15. Dario #4
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling her orgasm run through her and soak my hand. “You kinky little thing.” I soften my movements, lazily stroking her through the aftershocks. “I shouldn’t be surprised, piccola vipera , but I am.”
She gives me a satisfied smile and relaxes the grip she has on my wrist while her muscles turn languid and she sinks deeper into the seat.
“My dad had nothing to do with that,” she says.
“I think he did.” I lightly circle her swollen, sensitive clit. “I think you got off on knowing he was on the line.”
“That’s gross,” she says, making me laugh.
“There’s nothing gross about anything we do. I’m not saying you got off on hearing your dad’s voice.”
“Please don’t ever say those words to me again.”
“Relax, sweetheart,” I say and tap her clit hard enough to make her gasp.
“All I’m saying is there’s nothing wrong with getting turned on by something just because it feels taboo.
You know you’re not supposed to be with me, you know I’m twice your age, and you know your dad would’ve had a fit if he’d known what I was doing to you while we talked, and all of that made you come all over my hand. ”
“Jesus,” she whispers.
I gently tap her piercing. “You were never a rule follower, Mia, and I’m not at all surprised you’re kinky. If you ever want to call me daddy while we fuck, you can.”
She groans and covers her face with her hands. “Please stop talking.”
“That gives me spanking rights, though,” I tell her. “Someone’s got to keep your bratty ass in line. ”
“You’re so lucky I’m not wearing one of my knives tonight.”
“Believe me, I’m taking full advantage of it.” I give her one more stroke before bringing my fingers to my mouth, licking her taste from them for the second time tonight. “I will never get tired of having your sweet pussy on my tongue.”
The drive back feels like it takes an impossibly long time, but I’m guessing that’s because I’m forced to endure every second of it with a painfully engorged cock.
By the time I’m pulling up to my childhood home, I’m more than ready to slide back into the warmth of Mia’s body.
Unfortunately, my brother is all too eager to remind me that we need to have a quick meeting with our dad and call Dominic.
Once we’re inside the house, I lower my head to Mia’s ear. “Don’t you dare fall asleep, amore mio . I have plans for you.”
She kisses my cheek and whispers, “No promises. I’m feeling awfully tired after that orgasm you gave me.”
“Well, sweetheart, I’ve yet to have one, so keep that in mind.”
She laughs and gives me a quick kiss before I hand her over to Sasha so he can make sure she gets back to our room. I know she’s safe here, but I still refuse to take any chances. I watch until she disappears up the stairs before acknowledging my brother’s smug face.
“So about the pierced nipples,” he starts to say, but I quickly cut him off.
“Not a single part of her body is up for discussion,” I warn him.
He holds his hands up, but the next thing out of his mouth is, “Anything else pierced?” When it’s obvious I’m about to punch him, he adds, “That’s all I want to know. Just give me that at least.”
“I will not,” I tell him.
He laughs. “Lev pierced the hell out of his dick. I’m guessing Mia has some jewelry below the belt as well.”
“Sandro, I will fucking stab you if you keep talking about my wife’s body.”
“Your wife, huh?”
“She will be soon enough.”
“Fine,” he relents. “I can tell you love her, and I don’t feel like getting stitches tonight.” He grins and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “It’s pierced, though, right?”
“Fuck you, brother,” I say, but he knows I’m trying not to laugh.
“I knew it,” he grins. “Don’t worry, I’m not thinking sexy thoughts about your woman.”
“You better not be,” I warn.
“I’m not,” he insists. “I told you I don’t like ‘em that young. You’re the only perv in the family, big brother.”
“Jackass,” I mutter right before we walk into our father’s office.
He’s waiting for us, drink in one arthritic hand and the nightly cigar he sneaks that our mom pretends she doesn’t know about in the other.
Nothing happens in this house without that woman knowing, a fact that I’m willfully choosing to ignore considering everything I’ve done to Mia since being here.
Willful ignorance is how families stay together without going insane.
“How’d it go?” he asks as soon as Sandro and I take a seat. “Dominic is already on the line.”
“What happened?” Our cousin’s voice comes through the phone loud and clear.
I can hear Enzo give a soft whimper. New York is six hours behind us, so it must be getting close to my nephew’s bedtime.
I can easily picture my cousin rocking his son to sleep while he talks business. He always was a good multitasker.
“It went well,” I tell him. “Don Esposito and Don Santoro send their regards, and they’ve both made it clear they’ll side with us on this.
Claudio is looking forward to kissing your ass as soon as you come back to Italy, and Leonardo couldn’t keep his eyes off Mia.
I have no doubt he’ll make a move soon.”
“How can you be sure?” Dominic asks and then coos something to his son that I can’t quite catch, something about him being the cutest son in the world.
“I’m sure,” I say, cutting into the baby talk, “because I made sure to humiliate him and Mia is irresistible.”
I hear his laugh and know it’s at my expense.
“Sandro?” Dominic asks .
“I’m here,” Sandro tells him.
Dominic sounds resigned when he asks, “He’s already in love with her, isn’t he?”
Sandro grins at me. “He is, yes, and everyone knows it.”
“I can’t believe you’ve done this to me,” Dominic says. “What part of my orders did you not understand?”
“I’m doing my job,” I say.
“Well, I’m sure Lev will appreciate that,” Dominic mutters. “Is Sasha behaving himself at least?”
“He is,” Sandro says. “Hasn’t even killed anyone yet.”
“Nice to know someone is behaving,” Dominic says, and Sandro takes the opportunity to point a finger at me and grin like we’re kids instead of grown-ass men.
Our cousin goes back to a few seconds of baby talk, so I take the opportunity to flip my brother off before Dominic returns his attention to us.
The sweet tone he’d just been using for his son is gone when he says, “Watch your backs and get this taken care of. I need you both back here, and Lev is getting restless.”
“It should be over soon,” I assure him.
“And whatever you do, keep Mia safe. It’s bad enough you’ve fallen in love with her, but if she comes back hurt, Lev and his entire family will hunt you down.
” When Dominic speaks again, he’s gone back to his sweet tone, and I can’t help but think how different these meetings are now compared to the ones we had before he met Natalya.
“Grandpa is going to try to kill Uncle Dario. Yes, he is,” he coos at his son, and I can easily picture my nephew’s smiling face.
“Your Uncle Dario couldn’t keep it in his pants, could he, Enzo?
No, he couldn’t, and now he’s gone and fallen in love with your mommy’s sister. ”
“I think he gets it,” I say, making everyone laugh but me. My dad gives me a look that makes it clear we’ll be talking about this later.
“Nat’s going to love this,” Dominic says.
“We’re all loving this,” Sandro says.
“We’ll let you know when this is all over,” I say, trying to wrap this up.
“Lev’s coming over for supper tomorrow, so thanks again for putting me right in the middle of all this.” He switches to English and tells Nat he’ll be right there before he says, “Call me when something happens.”
We promise we will, and then he hangs up and I’m left with my brother and dad. They’re both staring at me, one wearing a ridiculous grin, and the other looking like he doesn’t know what the hell to do with me.
Our dad takes another drink, and when he sets it down, he says, “I don’t ask for much out of life.”
“Jesus, here we go,” I groan.
He points an arthritic finger at me. “Watch the blasphemy. You know your mom hates it.”
I hold up my hands. “Sorry, Papà .”
“You know what else your mom hates?” Sandro and I both groan before he says, “Not having grandkids, not having Italian daughters-in-law, that’s what.”
I look over at Sandro. “This is your chance to shine, little brother.”
“Fuck you,” he says with a laugh. “I’m not marrying some girl from the village and knocking her up just so I can look like the good son.” He looks to our dad. “No offense.”
Our dad groans. “I do like Mia,” he admits.
“I’m never going to hear the end of it from your mother, but Mia’s a good match for you.
She doesn’t follow you around like a little puppy like all the other girls did.
You need someone who will stand up to you, and I have a feeling that one doesn’t let you get away with shit.
” He sighs and adds, “It’s a damn shame she’s not Italian. ”
Sandro’s more than happy to add, “She definitely has him wrapped around her finger.”
I shrug, not bothering to deny it. I’m completely whipped for my girl and surprised by how little it bothers me.
“Are we done here?” I ask, more than ready to get back to Mia.
“For now,” our dad says.
Sandro and I walk out. He starts to walk in the opposite direction, but before he disappears around the corner, he asks, “You go through all those boxes yet?”
Loosening the cuffs on my shirt, I start up the stairs and holler back, “I’ve put a good dent in them, brother.”
He laughs while I take the stairs two at a time, feeling my heart speed up as I get closer to the door that I know she’s behind. When I open it and walk in, the first thing I see is Mia’s bare ass and that sexy dragon tattoo snaking up her spine.
“Goddamn,” I groan, running my eyes over her.
She’s lying on her stomach, looking over her shoulder at me.
Her knees are bent, feet kicking in the air.
My breath stills when I see the red-bottomed heels she’s still wearing.
It’s the only thing she’s left on, and the image is permanently seared into my mind before I’ve even crossed the room.
I’m undressed in seconds and grabbing a condom. Before she can turn over, I pin her hands down with mine and start to kiss my way along her spine.
“I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight, amore mio .”
“You’re the one who has to worry about that,” she practically purrs as I drag my tongue along her lower back. “I’ve got youth on my side.”
I bite her hip and then roll her over, hovering my body over hers as she wraps her legs and those sexy heels around me.
Before I slide into her, I kiss her gently and whisper that I love her, because no matter how rough I am with her, I want her to remember that beneath it all is a deep, all-consuming love, and then I drive in hard and fast, proving to her that with age comes improved stamina.