All I can think to do is run my hands over the deliciously soft fabric of my dress and say, “Where the hell am I supposed to put my knife?”
He still hasn’t said anything, and when I start to fidget, shifting from one bare foot to the other, the corner of his mouth lifts up as he finally takes a step towards me.
“ Amore mio ,” he says, making it sound downright worshipful. “You take my breath away, little viper.”
The dress fits me like a glove. He’d chosen a long-sleeved one since I can’t walk around with a long line of stitches running up my arm without there being questions.
The low, plunging V that almost dips low enough to show the crack of my ass makes up for the more modest sleeves and neckline.
Dario does a slow circle around me, whispering something in Italian when he sees my fully exposed back.
I let out a soft gasp when he reaches out to drag his finger along my spine, tracing the dragon tattoo he loves so much.
“I’ve never wanted to rip something off someone so badly in my life, streghetta mia. ” His hand dips lower, and when he trails it over my ass, he tsks at me. “This isn’t going to work, sweetheart. I can see the line of your boy shorts.”
I turn my head, but I can’t see what he’s talking about.
Coming to face me, he kneels in front of me and slowly slides my dress up before hooking his fingers under the waistband of my boy shorts and slowly pulling them off me.
Tossing them aside, he grabs my bare ass and pulls me closer so his face is right between my legs.
With his eyes closed, he breathes me in and lets out a deep, masculine groan that makes me momentarily forget how sore I am as my hips rock forward like they recognize the man who’s given me so much pleasure.
He gives an appreciative groan and kisses me right above my piercing before lowering my dress and standing back up.
“I’ll be thinking about that every second for the rest of the night.” He sighs and adjusts himself before walking over to a box on the chair. Holding up the pair of insanely high heels, he grins at me as I shake my head.
“Fuck no,” I say, taking a step back. “I will break my neck or fall on my ass and embarrass myself.”
“You were just complaining about not having weapons, bella mia .” He shows me the red-bottomed heels. “Just think of these as two daggers that can never be taken from you. You’ll be wearing them all night, an easy weapon that no one will suspect.”
He has a point, although I hate to admit it.
When I make no move to grab them, he says, “Sweetheart, you can’t show up in your Converse.”
“But they’re comfortable.”
He grins and kneels in front of me again while he holds one of the heels out for me. “You’ll learn to love this.” Looking up, he gives me a wink when I lift a foot up for him. “Something tells me you’re going to enjoy this.”
The look I give him makes him smile as I slip my foot inside one of the heels and then use his shoulders for support as he helps me with the last one.
When they’re both on, I keep my hands on him as he stands.
The first thing I notice is that our faces are much closer now.
He still towers over me, but no longer by more than a foot.
The second is that these are not at all comfortable, and I seriously doubt my ability to take a single step in them.
“I’m going to make a fool of myself,” I warn him. “Which will make you look stupid, too, since they all think I’m your wife.”
“Never,” he says and then takes a step back so I’m forced to balance on my own. “But if you do fall on your ass, make sure to keep your legs closed. If you start flashing my pussy around, I’m going to have to murder all the guests.”
I let the my pussy comment slide because I’m too focused on not falling over. It’s like trying to balance on two tiny twigs, and when I take a step and wobble, I shoot him a glare. “I really want my Converse right now. ”
“I know you do, baby, but you look amazing, even if you are walking like a newborn deer.”
I take another wobbly step, and he takes one back. “There you go, vipera mia . If you want to stab me with your Louboutins, you’re going to have to come and get me.”
“Don’t think I won’t,” I warn him.
“I’m counting on it, bella mia .”
He’s right about the newborn deer thing.
I feel like a toddler just learning how to walk, and it doesn’t help that he keeps backing away from me.
I know what he’s doing. He’s using my need to hit him to force me to learn how to walk in these damn things.
When I’m almost to him, he moves to the side and starts circling around the room again.
“You bastard,” I hiss at him.
He laughs and winks at me. “You’re doing so good, little viper. You always were a fast learner.”
By the time I finally catch him, I’m able to walk like a normal adult and not like a drunk toddler. I refuse to admit his plan worked, though, so instead when he leans in for a kiss, I bite his lip hard enough to make him growl and fist my hair.
“You know that only turns me on, piccolina .”
“I need a real weapon,” I say again.
He runs his hand down my bare back before cupping my ass.
“This dress is very tight, and there’s no place for you to hide one.
Besides, you won’t be in danger tonight.
This is all about letting Leonardo see you.
He won’t make a move this quickly. You’re the juicy carrot we’re going to dangle in front of him.
You won’t be out of my sight. Sandro and Sasha will be there and my men will be surrounding the house. You’ll be perfectly safe unarmed.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I know you don’t, and I would never allow it if I thought there was even a slight chance that you’d be in danger.”
“Allow it,” I say with a scoff. “For someone as old as you, you still have a lot to learn.”
I feel the warmth of his hand leave my ass right before he brings it down in a hard smack. “As do you, amore mio .”
“That hurt,” I tell him, but my words only make him grin.
Before I can stop him, he steps back, points his phone at me, and takes a photo.
“What the hell?” I ask.
He takes a few more, grinning the whole time, and then puts his phone away. “You look too goddamn sexy, and I want to be able to see you like this anytime I want.” He runs his eyes over me once more. “You look sexy no matter what you wear, sweetheart, but this is a nice treat.”
My eyes linger on the way his suit fits him, and even though this man can make my mouth water no matter what he’s wearing, there’s no denying the power he exudes when he’s wearing a nice suit.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I say, and he laughs.
“There’s that sweet tongue of yours. I’m so happy to hear I don’t look too bad .”
“Your ego is big enough without me helping it.”
He closes the distance and tips my chin up. “I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks of me. The only opinion I care about is yours.”
He leans down to kiss me, but we’re interrupted when Sandro yells, “You two ready? Also, Sasha would like visual confirmation that his sister is still alive.”
Dario looks down at me. “Have you called your dad yet?”
“I talked to them when you went to meet with your men yesterday. I left out some key details, but I convinced them I’m happy and safe and that everyone was behaving themselves.” I smile and add, “That was obviously before you tore my pussy in two.”
The grin he gives me shouldn’t look so unbelievably sexy, but it does. “You bet your ass I did.”
“You’re not getting anywhere near my ass,” I warn him.
He reaches around and squeezes one of my cheeks before he yells for his brother to come in.
I step away from his grabby hands before my brother can see, but everything we did must be written all over me, because as soon as Sandro sees me, he lets out a low whistle and says, “You look like you had one hell of a wild night.”
Walking closer, he kisses me on both my cheeks, and then grabs my hand and spins me around. “Goddamn, Mia, look at you.”
Dario takes my hand from his brother’s and asks, “Ready?”
Sandro laughs at his possessiveness, but he steps aside and holds his hands up to show he won’t try to put them on me again.
Sandro’s wearing a dark suit as well, but he’s paired it with a white dress shirt and a black tie.
The Alessi brothers look powerful and intimidating, which I’m guessing is the exact look they were going for.