23. SIENNA
23
SIENNA
Gia groans as I knock her down once more, and this time, she just lays there panting and moans, “Uncle. No more. I’m already going to be bruised and hurting for days after this.”
I glance at Sofia who’s grinning. We’ve spent the last half hour working with Gia, who is admittedly good when it comes to stamina and running, but the actual hands on, she definitely needs practice. “It’s only your first day, so I think that’s good,” I agree with a smile, sinking down onto the mats beside her prone body. Sofia takes a seat on the other side. “But we do need to get you working with some weights. Being fast is one thing, but if you don’t have strength behind it, you’re going to struggle.”
“I’m going to struggle anyway,” Gia huffs, pulling herself up slowly into a sitting position, wincing a couple of times. “But I know you’re right. Maybe Nico will work with me.”
Sofia snickers. “Or he’ll find a way to fuck you in the gym and work on your cardio instead.” I snort, even as Gia blushes, but still smiles. “He probably doesn’t want you to learn how to do this shit so you can’t use it against him.” She winks at me. “Like how Sienna got him last night. I’m still pissed I missed it, and that Massimo didn’t fucking record it.”
Now it’s my turn to wince. I glance at Gia. “How pissed at me is he?”
Gia shakes her head. “I don’t think he’s pissed at you. At least, not much. He’s still a man, and he’s got an ego the size of this room. But once we were back in the guest house, he was more concerned about me and making sure I wasn’t hurt. Oh, and he was pissed at Alessio, but he’s always pissed at him for something, so that’s not anything new.”
“So he’s not going to order me to scrub floors or something as pay back?” I joke lightly. Though, honestly, I wouldn’t blame him and would do it anyway if it would ease some of the guilt inside me.
“Of course not. He’s just pissed about it today because the guys won’t stop ribbing him,” Sofia butts in with a roll of her eyes. “The big bad mafia Don taken down by a girl isn’t something they see often. But you can bet your ass if it was one of them, they would be acting the same way. Sienna, don’t worry about Nico, seriously. He’ll get over it, and he has other things to focus on, so he won’t hold it over you.”
I sigh. “I just wish I knew how to act around everyone. I don’t know how to handle all the mafia stuff.I feel like I’m walking on eggshells. And I thought for sure Pietro would be pissed at me, but he wasn’t all that concerned.”
Sofia and Gia share a look, and then Sofia looks at me seriously. “Alessio is an idiot on a good day, and while this time, he’s technically right, you should know he would never allow any of that to happen. Neither would Pietro. It wouldn’t matter who the other Don was. They could demand all they want, but when it comes to the Carusos and Cattaneos, this is a lot more respect for women and their opinions. With the De Lucas, sure, that would probably be the case, but I think for you, the biggest thing to remember is you are not a De Luca, other than by birth. You don’t share a name with them, and you don’t know them. You technically will fall under the Armani protection because of Gia’s marriage to Nico, but you also fall under us and the Carusos because of your connection to Alessio. Like it or not, it holds a lot of weight to be considered the Don’s future daughter-in-law,” Sofia advises. “Even if you don’t plan on that being the case, letting people think it goes a long way.”
“And,” Gia adds, “if you’re ever not sure, ask me. I can tell you. I’ve been through it where I couldn’t say anything. And now, that isn’t the case. Sure, sometimes I’m not certain if I should speak my opinion, but Nico listens, and so does Dante. And the Carusos seem reasonable to me. I mean, Pietro talked to you and didn’t get upset with you, right? Even if he had every right to be, he listened. And if I can be blunt, the only people you ever need to worry about are the ones you’re closest to. Focus only on knowing the ins and outs of dealing with Pietro and Nico, and the underbosses. Everyone else, follow the lead of those you’re with. If I’m ever not sure, I keep my mouth shut and listen and then ask Nico later.”
I sigh. “Yeah, see, that’s the problem. I can’t always keep my mouth shut. My parents taught me to speak my mind or let people know what bothered me. I can be tactful, but keeping thoughts to myself isn’t my default. I think that’s what I’m scared of the most. Saying the wrong thing and embarrassing Alessio, or Pietro, or even Nico. I don’t want to strain relationships because of that.”
“All valid concerns,” Sofia agrees. “There is no handbook on how to be a mafia woman, Sienna. We all wing it and find our way as we go. You’ll be the same. And you’re not doing it alone. You have me and Gia to guide you. But I also think that with everything going on right now, you don’t have to worry about any of that. The only other Don to deal with is Nico, and you’re family, so you automatically will get some leeway. So stop stressing and just be yourself. Eventually you’ll figure everything out.” Gia nods in agreement.
“I’ll try. Now I just need to figure out what to do about Alessio,” I say with a roll of my eyes.
“What’s there to do?” Sofia laughs. “Ride that man with everything you got until you make up your mind. Darling, I saw you in that hallway, and phew.” She fans herself dramatically.
I chuckle. “Oh, yeah, he definitely knows what he’s doing, but I really don’t think that we’re compatible past sex.”
“Why not?” Sofia asks, arching a brow.
“Because he’s…he’s Alessio,” I groan weakly. “He’s bossy, controlling, and drives me insane. Half the time I want to strangle him, and the other half I want to jump his bones. Not to mention, what the hell could we ever have in common? He’s the heir to a huge empire, and I would rather work out or sit in front of a computer all day creating things.”
“Hate to tell you, darling, but the first part of that applies to mafia men in general,” Sofia says drily. “And the other part is bullshit excuses. I think you like him more than you want to admit, and I get it. You can’t let something go just because you’re different. But, I’ll give it to you that you’ve had a lot of different things thrown at you in the past couple weeks, so adding in a man like Alessio is going to feel overwhelming.”
“I felt super confused with Nico,” Gia offers gently. “I mean, you’ve met him, he’s intense. He kept telling me that I was his and belonged to him, and I wanted to scream every time he did. But then I got to see the parts of him that no one else does, and well, it helped me to realize that Nico the Don has many layers, and I’m one of the very few people who get to see them all. Maybe once you get to know Alessio and spend more time around him you’ll realize the same.”
I think back to the conversation that Alessio and I had in the tub last night, and then in the bed, and I see her point. Because with you, I can be myself and I don’t have to play the role I’ve always had to play.
Before I can reply to any of that, the door to the gym bursts open and I turn to see Nico with Lazaro hot on his heels stalking inside. Nico’s face is a hard mask, and I’m instantly on alert. Even Lazaro’s face is hard and grim. “What happened?” Sofia demands as she jumps to her feet. I help Gia up, even as she groans, though I can see the concern on her face.
Nico doesn’t answer, he just grabs Gia and carries her out of the room, bridal style. Gia gives us a worried look over her shoulder, but then they’re gone and Sofia and I look at Lazaro expectantly. Lazaro, thankfully, isn’t as close-mouthed. “Nico’s home was struck by Marco De Luca,” he tells us briskly. “They have to get back and handle it, but you’re both going as well. Seems that at the same time, Rafaele Parisi called in a hit here, and has instructed that Sienna, and Gia are to be captured and brought to him. We can’t risk you being here if shit goes south, so we’re heading to New York where we can protect you at Nico’s fortress.”
My heart pounds as I process the news.
“When do we leave?” Sofia barks, already heading for the door. I rush after her, Lazaro right behind me.
“Couple of hours, so pack your shit fast,” Lazaro answers tightly. “Sienna, I’ll take you back up to Alessio’s room. I have to get things in motion, and pack myself.”
“I’ll be ready,” Sofia replies. “I’ll be flying back with Gia. Sienna, you’ll be fine with Alessio and Lazaro, but I’ll be there to get you settled when we land.”
Now that we’re out of the gym, I realize that the castle is in a frenzy. People are running every direction, and I hear people barking orders in Italian, their tones urgent. Lazaro ushers me down multiple hallways until we reach a set of steps that leads to the second floor. We rush down the hall until we reach Alessio’s room. Lazaro opens the door, barks “Do not leave without Alessio or me,” ushers me inside, and then closes it behind me. I hear him barking more orders as he walks away,.
I turn around and see the room is empty. Probably for the best. Alessio is likely losing his shit trying to get things figured out, and it gives me a few minutes alone. I grab my bag and move over to the bed, dumping out the contents and sorting it, making sure I have everything as I pack it back up. Namely, the knife I snuck from Branson’s yacht. A girl can never be too careful. Though I really should ask Alessio for a gun. Or maybe Lazaro, since I’m sure Alessio will say I don’t need one because he’ll protect me, or whatever other over-protective bullshit he can think up.
I glance around the room. I wonder if Alessio has any in here? He’ll probably be pissed I’m snooping, but desperate times and all that. I start by getting on my belly and looking under the bed, which is the correct decision because I instantly see two guns, one on each side of the bed frame, mounted and easily accessed. I quickly grab one of them, checking to make sure it’s loaded, before I slip it into my backpack.
I look around again, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to be doing now. I hate waiting, but I’m not in the mood to work. I glance at myself and then head for the bathroom after grabbing some fresh clothes. After the workout I did with the girls, I need a quick shower or the flight over to New York is going to feel gross.
I hop in the shower, and let the heat of the water work out some of the kinks and ease some of the tension. I can’t believe after all that running across Europe, trying to stay ahead of Alessio and the De Luca men after me, I’m heading right back to the US, and this time, right into the middle of a fucking mafia war. How the hell is this my life right now?
I mean, shit, this is what movies are made of. I could sell this shit for millions and never have to work another day in my life. “If only,” I mutter to myself as I rinse the shampoo out of my hair. “Hell, maybe Keanu Reeves would give me a shot.”
“What have I told you about you mentioning other men in my presence, coniglietto ?” Alessio’s voice purrs behind me, making me jump. How the fuck did he sneak up on me? I turn and find him standing inside the shower with me, naked, and staring at me so intensely I’m pretty sure the water turns to steam. My body heats instantly.
“If you didn’t want to hear it, then you shouldn’t be interrupting my private shower,” I tell him, arching a brow, and barely managing to keep myself from stepping back when he steps closer, his body brushing mine. His erection pressing against my leg is very distracting, considering I know what it can do.
“Private isn’t the word I would use, cara mia ,” he says as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me flush against him. God, why does he have to feel so good? “You’re in my shower, after all, which means anything done or said in here concerns me.”
I put my hands on his chest, intent on pushing him away, but then he shifts, and his cock presses against my center, the shaft rubbing along my folds and putting pressure on my clit. “It’s not like I was in here getting off to another man. I was just thinking that it would be really great to meet Keanu Reeves. You’re being a jealous asshole for no reason.” And because my brain has melted from the heat in here, I add, “And we’re not a thing, so if I want to fantasize about other men, then you can’t stop me.”
Alessio’s eyes darken, and his grip on me tightens to the point of pain. Every nerve inside me bursts to life, and heat fills my belly. Yeah, Hollywood would kill for the way this man is looking at me right now. Possession, lust, and determination all rolled into one deliciously wet package. “You haven’t learned your lesson, cara mia ,” he says so softly, so easily, that a small frisson of fear skates down my spine. His other hand comes up to grip the back of my neck, holding me in place. His eyes move over my neck, stopping on the bite marks he’s left, already bruising and tender; I see the flash of utter satisfaction that moves through his gaze. He leans his head down, running his tongue firmly over the lower one, making me hiss at the tender pain that spreads through me. “Maybe I should remind you?” he suggests, scraping his teeth over that same mark, and the sensation has my body buzzing and heat between my thighs growing.
“We don’t have time,” I gasp out, my fingers curling into his skin.
“When it comes to you, Sienna, I will always make the time.” He lifts his head to look directly at me. His fingers flex on my neck, and his other hand unwinds enough to slide down the curve of my ass, before moving along the crease where the bottom of my cheek meets my upper thigh. I gasp when he slides inward, his finger circling my entrance, before dipping just the tips of his fingers inside me. I rise up on my tiptoes in reaction, my head falling back as water pours down over my hair. “You know, cara mia , for someone who fights me so hard, you’re awfully wet.” His voice a soft purr as he teases me, keeping me completely still with his grip.
“Happens when you’re in the shower,” I grit out, desperate to keep some illusion of control. The more he continues to work my body, the more I struggle to keep my distance. To keep from letting him worm his way under my skin.
He gives a low chuckle, and then he pulls his fingers away before lifting them up, careful to keep them away from the water, to show me. It’s crude, and I should be horribly embarrassed, but instead, it makes me hotter, and damn it, wetter. “Such a pretty little liar,” he chides, before bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. I barely manage to bite back a moan. “Care to lie to me some more, coniglietto ?”
“Alessio,” I groan. Does he really expect me to form a coherent sentence right now?
“Mmm, yes, that is my name, cara ,” he taunts, giving me a smug smile as he moves his hand back between us and then thrusts his fingers hard inside me, making me cry out at the intrusion. “Now, how about you scream it for me? Maybe then you’ll remember my name should be the only one you ever utter again, hmmm?”
I open my mouth to blast him for even saying such a thing, but all I can do is let out a sharp cry when he hooks his finger inside me, rubbing my G-spot with just the right amount of pressure to have my knees going weak, and my entire body spasming against him. The pleasure overwhelms me, and all I can do is hold on for the ride as he fucks me with his fingers, the hand on my neck sliding down to my back to hold me in place.
Before long, I’m coming so hard I scream Alessio’s name, my body practically convulsing with every wave. “Fuck, yes, just like that, Sienna,” Alessio hisses before he yanks his fingers from me, lifting me up and carrying me over to the stone bench at the entrance of the shower. He sets me on it, pushing my knees up, and widening my legs so that my feet are pressed flat to the top of the bench seat, heels back as far as my body can handle. I’m completely exposed, but I don’t care. Alessio braces one knee on the bench and thrusts his fingers back inside me, demanding, “Give me one more, Sienna.”
My body feels like it’s on fire, and I can’t seem to find anything to cool it down. At the same time, I don’t fucking want to. The force of his fingers inside me is brutal, almost painful, but that only drives the sensations higher. I grip the edge of the bench, trying to hold myself still, as my cries fill the shower. My orgasm rises higher and higher inside me, far stronger than the last. I have no idea how I’m going to survive it.
I arch my back, driving down into his fingers, desperate for more. When he adds a third finger, I’m stretched tightly and feel almost too full. “Oh fuck. Alessio,” I scream, my entire body shuddering with the force of my orgasm, and for the first time in my entire adult life, I squirt all over his hand and arm.
“Fuck,” Alessio hisses, taking in the sight with burning eyes, his jaw clenched.
I fight to stay conscious as my body continues to shudder with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. If Alessio was trying to prove a point, I think he made it. When he finally pulls his hand away, his chest is heaving, and I tilt my head to see his hands clenched into fists against the tiles. The man is hanging by a thin thread. I look back down and see that his cock isn’t far from my face, hard and dripping precum. Seems that someone else is on edge.
I think it’s about time for me to deliver a little payback.
Despite how weak and jelly-like my entire body feels, I inch forward on the bench and suck the head into my mouth, making him snarl out my name. I lift a shaky hand to his shaft, wrapping my fingers around it and then set a torturously slow pace as I suck on him, gently moving my tongue over him, tasting his skin and savoring the sounds he makes as I do. “Sienna,” he grits out, his free hand coming up to grip the back of my head. “Do not tease me, cara , or your ass is going to pay the price,” he warns, even as I increase my suction and he lets out a harsh curse.
I move my hand in time with my mouth, but then I pull completely away, making him narrow his eyes at me. I grin slowly up at him as I adjust myself into a better sitting position and take him back in my hand. “I think you need someone to keep you on your toes, Alessio,” I purr, swiping my tongue out to swirl it around the head before pulling away again. “And I think we both know I never listen to you, so why would you think I’m going to start now? Especially when I have such an important part of you at my mercy?” To punctuate my point, I watch him as I oh-so-gently graze my teeth over the head of his cock.
“Motherfuck,” Alessio curses, his eyes slamming closed, and his hands fisting tightly in my hair. The tug sends tiny streaks of pain down my head and neck, but it only spurs me on to drive him more insane. Let him feel some of the turmoil, some of the wild and crazy emotions swirling inside me, mixing with lust.
“Mmmm,” I moan softly, taking the head back into my mouth and running my tongue along the underside, finding all the spots that have him rocking his hips, his hands clenching, and more curses falling from his lips. But when I suck more of him down, I see the exact moment his control snaps. And fuck if I don’t love it.
“Fuck, your mouth is fucking perfect,” he hisses, barely holding himself still. “And I’m going to fuck it, Sienna, so if you don’t want that, you better fucking stop right now. Because I am not going to be gentle.”
I suck him deeper, harder, hollowing out my cheeks, and that’s all the answer he needs. There is no more holding back, no more letting me play. No, this is the Alessio that found me in Spain and Greece. The one who takes control and takes what he wants. I should be panicking, but all it does is ignite the fire in my belly all over again. His eyes darken, his wet hair and beard giving him a wild look, and his body curls forward as he takes his other hand from the wall, gripping the back of my head as he fucks my mouth.
I pull my hand away, unable to use it as he thrusts into my mouth, showing me no mercy. He hits the back of my throat, making me gag and spit drool from my mouth, but he doesn’t care. No, the only thing he’s focused on is using my mouth, and all I can do is hang on for the ride. I fight down the panic, breathing through my nose and widening my throat as much as I can.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Alessio chants as he suddenly slows, tilting my head back with his grip in my hair, and changing the angle of his thrust. His eyes hold mine as he continues to thrust into my mouth, but slow enough now I can use my tongue over him, making his jaw clench tighter and tighter. “Look at those pretty red lips spread so nice for my cock. My pretty little rabbit loves her man’s cock, doesn’t she? But I think she’ll love it more filling up her pussy, won’t she?”
My core clenches, but I valiantly ignore it and instead, I push my head forward, taking more of him inside my mouth, sucking as hard as I can. Alessio lets out a harsh grunt, and then another curse when I cup his balls in my hand, rolling them with just enough pressure that I can feel him swell larger in my mouth. I’m not giving up until I have him letting go.
Suddenly, he grips my wrist, making me release him, and then he yanks my hair hard as he pulls himself quickly out of my mouth. “Naughty girl,” he rasps as he reaches down and lifts me up so he can sit and then pulls me into his lap. He spreads my legs and lines himself up to my swollen entrance, working himself in with such agonizing slowness that I let out a frustrated sound. “As delicious as your mouth feels, I’m not shooting my cum down your throat, coniglietto. Not this time.” He gives me a smug smile when I try to thrust down to take more of him inside me, but he holds my hips still. “Are you desperate to have me inside you, cara mia ?” he taunts, still holding me.
“I’m going to kill you if you don’t stop teasing me.” The man has worked me up past the point of sanity, and I want him inside me, stretching and filling me until I can’t think anymore.
He gives a low, throaty chuckle, but then it’s followed by a harsh grunt when he thrusts his hips up sharply as I push my hips down. I’m so wet that he settles completely inside me, and I let out a moan of satisfaction. But I’m not wasting time savoring sensations. I brace my hands on his shoulders and set to work on driving us both crazy.
Our bodies move with an urgency that has my orgasm rising sharp and fast, and I move my hands up into Alessio’s hair desperate to find something to anchor myself with. Alessio hisses out a breath, jerking his hips sharply, making me cry out at the new sensation. I do it again, and when he does the same thing, I hiss with pleasure. Alessio groans and grips my head, pulling my mouth to his as he moves his hips up to meet each downward thrust of mine.
My orgasm rises higher and higher, my entire body buzzing, until finally, I yank my mouth from his and scream his name as my orgasm swamps me.
I hear Alessio’s low snarl, and suddenly I feel the cool stone of the bench beneath my back, making me gasp. The change of sensation prolongs my orgasm as Alessio continues to power inside me, bending my leg to give him more room. I reach my arms up to brace on the shower wall, trying to keep my body steady and my head from bouncing off the hard surface as he pounds into me.
Our eyes lock, my vision slightly out of focus as he throws me into another orgasm, unable to do anything but hold on for dear life. I’ve never seen a man look so fucking good, and when he finally lets go, I watch as he lets his head fall back and his body go rigid as he shouts my name. Fuck, I don’t think I will ever see a sight better than that.
And I realize sharply I really want to see it again and again. Fuck, I’m in trouble.