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Sebastiano
Despite the urge to tear that damn dress off her sexy body and have my way with her, I have more pressing matters to attend to before we leave. My father will be joining us for dinner at the Russo’s tonight, and distractions are not an option. He expects updates about the docks, and I can”t risk facing his wrath if I give him any excuses.
As Enzo and Dario walk back in, I adjust myself uncomfortably in my pants, still savoring the taste of her sweet pussy on my tongue. Enzo shoots me a knowing smirk, undoubtedly catching sight of Mia leaving, flushed and flustered. While we”re close enough for him to speak freely, it”s not an option in front of my soldiers, so he holds his comments to himself. But I have no doubt he”ll have something to say later.
”Don Alessio tried to reach you while you were occupied with your wife,” Enzo informs me.
Alessio runs the Philly Commission—he used to deal mainly with my old man, but as I”ve been stepping up, he”s started hitting me up directly. The guy”s known for keeping a tight ship and always being pissed off about something.
”Get him on the phone,” I bark at Enzo, not bothering to look up at him.
The tension in the car is thick as we make our way toward Belmont Central, Peter”s neighborhood. Enzo and Dario lead the convoy in the SUV ahead, with Daren and Yusuf following closely behind us.
I can practically feel Mia”s nerves radiating off her. She”s fidgeting incessantly, unable to mask her anxiety. In an attempt to calm her, I slide my hand over her thigh, giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze. But instead of easing up, she jerks away as if my touch burns. I shoot her a sharp look, only to find her staring blankly out the window, her breaths shallow and rapid. Clearly, she”s lost in her own turmoil, oblivious to our surroundings as I veer off the road and pull the car into an empty parking lot.
Enzo”s name flashes on the dashboard through the Bluetooth, interrupting the already tense atmosphere in the car. When I answer the call, his voice crackles through the speakers, questioning, ”Everything OK?”
I can feel Mia shift in her seat, snapping out of her daze, confusion clouding her features as she looks around. ”Everything”s fine. Keep driving towards Peter”s. We”ll be right behind you,” I respond, my tone short and clipped. Meanwhile, Yusuf and Daren pull up behind me, and without hesitation, I instruct, ”Call Yusuf and tell them to keep going. We”ll meet there.”
I end the call, glancing up just in time to see Yusuf and Daren pulling out of the parking lot and driving toward the main road. The SUV fades from sight, leaving us in the silence of the deserted parking lot.
Mia”s confusion only seems to intensify. ”Why did we stop?” she asks, her brows furrowing while her eyes scan her surroundings.
”What”s going on?” I ask sharply, my tone leaving no room for argument. It”s clear something is bothering her, and I intend to get to the bottom of it before we have an audience.
“Huh? Nothing’s going on,” she mumbles, her hands continue to fumble with the hem of her dress.
I reach out and grasp her chin firmly, forcing her to meet my gaze. ”Don”t lie to me,” I growl, my tone harsher than I intend it to be. ”I can see something is bothering you. Now, tell me what it is so that I can fix it.”
“I guess I’m just a little nervous, that”s all. It’s nothing that can be fixed,” she replies. That’s where she’s wrong. I can fix this.
I maintain a firm grip on her chin, my eyes drilling into hers. ”Nervous about what?” I demand. ”Anyone who hurts you is a dead man walking,” I vow. It”s a promise I fully intend to keep.
Mia gives me a weak smile. “Just seeing them makes me a little nervous. I’ll be fine. It’s nothing to worry about,” she says, trying to convince herself more than me.
”I think you forget who you’re married to and who you are now. Nobody should make you nervous. If anything, your presence should make them nervous,” I say, my tone softer now. A small giggle escapes her lips, and all blood rushes south. Well, if that wasn”t adorable, but I need her to believe me.
“And who am I?” she asks as the smile fades from her face.
I release her chin, but my eyes stay locked on hers. “Mia fuckingMorelli, my sexy ass wife, and the last person anyone wants to fuckwith,” I tell her. Before she can protest, I push my seat all the way back, unbuckle her seatbelt, and pull her onto my lap.
“Why would I be the last person anyone wants to mess with?” she asks, her voice tinged with curiosity and uncertainty while she adjusts her position on my lap.
“Because you’re mine, and I will kill anyone who hurts y––” I”m cut off when her lips slam against mine. The suddenness of her kiss catches me off guard, igniting a spark of thirst that courses through my veins.
Possessiveness consumes me as our lips meld together in a fiery embrace, her softness contrasting with my roughness. My heart pounds erratically in my chest as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer to me.
My hands find the zipper of her dress. I break the kiss to unzip it, eager to show her how sexy she really is. However, she instinctively raises her hands to cover herself, a brief moment of her vulnerability that tugs at my heartstrings.
“Don”t hide from me,” I growl, her feeble attempt to hide herself pisses me off.
In a quick movement, I strip off my tie. Gripping her wrists behind her back, I use my tie as a bind, and secure her hands to the steering wheel.
Now that she won’t be able to hide from me, I unzip her dress, pulling down her bra to expose her perfect tits.”But I”ve gained weight. Do you think I”m ugly now?” Her timid voice betrays her doubts. My lips cover hers, not letting her say any more negative things about herself. With each kiss, I try to erase any insecure thoughts that seem to have crept into her mind.
With her hands behind her and unable to move, she doesn”t notice when I maneuver my hands under the skirt of her dress that flows over my lap, freeing my hard cock in the process. I rest one hand on her side while my other hand slides her panties to the side. She squirms on my lap when my thumb slides between her slit, spreading her open before I rub my cock up and down her wet pussy.
”Does it feel like I”m not attracted to you?” I growl softly. ”It seems like the more you gain, the more I want you, and the harder my cock gets for you.” Mia’s mouth opens to say something, but only a moan escapes her pouty lips. “So sexy and all fucking mine!” I say through gritted teeth before I lift her, positioning my cock at her opening. She sinks down, and we both let out a satisfied moan.
“Ride my cock, Piccolina.” My hands fall on her hips, and our lips collide with electric intensity, setting every nerve ending on fire. Our tongues spar in a heated exchange. I fight for dominance, a battle I”ll always win. But there are times when I allow Mia to take charge, relishing the raw thrill of surrendering to her.
When I break the kiss, peppering kisses down her neck and chest, I feel her shiver beneath my touch. My tongue swirls around her nipples, drawing out soft gasps and moans from her lips as her back arches over the steering wheel.
Elicit moans fill the car. Her hands are still tied behind her, bouncing on my cock, my lips never leaving her creamy skin. I lose myself in the enticing heat of the moment as pleasure flows through me. Her curves fit perfectly against me as she continues riding me. “I’m gonna come,” she whimpers.
I’m close, too, and won”t be able to hold out for much longer.
“Come for me, Piccolina,” I say before she falls over the edge, lost in the throes of ecstasy.
My heart is racing, pounding against my chest. I can feel my balls tighten as shock waves of pleasure and ecstasy course through me.
Mia leans back, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. Suddenly, the blare of the car horn shatters the moment, jolting us both back to reality.
We laugh together when we realize it”s just her back hitting the car horn. The tension from earlier begins to dissipate as I reach over to untie her hands, tossing the wrinkled tie into the back seat. Her sweat-coated body falls forward onto me, still recovering from the intensity of our encounter. My arms snake around her tiny frame, holding her close as I press my lips to her forehead. While we catch our breath, we linger for a moment, lost in each other”s warmth.
But then my hand grazes against her bare ass, and a playful spank follows, charging the air with desire and amusement.
“Ouch,” she gasps. But it comes out as more of a moan than a protest, her pussy tightening around my cock that”s still buried deep inside her. ”What was that for?”
My hand begins to rub her reddened flesh, the touch gentle yet possessive. ”Don”t ever hide this sexy-ass body from me again. Got it, Piccolina?” I assert, locking eyes with her as she remains in a blissful state. ”Hide from me again, and I”ll punish you. I thought the spank would do, but I think you enjoyed that too much, didn”t you?”
A blush spreads across her cheeks, but before she can respond, another thwack cuts through the air as I deliver a firm smack to her other ass cheek.
”Mhmm.” Another moan slips from her lips again, her voice filled with desire as my hand massages the sting from her ass cheek. ”I won”t hide from you,” she promises, her gaze locking mine in a sinful stare. Her pussy tightens around my cock in response to my touch, eliciting another pleasurable sigh from her.
I tap her ass again, this time more lightly than before, and she responds with a shiver of anticipation. ”If your pussy grips my cock like that again,” I murmur huskily, ”I”m gonna come in your tight little pussy, again.”
”The defiant part of me wants to cover my breasts, so you’ll spank me again, but we can try that later,” she says, her eyes shining with mischief as she looks up at me.
Tu sarai la mia morte.
“Not now?” I challenge.
“We’re already running behind. We can”t be late,” she insists.
I meet her persistence with skepticism. “Says who? What are they gonna do if we’re late?” I challenge, with a bit of irritation.
She looks down, her expression betraying her fear of upsetting her father. Little does she know, I would go to any lengths to protect her from harm.
”Who are you?” I ask, seeking to reinforce her sense of identity.
Her response is timid, almost hesitant. ”Mia Russo,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping back down, and I deliver another tap to her ass, giving her a subtle reminder.
With deliberate gentleness, I use my thumb and forefinger to lift her chin until our eyes lock. ”You belong to me, Mia Morelli,” I assert firmly. ”You answer only to me. Don’t make me remind you again, understand?”
I observe her blue eyes as understanding finally seems to seep into them, and any trace of confusion seems to disappear. It falls squarely on my shoulders to make damn sure she understands her position right beside me.
When she insists on being punctual, I realize we can”t afford any more delays, although this was one delay I didn’t mind.
With a sigh, I reluctantly pull out of her, helping her readjust her panties over her perfectly shaved pussy.
”Wait,” she interrupts, sitting up abruptly. ”I need to clean up.”
But my resolve hardens. ”NO, you’re gonna have dinner with my cum leaking out of your pretty pussy, just to remind you who you belong to,” I say firmly and lift her to gently place her back in the passenger seat before securing her seatbelt.
Reaching back, I grab my discarded tie to clean up before tucking my dick back in my pants.