16. Mia #3
“Do you trust me?” He breathes the question against my wet nipple before giving it another suck.
“Yes,” I say without hesitation.
“Good.” That one word is all the warning I get before he’s plugging my nose and forcing my head back so it dips under the water.
My first instinct is to struggle, and it takes me a few panicked seconds before my mind can convince my body to calm the fuck down.
He’s careful of my nose piercing, but he keeps my nose shut so I don’t accidentally inhale water and start choking.
My lungs start to ache, but he keeps me under while his tongue teases my nipple and his fingers spread me wide.
When I’m not sure how much longer I can go without air, he pulls me up and lets me take a breath. I have just enough time to fill my lungs and hear him say, “Good girl,” before he’s pushing me under again.
This time I don’t panic. I go limp in the warm water, knowing he won’t let me drown.
Instead of my need for air, I focus on the feel of his tongue and the fingers that are bringing me quickly to the edge.
My whole body feels like it’s about to combust, and when he presses his thumb against my clit while he gives my nipple a hard suck, I clutch his forearm, begging for mercy.
He holds me under, keeping me right on the edge of pleasure and pain before he finally lets me up, and as soon as I take a deep breath, the oxygen hits me and I explode, coming so hard my vision goes dark.
I scream his name, clutching at him in what must be a painful grip, but he doesn’t let up.
His mouth and fingers work me straight into another orgasm, and when I finally come down from the high he’s given me, all I can do is crumple against him, clinging to him for dear life before I end up floating straight out to sea.
Without a word, he brings his mouth to mine, kissing me as aftershocks flood my body, and then he holds me while we float and slowly make our way back to the private beach behind his family’s villa.
It’s perfect, and I’m so caught up in that dreamlike state that I forget I’m still naked from the waist up until I try to wiggle free and get my footing.
His grip on me tightens before he gives my shoulder a soft bite.
“If you think for one second I’m going to let another man get an eyeful of your perfect tits, then you don’t know me at all, amore mio. ”
“Oh shit,” I quickly say, tightening my arms around his neck. “I forgot. I didn’t even bring a towel.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone see you.”
Keeping our chests together, he brings one arm under my butt and the other stays snuggly wrapped around my back.
My breasts are pressed against him, and I know there’s no way anyone else can see anything.
Dario would never allow it. I rest against him, enjoying the feeling of being taken care of.
He never makes me feel weak for relying on him, and it’s one of the things I love most about this man.
“Thank you.” I whisper the words against his neck and then kiss it, tasting the salty water on his skin.
“You don’t ever need to thank me for taking care of you, amore mio . You are the center of my world. Everything else comes second.”
“That’s probably not what a man in the mafia should say,” I tell him.
I feel the heat of his breath before he kisses my shoulder. “And yet here I am saying it, little viper. Everything else comes second. Always.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” I whisper in his ear.
He laughs and says, “Secret? Everybody in this house knows you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.
Hell, I think all of Southern Italy knows it by now.
How I treated you at Claudio’s isn’t normal for men around here.
They think it’s a sign of weakness to love or show affection.
Most of them treat their wives like shit, and their mistresses even worse. ”
“I swear to any god who will listen, Dario, if you ever even think about getting a mistress,” I start to say, but he cuts me off with a sharp smack to my ass.
“I’m going to forgive you that insult one time, sweetheart.
Do it again, and I’ll spank your ass so hard you’ll be wearing my handprint for days.
” He sounds equal parts pissed and hurt as he carries me up the trail to the villa.
“I have given you every part of myself. You have it all. My heart, my loyalty, my goddamn soul, so please don’t toss all that aside like it’s nothing by suggesting I could ever even look at another woman, that I could disrespect you like that.
Fuck, that I could even get hard for anyone else.
” I feel him shake his head, like the very idea is absurd. “It insults me on a deep level.”
“I’m sorry.” I whisper the words against his ear and hug him tighter. He’s right. It’s unfair of me to accuse him of that or to even suggest he might be capable of it. He’s never once given me any reason to doubt his sincerity, and I would hate it if the situation were reversed.
“And just for the record,” he says, “if you ever think about cheating on me, I will find him, gut him in front of you, and then fuck you while he bleeds out so the last thing he sees is me taking what’s mine and what will never be his.”
“Jesus,” I whisper, knowing there’s nothing on earth that could get me to be unfaithful to him but also loving that he’s so possessive. “That’s not supposed to turn me on, right?”
“It’s not, but I’m not all that surprised that it does, piccola vipera .”
I’m not about to deep dive into the psychology of that or what it says about me, so I rest my head on his shoulder as he carries me inside.
The staff that we pass do an excellent job of pretending they don’t realize I’m topless, and when we get back to our room, he carries me straight into the bathroom for a hot shower and to clean my arm so it doesn’t get infected from the swim.
It isn’t until the next day at lunch that everything changes.
We’re at the table with everyone else when a man walks in and quickly offers what I’m assuming is an apology in Italian.
Dario squeezes my thigh before getting up and walking out the door with him.
He’s only gone for a few minutes, but when he comes back, he says something to his dad and brother in Italian.
I see his mom’s body grow even more rigid than usual before she shoots me a quick look.
The woman is a pro at giving a poker face, so I have no clue what’s been said, but it’s painfully obvious that something has happened.
“I think the fun’s about to begin,” Sasha says in Russian. “You ready, little sis?”
My eyes dart to Dario’s. “What happened?”
Unlike the excited look in Sasha’s eyes, Dario looks more resigned than anything when he says, “He’s going to make a move soon.
We have our men scouting the area, and several Fontana men have been spotted.
” His dark eyes meet mine, and I can see what it’s costing him when he says, “He’s coming for you, streghetta mia , and I have to step aside and let him. ”
Ignoring everyone else, I stand and make my way over to him. As soon as I’m close enough, he cups my face, and I grip his wrist, leaning into his touch.
“It’s only for a little bit,” I remind him. “And you’ll be watching me the whole time.”
I can tell my words do nothing to comfort him, but he still nods and leans down to place a kiss on my forehead.
“We need to act soon, Dario,” Sandro reminds him.
Dario grits his teeth, but instead of answering his brother, his eyes stay locked on mine. After what feels like an eternity, he says, “I guess it’s time I gave you your wedding present.”
I raise a brow but don’t say anything as he grabs my hand and leads me down the hall, to the far end of the house that I haven’t explored yet.
Opening a door, we step into a sprawling four-car garage.
I see his Ferrari parked next to Sandro’s Porsche.
There’s also a Lamborghini and a motorcycle that I’m immediately antsy to try, and when he pulls me that way, my heart gives an excited jump, but it’s not the beautiful Ducati he brings me to—it’s the pink Vespa that I hadn’t even noticed was parked off to the side.
I point to the Ducati. “That’s what you got me, right?”
He snorts out a laugh. “ Amore mio , your feet wouldn’t even be able to touch the ground on that thing.
” He pats the seat of the pink Vespa. “This is more your size, and it’s exactly what Leonardo will be expecting my beautiful little wife to be driving.
” He grabs the matching pink helmet. “I got my wife a present, you were so excited and you begged me to let you take it for a drive, I said yes because you have me completely whipped, and then you went and got your cute little ass lost. It won’t take long for him to grab you.
This is the exact opening he’s been waiting for. ”
I look at the Vespa while he says, “We spread the word that we’re flying back to America tomorrow. Leonardo won’t miss this chance. He knows it’s the only one he’s going to get.”
I’m about to tell him that it’ll be okay, but he grabs my hand and leads me back into the house. “Come on, we need to hurry, and I’m not letting you leave without your knives.”
We pass Sandro on the way upstairs. He’s on his phone, doing that Italian speed-talking thing, and when we get close to our room, I see my brother going into his, knowing he’s doing the same thing I’m about to do.