Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
STAN
“So, you’re moving in here?” Kitty ruminated, her gaze dancing over me as I prepared us both a sandwich.
When she snagged the towel on my shoulder and snapped it against my ass, I smirked. “You’re asking for trouble today.”
“Begging for it, actually,” she quickly corrected.
I cut her a look, scanned the skin that was no longer loaded down with bruises, and inside, I sighed with relief. God, I’d known her longer bruised than I had unbruised—talk about fucked up—and it was so good to see her drifting back to normal.
Returning to work with Currau, establishing him in a routine at Matri’s house, and getting out and about in the city had done her a world of good.
“You should beg for this sandwich. I know the pigs that go into this mortadella.”
She pulled a face. “Ew.”
“Not ew. Responsible breeding.”
“They’re not the pigs who eat the—”
“Corpses?” I gave her an innocent look. “Of course not.”
With her distracted, I snagged the towel then looped it around her waist and hauled her into me. Before she could so much as blink, she found herself perched on the edge of the kitchen counter, legs wide, with me wedged between them.
The perks of dating a woman in love with Pilates? She was pliable.
I grabbed the package of mortadella, twisted off a piece, and raised it to her lips.
With her nose wrinkling at the bridge, I hmphed. “These pigs don’t eat humans.”
“How do you know? They come from your farm, don’t they?”
“That farm doesn’t produce hundred-dollars a kilo mortadella, Kitty.”
“A hundred what now?!”
“Only the best for my liunissa.” Satisfied with her stupefaction, I motioned with my hand to encourage her questions.
“What happens to the pigs you feed corpses to?”
“They die of old age after having a busy and fulfilling life full of tasty food.”
“Is this like my rabbit, Speck, who’s living on a farm somewhere?” Kitty quipped, more dubious than ever.
“No, duci. Why would we kill a pig that gets rid of bodies for us, hmm?”
“If I find out this pig ate humans,” she admonished. “I’ll… Well, I don’t know what I’ll do, but I’ll do something!”
I shoved the small slice into her mouth. “Duly noted.”
When she chewed, she wiggled her head to the side. “It tastes good.”
“Organic. Carefully reared in white and red clover pastures—”
“How do you know that?”
“We own the farm.”
“Your family, the mobsters, own an actual, real-life, old MacDonald had a farm-farm?”
“Yup. We diversify, and have you seen the shit they put on the shelves in grocery stores?” I clucked my tongue.
“God help us—mobsters with an eco-conscious streak,” she said faintly, her eyes growing dazed when I cut off a small bite of the sandwiches I’d prepared and tucked it between her lips, slipping a cube of fior di latte in quickly after.
When those dazed eyes widened and she hummed in delight, it would have been a crime against nature not to get a chubby.
Still, I refrained from rocking it against her thigh, just continued to feed us both, without her complaining. If anything, she pressed her hands to the counter and leaned back to let me continue.
“And to answer your question, no, I’m not moving in.”
“You’re here all the time.”
“Yes.”
“Did you know you’re irritating as hell when you want to be?”
I smiled. “You don’t say.”
“So?”
“So… I’m waiting for you to come house hunting with me.”
“House hunting?”
“A wise man takes his woman with him to buy their potential future home.”
Her mouth gaped. “You’re being serious. Why are you buying someplace new?”
“Because you were kidnapped from the last one, liunissa,” I chided, pressing my thumb against that parted bottom lip. “You’ll never step foot there again. I’m going to turn it over to my laboratory. Get rid of the residential aspects and use it solely for my work.”
“That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
“I’d burn it to the ground,” I intoned darkly, “but its existence is a sign of dominance over the Italians, and in the current climate, that remains a vital display of power.”
She licked her lips, and the little tease made sure her tongue connected with my thumb. When I retracted, she commented, “Makes sense. You haven’t mentioned the Favaros…”
“No, I haven’t, have I?” My pensiveness was audible. “Nor will I aside from to say that you’ll never share the same planet as them.”
Because all of them, to a one, were sleeping with the fishes now.
Luc and I had been very, very, very busy.
“Do I want to know?” She sounded amused, which told me she knew exactly what had happened and wasn’t about to yell at me for it.
Her arms slipped over my shoulders and she leaned into me so she could press a kiss to my lips. It was salty and creamy and, honestly, if I’d known how my favorite foods would taste when she ate them, I’d have fed them to her sooner.
With a soft peck to her mouth, I rumbled, “Will you come with me, then?”
“To where?”
“To pick our house.”
She squirmed. “You can stay here for as long as you want.”
“Will you give me a drawer in your nightstand, hmm?”
“I’ll give you your own nightstand and half my closet.”
“Sacrifice, indeed. You don’t have to, duci.”
“We both know you’ll end up spending most of your time here,” she muttered.
“We do, do we?”
“We do. In fact, you’d better—”
“Ah-ha! You want me where you can see me?”
“You’ll get into less trouble that way,” she declared.
“Trouble, me? I’m as pure as undriven snow.”
“The only snow you’re as pure as is yellow snow.”
“Consider me offended.”
“Doubtful. Takes more than that to offend you.” But she smiled as she shifted to the side and pressed her lips to my cheek. Dotting kisses in a small path to my ear, she whispered, “I’d like you to live with me, Stan.”
“Sounds good to me.”
My immediate compliance had her jolting backward. “Oh, my god, this whole conversation was about me asking you to move in, wasn’t it?”
I beamed at her. “Nope.”
“Liar!”
“I’m wounded.”
She scoffed but her fingers continued toying with the small whorl of hair at my nape and a glimmer of satisfaction had leached into her expression, which told me that the route might have been unorthodox, but she wasn’t unhappy about the destination.
I nuzzled my nose against hers. “Which nightstand do I get?”
“The side you sleep on, duh.”
“And the closet?”
“You can have the one in the guest bed because I think your wardrobe will be bigger than mine.”
“Yours is growing too.”
“Oh, how will I cope?”
“I think you’ll manage.”
“For sure.”
“Do you want something bigger? My apartment fits into your hall—”
“I want what makes you happy and it makes you happy to be with family.”
“You’re an asshole, but you’re my asshole.”
I snorted. “Grazii, dream girl.”
She dipped in to snag my bottom lip between her teeth. With a quick nip, she pulled back but slotted her thighs around my hips. “I feel like we should celebrate us making it official.”
“I agree.” My fingers came to rest on her upper thighs, where skin met skin because of the casual short-shorts she wore. “I’m hungry.”
She pretended to think about it. “I have something you can eat.”
“Oh, you do?”
Her gaze was innocent as she shoved her hips forward and angled back. “I do. You can feast and I won’t say a word.”
“If you say a word… I’ll stop.”
She gasped. “That’s wicked!”
“I’m an evil man, duci.”
When her legs loosened, I almost complained, then I saw she hooked her heels on the edge of the counter, toes curling around it, and widened her thighs.
“How attached are you to these shorts?”
Realization had her eyes flaring. “You can buy me more.”
“Damn straight,” I grated out, loving that answer because naturalmenti she could afford her own now, but what was the point of having me if I didn’t buy her everything she wanted?
And destroyed…
I reached into the holster I wore and pulled out a dagger. Taking note of the way her chest heaved, I slid the blade along the taut fabric, making sure that I didn’t catch her.
When the fabric loosened, she sagged bonelessly into the cabinet behind her, and I knew my duci had unearthed a new kink.
That, however, was for another day.
I laid the dagger to the side, taking note of how she whimpered when I ran the butt through her folds first, then stroked my thumbs along her now-bared inner thighs.
“How wet are you for me, liunissa?”
Her throat bobbed. “V-Very.”
I hummed in delight before dropping to my knees. Her wide eyes followed my trajectory and I heard her breath skip as I rubbed my nose over the crease where thigh met groin.
A yelp transformed into a moan as the fabric creaked when I dragged open the hole I’d made.
“You smell so good,” I growled, ruined by how wet she was.
For me.
How many goddamn juices poured from her cunt.
For me.
“Please, Stan.” She whimpered when I darted my tongue here and there, not tasting, merely taunting.
“What do you want, duci?”
“You!”
I tutted. “Use your words.”
“‘You’ is a word!” Before I could chide her for sassing back, she screamed, “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!”
“They’re words but not the ones I want to hear.” I let the tip of my tongue circle her clit.
Her cry morphed into another gasp when I gently stroked it then lashed the small button forward and back.
Her hands grabbed my head and she tried to drag me into her, but I resisted. “Tell me what my liunissa wants.”
“I want you to moan louder than when you eat a cupcake as you eat me out.”
My eyes caught hers. “Gladly. What else?”
“I want you to make me scream.”
Now that I had my orders, I licked and sucked and fucked. I didn’t eat. I devoured. I treated her like my favorite snack, because she’d become that—who needed Little Debbie when I had my Kitty’s pussy?
Pumping my tongue into her, I rubbed her clit with my nose, enjoying the way her walls tried to clutch at me.
All throughout, she whined and keened.
Music to my ears.
I didn’t let her come. I edged her. I wanted her to explode against me. I wanted her to know what it meant to be my woman. I wanted her to know that it meant taking what she wanted.
When she began pumping her hips into my face and her mewls had turned into cries, I suckled her clit. Wet, open-mouthed kisses as I slurped on her juices.
Sliding two fingers into her, I primed her G-spot, prepping her for the main event.
When her abdomen juddered and she slumped into the cabinet, I felt the soft trickle as her body conceded defeat to mine. The taste of her—I gave her that moan.
Loud and long as I savored her.
She tasted like sin. Like mine. Like every best decision I’d ever made and every worse one combined.
Her hoarse sob butchered my name but I took it, especially when her legs clamped around my head and she nearly fell off the counter as she rode the wave.
Only when tears fell from her eyes did I stand.
I pulled my dick free from the confines of my pants and I slotted it into her.
She was tight as fuck thanks to her orgasm, and the pressure of my dick inside her had her jerking upright, hands clutching at my arms as she gasped for air while I filled her.
Rough exhalations permeated the air between us as she slowly took me. Her swollen walls had me moaning. “Fuck, duci, you make me forget English.”
Her hazy eyes sharpened. “Speak to me in Sicilian then.”
So I did.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered in my native language as I caught her mouth with mine.
“Your pussy is my home.” I trailed kisses along her jaw.
“I’m going to fill you so full of my cum that you’re going to feel me for days.
I want your children to be mine, lioness.
I want you to be my tomorrow. You are my future. ”
As I anointed her with words, she squirmed against me until I finally thrust into her. She was tighter than a vise but only clamped down on me once I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Thuddy—just the way she liked.
She jolted, tension invading her limbs as her nails dug into my shirt-covered spine. She scraped those claws over my shoulders, scratching where she could until, at last, she began to fight me.
Her hips rocked into me, fucking me in turn, as her heels bit into my ass.
“I want you so bad, Stan. I always want you. I can’t stop wanting you. It’s this fire inside me. It only comes to life when we’re together. I love the me I am around you.”
“Don’t take any shit, principessa mia.” I uttered the words against her lips, our foreheads brushing. “That’s how I want you. Know your worth, Kitty, because I do.”
She shouted my name as she came, and I swallowed it down as I kissed her, uncaring that my mouth was drenched in her and she might not like it.
I fucked my tongue into her to quell the noise, and I gloried in her release as I pumped my cock into the only pussy I ever wanted to feel wrapped around me.
I didn’t see stars.
I saw the Milky Way.
I’d screw up. It was in my nature. And this woman, my lioness, would never let me get away with anything. She’d bust my balls and I’d take it, every step of the way, just for the privilege of being hers.