Chapter 11
DOMENICO
“Rafa—”
“You’re like my brother, Domenico,” Rafa seethed, interrupting me before I could say anything else. “I trusted you with my life, with Gabbi’s life! How could you take advantage of her like this, pezzo di merda? She’s just a kid—”
“Excuse me?!” Gabriella interjected, shoving her hands onto her hips and glaring daggers at her brother.
But he ignored her and continued shouting at me. “And as if that wasn’t bad enough, you deliberately disobeyed orders! I told you to keep her safe and not lay a hand on her. I’ve killed men for a fuck of a lot less.”
“Rafa!” Gabriella gasped.
“It wasn’t like I jumped into bed with her, Rafa,” I growled. “I am well aware that Gabriella shouldn’t be with me, but I can’t change what’s happened.”
“Bullshit,” Rafa snarled. “You two are done as of right now.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but Gabriella stomped between us, facing her brother and poking him in the chest viciously as she yelled, “I’m an adult, Rafa. A grown woman who can make her own decisions. Neither you nor Mico get to decide who I’m allowed to be with. It’s my choice. Mine.”
“Rafa.” Leo walked through the door, halting our heated discussion. His eyes slid over me, then Gabriella, and finally Rafa. “Cazzo,” he muttered under his breath.
Rafa’s eyes narrowed at Leo’s reaction, but my brother didn’t give him the chance to question it. “We need to go. Now. Oswald is making a move.”
“Does he know where Gabbi is?” Rafa questioned as he withdrew a cell phone from his pocket and typed out a quick text.
“Not from what we can tell, but this shit needs to be handled before it escalates any further.”
I knew neither man would say anything more with Gabriella listening, and I wanted more information. Besides, I was considering giving my brother a lobotomy so he wouldn’t remember seeing Gabbi in nothing but my shirt. “Gabriella, why don’t you go put on some clothes.”
It was phrased as a question, but my tone made it clear that it wasn’t a request. She glanced between the three of us and let out a frustrated sound before spinning around and stomping back to the bedroom.
“I don’t have time to explain,” Leo informed me before I could ask.
“Go wait in the car,” Rafa told him, keeping his eyes trained on me.
Leo’s expression was somewhat sympathetic, but he turned and walked out without another word.
Rafa’s dark eyes were nearly black as he stared at me. His voice was cold and detached as he said, “This isn’t over.”
I wasn’t being confronted by my friend and surrogate brother anymore. I was standing in the sights of the one they called the Devil. The King of South.
Staying silent seemed like my best bet if I wanted to keep breathing, so I simply nodded.
“Keep her safe, and you just might not lose your life, capisci?”
“I fucked up in not coming to you before I let things get out of hand with Gabriella,” I admitted. “But my loyalty to The Family hasn’t changed. Especially when it comes to Gabriella. I would die before I let anyone hurt her.”
Rafa’s eyes flickered toward the bedroom before meeting mine once more. “I don’t know where we stand yet, Domenico. But I trust you to protect her.”
“Grazie,” I murmured.
He nodded, then turned and walked out the door. A button on the outside keypad beside the door beeped, and the alarm system engaged.
I inhaled slowly, trying to regain all of my composure before I dealt with my woman. She was bound to be in a snit over what had just happened. But I didn’t give a shit about anything except her claims that I had no say over who she belonged to. We were gonna clear that shit up real fucking fast.
Before I could follow her to the bedroom, Gabriella came through the door and calmly walked across the room and into the kitchen. I waited to see what she would say until it became obvious she was ignoring me.
“Quit sulking, sole mio,” I grunted.
As expected, her head whipped up, and she glared at me, but her outrage simmered and died when she clocked the expression on my face.
I prowled over to the kitchen, my eyes locked on her. She backed up a few steps until she hit the counter and found herself trapped when I crowded her against it. “Let’s talk about your little outburst from earlier, mia peperina tutta fuoco.”
Gabriella lifted her chin stubbornly, but I saw the spark of heat in her eyes that seemed to come out whenever I spoke to her in deep, intense tones.
“Are you referring to when my brother and my man were talking about who I’m allowed to be with right in front of me? As if they had any say in—”
Her words ended in a little yelp when I grasped her waist and lifted her. I set her sexy little ass on the granite marble top, then wedged myself between her legs. “Let’s try this again, sole mio. Who do you belong to?”
She chewed on her lip as she contemplated her answer, probably wondering just how far to push before making her point got her a cherry red ass.
“You’re dangerously close to earning another spanking, sole mio. Now answer the question.”
“You,” she sighed as she traced the line of hair from my navel to the edge of the towel with her nail.
She smirked when my dick jumped, and a shiver raced down my spine. “Fuoco, sole mio,” I warned. “You’re playing with fire.”
She bit her bottom lip, and I used my thumb to pull it free, then nibbled on the plump flesh with my teeth.
“To be clear,” I growled, “I will absolutely tell you who to be with. You made your choice when you let me pop your cherry with the taste of your pussy on my tongue.”
Her breathing picked up as I dragged my mouth along her jaw, up to her ear.
“You’re mine,” I murmured before licking the shell, then burying my face in her hair to hide my smirk when I felt her shiver this time.
My hands rested on her hips, and I gave them a gentle squeeze before I slid my palms up her stomach to cup her incredible tits.
“Say it, sole mio,” I rumbled as I kneaded them, my thumbs brushing lightly across the hard peaks. She gasped, and I took her mouth in a deep kiss before demanding once again, “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Mico,” she panted. “All yours.”
One of my hands made its way down to her center and cupped her pussy. “Altroché,” I rasped, smacking her ass hard.
I palmed both cheeks and dragged her forward until her pussy was pressed against my hard cock. With only a towel and her little panties between us, the heat from her sex sent a flash fire all over my body.
She moaned and placed her hands on my sides, but then her fingers dug into my flesh as she leaned back and stared up at me.
“And you’re mine,” she stated, her tone filled with steel, every bit a DeLuca. My badass Mafia princess.
“There will never be anyone else for me, sole mio,” I murmured, grinding my hardness into her and placing hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
She tried to scoot even closer, but I held her just far enough back to continue teasing her with a taste of what was yet to come.
“Why are you torturing me?” she groaned, digging in her nails so deep that I winced.
Fuck, that’s hot.
I chuckled darkly. “You want me, sole?”
“Maybe.” I scowled, and she smirked, her brown eyes twinkling merrily. “I guess you’ll do.”
Oh, sweet little sun, two can play this game.
“Well, don’t settle on my account. I’ll just—” I let go of her and took a step back, but her legs immediately wrapped around my waist.
“No!” she yelped. “I’ll be good, I promise!”
Mentally grinning, I canted my head to the side. “To be clear, Gabriella, every time you make me ask, you earn a spanking. Now, do you want me, mia peperina tutta fuoco?”
She nodded vigorously and used her hands and legs to try to pull me closer. “Yes, Mico. I need you. Only you.”
“Better fucking be only me,” I snarled before crashing my mouth down over hers.
Intense feelings of possession rose to the surface. Words weren’t enough anymore. I needed to show Gabriella who she belonged to. I wanted to mark her heart and her soul, to claim her in every way.
Continuing to kiss her, I removed her legs from around my waist, then drew her panties down her legs and yanked them off.
I hissed in pleasure and pain when her fingers brushed my over-sensitive dick as she released the knot on my towel.
When my cock sprang free, I groaned in relief.
I was painfully hard, and the fabric had been rubbing uncomfortably against my shaft.
My eyes locked with hers as I slid two fingers up her center. “So fucking wet. My hot little pussy is ready to be fucked.”
Gabriella whimpered, and her legs fell open even wider, causing a wicked smile to slice across my face. I teased her center with the fat head of my dick, and her hands dove into my hair, clenching the curls and holding me close as I went back to devouring her lips.
The swollen tip slid across her clit before I nudged it into her dripping sex. She gasped into my mouth, and I swallowed the sound as the kiss turned wild and frantic with need.
Come was already oozing from my shaft. I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I grabbed her ass and held her in place as I plunged into her, driving deep until I was completely sheathed.
“Fuck!” I barked as her inner walls spasmed.
Gabriella shuddered and cried out. “Mico! Yes!”
I tangled my fingers in her dark hair, drawing her head back and exposing her throat. When she tried to move, I growled and clenched the silky strands to keep her in place while I licked and sucked at her neck.
Finesse had never been in my repertoire, but Gabriella constantly reduced me to a fucking animal.
It was the only time in my life when I couldn’t keep the slightest control of my emotions.
I was driven by my need as I started pounding in and out, the tight grip of her pussy fighting my cock each time I withdrew.
“You feel so fucking amazing, Gabriella,” I groaned.
“Harder,” she whispered raggedly.