Wolfe
Now that Lombardi was no longer interfering with our shipments, we were able to get the guns without an issue. But Don Mancini was paranoid as fuck about it, so he wanted us all there to make sure there weren’t any problems.
By the time we transported the shipment and put everything in the warehouse, it was evening.
On my way. I didn’t want to sound like a sexist prick, but I hoped she made dinner that night.
I wanted a home-cooked meal and lots and lots of pussy for dessert.
It was a fucking tragedy that I hadn’t gotten to fuck her after that fight we’d had.
My cheek was still red, so I could still feel the sting of her anger… and that turned me on quite a bit.
I left down the main road and made a big detour to reach her house from a different direction, approaching her dirt road discreetly then driving through the wild brush and cypress trees before I made it to her house.
I’d started to park my Range Rover around the other side of the house just so it wasn’t visible from any of the roads.
Never knew if someone might stop by unexpectedly.
Not that I really cared. Don Mancini seemed to like me at this point, and I kinda wanted to get caught so we could drop this charade. Some guys would like sneaking around under their boss’s nose, but I wasn’t into the forbidden, taboo trope.
I just wanted to be with my woman.
I let myself inside because her home had become my home in a lot of ways.
She came at me head on, picking up exactly where we’d left off in her office. She was a petite little thing, but when she wanted something, she moved like a bulldozer. She rose on her tiptoes and kissed me as she grabbed my face.
My hand went straight to her ass and squeezed her hard, feeling her bare skin and the skimpy material of her lacy thong. I moaned in her mouth when I snaked my other hand up her back and felt nothing but soft skin because she was nearly naked already.
She’d never taken the lead before, never made silent demands with her authority, but she grabbed me and shoved me onto the couch.
My back hit the cushion and my knees spread.
She dropped to her knees on the rug, unbuttoned my jeans, and tugged on my zipper in a flash before she yanked my jeans and boxers down.
If I weren’t so hot in the moment, I would smile. I lifted my hips and helped her get my bottoms down over my knees and to my boots. I pulled my shirt over my head next and saw her drop her face into my lap and start kissing and licking my balls.
“Cristo…” A sea of hair was in my lap, and my hand fisted it as I took in a deep breath and watched her eat my dick like a breakfast buffet. She dragged her tongue up my length and then sheathed my cock in her warm mouth, her tongue like a slide in a water park.
It was only then that I realized she’d never done this before—and I hadn’t even noticed.
I always wanted head from a woman right off the bat, but with her, it hadn’t even crossed my mind.
It was how I liked to unwind after a long day, paying for a couple of women to take turns sucking my dick and fighting over who got to swallow the good stuff.
I rolled my head back, because damn, she was good at this.
She held my dick by the base and pushed her warm mouth down my length and then pulled it back up again, dragging her tongue perfectly along my vein when she came up for air.
Over and over, she moved, pointing my head straight up so she could lock her eyes on me while she enjoyed my cock like an ice cream cone.
Jesus fucking Christ.
If she were one of my regulars, I would give her a million-euro tip.
She continued to drive me fucking crazy with that mouth, bringing me to the edge again and again, my breath ragged and uneven, heart palpitations running wild inside my chest.
I wanted to tell her to stop, but I was too fucking weak. Utterly paralyzed. Masked gunmen could break in to the house, and even then, I might not be able to stop.
She pulled my dick out of her mouth and let it plop against my stomach before she got to her feet.
I was a fucking mess sitting on the couch, a sex-induced coma, my dick literally aching for the oasis she’d just stolen from me.
She hooked her fingers in the sides of her thong then pushed it over her hips, letting it fall to the floor.
I spotted the stickiness at the tops of her thighs, like having my dick in her mouth turned her on almost as much as it turned me on.
She crawled on top of me and straddled my hips before she guided my length inside her, slowly sinking down my soaked flesh until she was perfectly sealed around my dick like a fucking airlock in a submarine.
I’d never felt a shiver in my body, but I felt it now, right up my spine.
I gripped her hips, and my fingers kneaded the top of her ass, staring at her flat stomach and her big tits with cute little nipples. All woman from head to toe, sexy as hell, and she had that look in her eye, like she was still mad.
Fuck, I was gonna explode before she even moved.
She started to slide up and down my length, moving slowly as if she knew I had no restraint left in me. “You’re mine.” Her fingers slid into my short hair as she continued to rock into me. “And I don’t share.”
My eyes closed as an uncontrollable moan burst from my lips.
I felt my dick try to twitch inside her, but it was such a tight fit, it had nowhere to go.
I liked dirty talk and role-playing, but damn, I’d never heard anything so fucking hot in my life.
My breath was literally pulled from my lungs, and I felt like I floated outside my body, flying into the clouds of unearthly pleasure.
“Yes, baby.” I opened my eyes to look at her again, seeing that same fiery look in her green eyes that I’d seen in her office—when she was furious.
“Don’t ever pull that shit again.” She didn’t slap me, but she gave me a light smack on the cheek the way you would pop a dog on the nose.
She continued to ride my dick slowly, but I gripped her hips and forced her to still on my length because I was seriously just a second away from blowing my load.
I could honestly say I’d never been this fucking turned on in my life.
Something about her ferocity and the way she hit me drove me fucking wild. I moaned. “You’re still mad.”
“Yes, I’m still fucking mad.” She shoved my hands off her and rode my dick again, arms circling my neck as she started to bounce on my length like she was on a fucking trampoline.
“Hit me.” My hands slipped underneath her ass, and I gripped her strong cheeks as I helped her ride me.
“I’m not going to hit you.”
“Hit me.”
She slapped me across the face just like I wanted, palm to the cheek with enough force to make a slapping sound.
I felt the swelling of the skin, felt the electric pulse of pain register from my nerves, felt the rush of sexual adrenaline pound throughout my entire body. I spanked her ass. “Show me how fucking mad you are.”
She slapped my cheek again as she continued to ride me.
I moaned because it hurt so good. “Fuck.” I lifted and tugged her down onto my length over and over, harder and faster, just inches from the finish line.
A storm of heat hit me in the face and burned the rest of my body, and I fell into a climax so hot, I felt as if I’d just entered the underworld.
“Fuck, baby.” My breath left my lungs as I came inside her, feeling a rush so intense that it turned every experience of my past into an old black-and-white photo, while a stream of color now hit me in the face.
The single best climax I’d ever had—and it didn’t cost me a damn thing.
“Don’t fuck with me again.” She left my lap, and my wet dick slapped against my stomach, her cream built up at the base.
She put her thong back on and then grabbed my shirt from the floor, pulling it over her head.
It stopped above her knees, practically a nightdress.
She ran her fingers through her hair as she walked out and headed into the kitchen.
Winded even though I hadn’t done a damn thing, I sank into the couch and lay there, feeling a sense of calm I could only feel with a gunshot wound in my arm or a bloody knife in my hand after a fight.
I listened to Francesca move about in the kitchen and then registered the smell of food in my nose. I wanted to get up and join her, but Francesca had given me a knockout punch that left me incapacitated.
“Dinner’s ready,” she called from the kitchen.
I took a slow breath before I got to my feet and pulled on my boxers.
Leaving my jeans and boots on the floor, I headed upstairs to where I’d stowed my bag in the closet, containing a couple changes of clothes and other essentials.
I put on a pair of black sweatpants then headed back downstairs, seeing the plates of food she’d put on the table along with the basket of bread and the bottle of wine.
She was already seated and had poured herself a glass of wine.
“Damn, that looks good.” Roasted chicken with potatoes and ripe asparagus. I took the seat across from her, seeing her sitting there in my t-shirt that fell down one shoulder because the neckline was so big.
It was the first time I was seeing her in my clothes, the first time I’d seen any woman wear my t-shirt, and she looked damn good in it. I grabbed the bottle and filled my glass.
She cut into her chicken and took a bite as she stared at me across the table, her eyes still a little angry.
I smirked. “Still mad, huh?”
“Oh, I’m gonna be mad for the rest of the night.”
I took a bite of my food and smiled while I chewed. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”
“Want some ice for your cheek?”
“Nope.” I loved the way it burned, like my face was on fire. Don Mancini and Leo had given me weird looks when I’d left Francesca’s office, but no one had asked me why my face was so red. If they had, I would have told them the truth.
“You ask your other girls to hit you?”
“No, just you.”
She continued to eat, casting me dark looks.
“You turn me on when you’re angry.”
“Why?”
“Because it shows me how you really feel.” Anger was the rawest feeling known to humankind. It was primal and intoxicating and addictive. Rage was the gate to the adrenaline surge I searched for high and low. “Shows that you’re just as balls deep in this as I am.”
She focused on her food, her eyes averted to her plate.
I stared at her as I ate, only breaking my look to cut into my chicken, which was crispy on the outside but juicy on the inside, full of lemon juice and herbs. She had a lot of qualities that impressed me, but her ability to cook took the cake.
“Were you going to tell me?” she asked.
“Tell you what?”
“About what happened with the sex worker.”
I appreciated that she didn’t use the word “whore” again after I’d said I didn’t like the term. Probably figured out it had something to do with my mother. “Only if you asked me.”
She stopped eating, and her eyes flicked up to me. “Excuse me?”
“Not really much to tell. We played cards.”
“But if you had told me about it before Leo mentioned it, that big misunderstanding wouldn’t have happened.”
I smirked. “And that would have been a shame.”
“Wolfe.”
“What?”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. I’m glad it happened, and I’m not the least bit sorry.”
She gave me this look, like she was about to erupt like Mount Etna. “You’re playing with fire right now.”
“Ooh…burn me, baby.”
“I’m gonna chuck this damn plate at your head.”
“Looks like we’ve leveled up from slapping.”
“Wolfe.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But you still should have told me.”
“You want me to report every interaction I have with women?” I asked incredulously. “Your head would explode.”
“Why would my head explode?”
“Because it happens all the time,” I snapped.
“Every fucking day. When Leo and I went to the docks, Davide Romano’s daughter made a pass at me.
I politely told her to fuck off. Last night, one of my regulars asked me to come over and fuck her in the ass—free of charge.
And then a different girl sent me nudes, for no fucking reason. ”
The fire erupted in her eyes.
“I didn’t look at them. I just deleted them.”
“Then how did you know they were nudes?”
“Well, a nipple is pretty distinct.”
She set down her fork and released a breath that could knock over a stone house.
“And all of that was just yesterday. So you really want me to tell you every little thing?”
She grabbed her glass and took a big drink, like it was grape juice instead of wine.
“You said you trust me.” I didn’t realize how much that meant to me until I heard her say it.
I’d never been in a monogamous relationship before, so commitment and trust were things I’d never experienced before.
I wanted her to be jealous because her possessiveness turned me on, but I didn’t want her to worry that I would fuck around on her because I never would.
I was locked in.
She took another drink of her wine. “I do trust you.”
“Then don’t expect me to share all the offers I get. I always tell them I’ve got a woman at home.”
“Did you tell your card buddy?”
“Damn right I did. You can hear it in the video. We talked about it for a while.”
“Yeah?”
“I said you were Leo’s sister, and she said when he finds out, he’s gonna be mad that I spent the night with her. And I explained that was why I filmed the whole thing, so when that day comes, I have irrefutable proof to your brother that I’m committed.”
She grabbed her fork again and started to push her food around her plate.
“I love it when you get jealous.”
She looked at me again.
“But I don’t want you to feel insecure.”
All the anger and resentment slowly drained from her face.
“If you do, then I’m not doing my job right.”
She took a breath then ran her fingers through her hair, so sexy and irresistible without even trying.
All these little moves she made, even the way she took a breath, were intoxicating to me.
My obsession was borderline dangerous, a walking red flag.
If she were smart, she would stay away from me, not because I would fool around and break her heart, but because I would possess her so hard, she might suffocate.
She finally responded to what I said. “I don’t feel insecure.”
A slow grin moved across my lips.
“I was just blindsided and…”
“Heartbroken, devastated, utterly fucking distraught.” I couldn’t keep the grin off my face.
“At least you don’t have to worry about feeling that way ever again.
Because I would never fuck this up. I would never hurt you.
I would never betray you. I would never lie to you.
You’re the only person in this world who has my unconditional and unquestionable loyalty. ”
“What about my father?”
“I’m loyal to him—but I’m loyal to you first. If you asked me to shoot him in the back of the head, I would do it, no questions asked.” I grabbed my glass and took a drink. “I would do anything for you, no questions asked.”