16. Mia
Mia
I roll onto my back and stretch my arms, groaning when I feel how sore I still am.
With my eyes still closed, I sweep my hands out, searching for the comforting heat of Dario’s body, but all I find is a piece of paper lying on his pillow.
Rubbing my eyes, I force them open and read the letter he’s left me.
Good morning, amore mio.
I hope you’re sore this morning, and I hope it reminds you with every step you take that age can be an asset.
Stop making fun of me, sweetheart. Or maybe you just like waking up feeling raw and thoroughly used?
I’m more than happy to fuck you senseless every night for the rest of my life, little viper.
I’m checking on some things with Sandro and Sasha, but I’ll be back soon. Brunch is waiting for you downstairs whenever you want it.
Ti amo, Mia .
Dario
I smile and read the note again. All those times he was an absolute hard ass during training, and the truth is he’s a giant softie.
Forcing myself out of the comfortable bed that still smells like him, I grab the dress shirt he’d worn last night and slip it on before walking onto the balcony.
The sea stretches out as far as I can see, and the sudden urge to swim in it hits me hard.
Knowing Dario could be a few more hours, I decide to skip brunch and throw on my suit instead.
Before I leave the bathroom, I slap a waterproof bandage over the line of stitches that still runs up my arm.
I know it’s not the smartest thing to do and that it could still get infected, but hopefully it’ll be good enough for a short swim.
Once that’s done, I slip my feet into a pair of flip-flops and head downstairs.
The house feels empty, even though I know they have housekeepers that must be cleaning something and a cook that’s probably already preparing the next meal.
I have no idea where his mom is, and I’m grateful when I make it outside without running into her.
Walking across the manicured lawn, I see a group of men patrolling the olive grove, and knowing I’ll be in sight of them on the beach, I don’t bother saying anything.
Instead, I hurry down the trail that leads to the beach, barely able to contain my excitement.
The waves gently crash against the pebbled beach, and the vibrant turquoise of the water is stunning this close up.
I kick off my flip-flops and then hiss out a breath when I feel how hot the smooth, grey stones beneath my feet are.
Running to the water, I breathe a sigh of relief when the water hits my feet, soothing the burn as I sink deeper into it.
The sea is a crystal clear that I hadn’t been expecting, and I dive into it with a whoop of pure joy.
I can’t believe Dario grew up here, that he got to swim in this every single day.
With the sun beating down, I float on my back, wondering if I have it in me to get on a plane and leave this place.
I know I’d miss my family too much to stay here permanently, but I fully intend to make Dario bring me back here several times a year.
Maybe I’ll even surprise him and start learning Italian.
I’m not sure how long I stay in the water, but by the time I start to feel like my skin could use some shade, the sun is way higher in the sky, and I’ve drifted further away than I realized.
I’ve always been a good swimmer, and I’m already almost to the beach when I see something that makes me pause mid-stroke.
Dario is jogging down the trail, wearing nothing but a pair of black swim trunks, and even from a distance I can see how pissed he is.
Gone is the sweet face and relaxed body.
The man storming towards me is the Dario who used to make me do burpees as a punishment or hit the bag until I was so tired I could barely stand.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen this side of him, and I forgot how insanely hot he is when he’s all worked up.
“Mia,” he hollers when he gets to the edge of the water. “Get your ass over here!”
“Why?” I holler back, and I’m grateful I’m too far away for him to hear the laugh I give when I see how mad I’m making him.
“Mia,” he warns. “I told you to get a guard if you want to swim.”
I point at the top of the hill. “They’re right up there. They can all see me,” I say, pointing out the obvious.
“Not good enough,” he hollers back. “Get your ass over here.”
I shake my head, and then clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle my laugh when he curses me to hell and back in Italian and starts storming into the sea, dead set on retrieving my ass and teaching it a lesson.
With a yelp, I turn and take off, swimming like I’m trying to make it all the way to Greece.
I chance a quick look behind me, surprised to see how quickly he’s closing the distance.
With my heart racing, I give it everything I’ve got, but I don’t even make it ten feet before he’s wrapping an arm around me and hauling my ass up against him.
“Oh, piccola vipera , your little ass is in so much trouble.” He growls the words against my neck and then presses a tender kiss to my shoulder before hauling us both back to shore.
Instead of going straight back, he swims further down the coast. We keep going, following the curve of the land until a rocky outcrop appears.
Swimming around it, he drags me closer to the shore, and when we’re close enough for my feet to touch the smooth rocks beneath them, I notice that we’re no longer in view of the house.
“I was perfectly safe,” I remind him.
He’s too mad to form words, so all I get is a grunt as he hauls my ass further up the shore. When the water hits my knees and is well below his, he grabs my shoulders and pushes down hard, forcing me onto my knees. We’re on a steeper incline here, so I have to really tilt my head to see him.
“I can tell you’re pissed,” I start to say, but he just lets out a harsh laugh and pulls the waistband of his swim trunks down.
Using his other hand, he frees his thick cock, and I’m momentarily side-tracked by the sight of it.
He may be pissed, but he’s also fully aroused and ready to go.
I keep waiting for this man to stay soft or to get tired, but his stamina is apparently the stuff of legends, and I’m always the one who cries for mercy first. It’s a real blow to my pride, but the truth is he wears me out in the best way possible.
“Okay,” I say, trying again, “I can tell you’re pissed and horny.”
“Open your mouth, streghetta mia .”
I eye the huge dick he’s holding and then look back up at him. “Huh?” Because he can’t seriously be thinking of putting all that in my mouth.
Reaching down, he grips my chin, sliding his thumb between my lips.
“Open. Your. Mouth.” He says the words slowly as he hooks his finger in and forces my mouth open.
With my lips parted, I look up at him, stunned at the war I see going on behind his dark eyes.
He’s still pissed, but he also wants me so badly he can barely control it, and beneath all that is the love that I know will always be the dominant force that guides everything he does.
“See how easy it was for me to grab you and pull you somewhere you couldn’t be seen?” he asks. “Not to mention the stitches you still have in your arm. You shouldn’t even be in this water right now.”
I start to talk, to try and explain myself, but he’s still holding my jaw and all I end up doing is babbling and drooling all over myself .
“Finished?” he asks.
I roll my eyes at him and he growls my name and forces my mouth open wider before bringing the head of his cock to my lips.
“You need to learn to do what I say,” he says as he parts my lips and slides in, filling my mouth with his head and the salty taste of his pre-cum.
I narrow my eyes at him, but all he does is move his hand so he’s fisting my hair and pushing in so deep I have no choice but to gag around him.
I try to mumble that he’s being overbearing and ridiculous, but he just winks at me and thrusts his hips so I gag again.
My body rebels, but the tight grip on my hair makes it impossible for me to move.
“I don’t think so, amore mio . You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to take every goddamn inch of me.”
When I gag again, I bring my teeth down just enough for him to feel the light scrape against his sensitive skin. He groans and gives me a sexy, wicked laugh.
“There’s my little viper. Do you wish your mouth wasn’t so stuffed so you could give me a piece of your mind?”
I moan my yes around his shaft, making him groan again.
“Good. You’re stuffed full of my cock right now because I don’t want to hear it.
I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit excuse you think you can tell me to make you disobeying me and putting your life at risk okay.
I told you to do something, and you ignored it. This is your punishment, sweetheart.”
When he sees the angry look I’m giving him, he grins and runs his fingers along my cheek before tracing the line of my stretched-out upper lip.
“Every time you want to yell at me, give it a suck, amore mio . Let me feel how pissed you are at being forced onto your knees while I feed you my big cock.”
I suck hard, and his responding deep, masculine groan is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
The waves crash gently around us as my knees dig into the rocks, and the sun is unrelenting and blinding, but I don’t care about any of that.
Submitting to Dario is an aphrodisiac unlike anything I’ve ever known.
That doesn’t mean I’m not going to fight him and make him work for this, though.
Reaching up, I dig my fingers into his strong thighs, trying to rear my head back. His grip on my hair tightens as he gives another wicked laugh.
“I do love it when you fight me, sweetheart.”