21
LEVI
I want to be pissed at Alfredo Bianchi. To some degree, I am. The fact he accused me of not taking care of his daughter has me festering in a bad mood. If only he knew how much I care about his daughter, how much I’m prepared to take a bullet for her, and more. He doesn’t know the first thing about what we went through last night. All he saw was his daughter injured. And I get it. I understand why he would be scared of losing her, but she’s in this position because of him. I’m not saying the Verdi’s attack was his fault, but of all people, he should have known she would be a target to someone.
“It’s done,” Sera sighs exasperatedly, slumping onto the couch beside me. We’ve been waiting all day for Greco’s son, Tomas, to get in touch with us. For a moment, I didn’t think he would, but he surprised us all at the last second.
Since Greco finally agreed to help Sera, we’re relying heavily on the fact he has the biggest security crew behind him—he can definitely spare us some men. This isn’t about manpower, though. Having Greco’s men with us means everyone will see it as an alliance, and Sera needs all the allies she can get.
Luciano is a loose cannon. He might have had this planned from the day Sera’s position was announced, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stick to his plans. It’s both a good and bad thing, and I’ll be keeping my ear close to the ground in case he tries to get one over us again.
“So he’s sending men over?” I ask, turning to take in her profile.
She looks tired, like the day has gradually worn her down. She got rid of the suit as soon as we returned, and she’s now back in her oversized tee and shorts. I won’t lie, she looks hot as fuck, and the fact she is sitting merely inches away from me does embarrassing things to my dick.
Keep it in your pants, Marchese.
“Tomorrow,” Sera confirms.
“Good, the twins can brief them up and get them running patrols.”
Sera nods. Though it’s subtle, I notice her brows furrowing. She’s pensive; a look I’m more than familiar with.
“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, Bianchi.”
She sighs, leaning her head back against the couch as she stares up at the ceiling with resignation. “It’s Mancini.”
“What about him?” I understand why she’s so reluctant to trust the guy. The situation they both fell into wasn’t exactly conducive to a healthy friendship. The guy pretty much ignored her cries for help. It wasn’t until my cousin got involved that things finally started to take a turn, but by then, the damage was already done to Sera.
“Do you think it’s suspicious that he’s helping us?” She turns to look at me, her beautiful brown eyes widening with uncertainty.
“You don’t trust him?” It’s a redundant question. I already know the answer, but I need Sera to be open with me. It’s my job to advise, after all. I can’t advise if I don’t know what I’m dealing with.
“I have no reason to.”
“True,” I say, leaning my own head back to mirror hers. “I guess if he still had ties to Luciano, I would definitely be questioning his motives. But they haven’t been friends for a long time.”
“I just don’t know what to do,” she murmurs. “Between the Verdis, the Vultures and Mancini, I feel like I’m out of my depth.”
I hate the sound of doubt lacing her words. This is the vulnerability that she tries so hard to hide from me. I reach for her hand, tangling my fingers between hers. “One step at a time, Bianchi.”
She smiles weakly.
“You can’t control everything,” I remind her. “And you don’t have to do this alone. You’re not alone. You have me, Fontana, the twins, even?—”
“Do you trust him?” she quizzes, brows furrowing sharply.
“I don’t know,” I shrug. It’s the honest truth, something she deserves to hear. As much as I want to hate Mancini, his words earlier today were sincere. We have all seen how manipulative Luciano and his family can be. Sera was a victim of it herself.
Raf deserves forgiveness. He was never the one who hurt Sera, he was just too young to know better.
“Luca trusts him.”
“That’s not what I asked.” She snatches her hand away from me, pushing off the couch to glare down at me.
“I know he fucked up, Sera. I get why you don’t want him around but he wants to help. Luca wouldn’t have brought him into this if he didn’t think he could be useful.” I grab her hand and tug her down onto my lap.
She doesn’t fight me, something that surprises me. “Trust me, Sera. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“You can’t control everything,” she snarks.
And don’t I know it.
I tilt my head, smirking at the way she molds against my body. She can be as stubborn as she wants, but there’s no way she can ignore the attraction between us. I cup her cheek, threading my fingers through her hair. “There are some things I can control,” I whisper, nipping her bottom lip.
She lets out a yelp stifled with a moan, her eyes closing as I grind my hardness up into her.
“Levi,” she gasps when my lips descend along her neck. She’s trying to protest, but with the way she moves her head sideways to give me more room, I know she doesn’t mean it .
I lick a line along the column of her neck, her body shivering in my arms.
“Stop distracting me,” she pants.
“Somewhere you gotta be, Bianchi?” I dot kisses along her jawline, noticing the way her eyelashes flutter. Every time we’re this close, I notice something new, something more intimate about her that I’ve never seen before.
There’s reluctance in the way she relishes pleasure. It’s a battle she’ll constantly lose around me because she deserves to feel good. She deserves to be worshiped and revered. She’s a fucking queen, and deserves to be treated as one.
I run my hand up her bare thigh, savoring the softness of her skin. She doesn’t stop me. If anything, she spurs me on with her blissful moans while I devour her with delicate kisses.
I’m so hard beneath her, though. The strain of my dick against my slacks makes this position awkwardly unbearable. If it were any other woman, I’d already be out the door. Not Bianchi, though. I could spend hours with her and not get bored. I could spend days in her presence, drowning in it. Call me obsessed—because I think I am—but I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this about anyone before.
“Levi,” she murmurs, digging her nails into my scalp.
“Yes, beautiful?”
“I—”
In one quick move, I have her underneath me, pinned against the couch cushions. Her chest heaves against mine, breathless and wanting. She tips her head up, brushing her nose against my own like a silent admission of what she truly wants.
But it’s not enough. I want her words. I want her reactions. I want her begging me to touch, begging so hard that she could fall apart at just my words.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper. “Because if there’s a part of you that wants me to stop, say it now.”
Her lips are so close to mine. One gentle breath away from stealing a kiss, and I know she would let me. With the way her legs wrap around my waist, I know . But this right here, I need to hear .
“You know what I want,” she replies breathlessly.
Of course I know what she wants. “Tell me. I’m all yours.”
She grinds her hips upwards, my thickening cock pressing desperately against her.
“ Cazzo ,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers.
“If it’s permission you’re seeking, that was it.”
My patience snaps. I slam my lips to hers without a second thought, our surroundings melting away from me as I lose myself with her. Finally getting a taste of Sera has been everything and more. I can’t get enough of her and being here, like this, makes it even more difficult to restrain myself. I don’t want to be that guy who seems to be after one thing; Sera means more to me than that, I just can’t seem to put what it is into words.
As if she can read my mind, her hands slide between us, reaching for my belt. “Ever since that moment in the dressing room, I’ve thought about this,” she admits.
I raise a brow, partly surprised, partly in awe. “Yeah?”
She nods, biting down on her lip, and damn if that isn’t sexy as hell. I lift up my hips, giving her more access until she’s stroking my cock inside my boxers.
I run my tongue along her bottom lip as she palms the length of my swollen cock. “Shit, Bianchi. If you keep doing that, we’re going to have a problem.”
“It’s about time I dealt with a problem I can handle.”
“Are you sure?” Because I won’t deny that as much as I want this, if she said no now, I’d stop.
“Are you questioning my authority?” she asks, quirking a brow while pumping my length.
“Maybe,” I chuckle under my breath before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips and pulling her arm away. With both hands gripping her thighs, I pull her up onto my lap.
She yelps in surprise, her arms wrapping around my neck as I move to stand up. “Where are we going?”
I move us out of the room. “We’re not doing this here. Donna Bianchi deserves to be fucked in private. ”
She laughs at my words, throwing her head back. In this moment, she looks so carefree, so liberated from the decisions and drama that have been weighing her down. For once, it’s just us, two people about to enjoy one another.
I take the stairs as quickly and steadily as I can. I’m not about to fuck this up and I certainly don’t want someone to walk in on us. I’ve waited for what feels like forever to have Sera, and now’s my chance.
Kicking her door closed, I drop her onto the bed. Her hair splays out around her head like a chocolate halo. Her top has risen from the impact and my eyes are instantly drawn to her lithe body, where her shorts dip over her toned stomach, clinging to her hips and begging for my tongue.
I get on my knees before her. Like the queen she is, I’m about to do as I said and worship her. I lift one of her legs, running my tongue down her calf and toward her thigh. She writhes under the assault, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her body.
As I make my way to her center with gentle kisses, I can practically taste her need, her desperation hanging thick in the air around us. I remember all too well how she fell apart in the dressing room; it’s an image I go to bed with while I stroke my cock. Finally, I’m getting another taste, and I don’t think the mere memory is going to be enough to sustain me after this. I fear once I sink myself into her, I’m not going to want anything or anyone else ever again.
Sera shivers as I slide down her shorts and panties, anticipation making me salivate. She’s already wet for me, her center glistening with need.
I lean forward and run my tongue along her slit, tasting and devouring her like a man starved. She gasps at the contact, a mewl leaving her lips that spurs me into action. I hook her legs over my shoulders, and with one languid stroke, I taste her again.
I’m teasing, I know. With the way she bucks her hips trying to get more than a couple seconds of contact, I’d say it’s working. Kissing my way around her pussy, I feel her heels dig into my back. I chuckle against her, sending the vibration straight to where I want it.
“Levi,” she moans impatiently .
“What’s the matter, beautiful?”
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, drawing out a gasp from Sera.
She lifts her head to stare down at me between her legs. “Please fuck me.”
I chuckle again. “Patience, beautiful.”
“I… don’t… have,” she moans again when I suction my mouth to her clit, sliding my tongue between her folds.
“Please!”
I shake my head, working her up to the point where she’s shuddering with anticipation. I slide a finger into her, hitting her sweet spot.
“That feels so good,” she rasps.
Before she can revel in the sensations, I withdraw my hand.
“Levi,” she whimpers. “Please.”
I crawl over her body, tugging her shirt up to expose her delicious tits. I lap my tongue over her skin, her flushed chest heaving.
She lets out another gorgeous gasp when I free her tits from her bra, her nipples sharpening into peaks as I flick them with my tongue.
“This needs to go,” I say, pushing her shirt up.
She complies with a smile, allowing me to help her shimmy out of it before I go back to devouring her tits. Getting Serafina naked beneath me is suddenly overwhelming. Her toned stomach, the curve of her hips; she’s fucking perfection and I’m beginning to feel inadequate next to her. I know I shouldn’t, but when you’ve been wanting something for so long, it’s only natural, right?
“Levi,” she whispers, running her hands through my hair.
I lock eyes with her. For just a second, I see the same vulnerability reflecting in her eyes. I know what she went through years ago. I know she hasn’t shared herself with anyone else since Luciano due to the fear of history repeating itself. She doesn’t need to say anything because I can see it in front of me.
She worries her lip, and I realize I’ve been staring at her for way too long. So I kiss her long and hard, slowly grinding my bare cock against her soaked pussy.
Sera moans into my mouth, her hips meeting mine as she seeks more friction. She pushes my shirt off my shoulders, heels tucking into my slacks to help pull them down.
“Please,” she murmurs against my lips.
Without another word, I shuck off my clothes until I’m laying on top of her, completely naked.
She looks even more beautiful with her brown eyes glistening with desire, her lips swollen from our kisses. She nods, giving me all the confirmation I need to slide into her.
“Fuck,” I shudder. She’s so tight that it’s overwhelming, her walls are like a vice around me. I have to pause to gather my thoughts because I’m so fucking dizzy with desire that I might fucking blow my load if I’m not careful. The realization of all the years of built up yearning, wanting someone I could never have come crashing down around me.
A hand reaches for my face, her timid voice breaking through my thoughts. “Where did you go?” she asks.
“Nowhere,” I smile, resting my head against hers.
“Then fuck me, Marchese.”
I slide out, then back in, snapping my hips and grinding into her sweet spot. She’s so fucking wet that just makes me harder and more determined.
She moans out, loud and clear, her eyes squeezing shut as I move at a steady rhythm. Her body moves with mine. We’re in perfect time, responding to one another as I plunge in and out of her. Every draw of my hips sends waves of pleasure up my spine, and every time I glide back into her, I’m wishing it would never end.
I pull Sera’s legs around my waist, her back arching as I pick up speed. She’s so fucking reactive, so present as I start to drill into her, harder and deeper. Every thrust drives me further off the edge and I know I’m not going to last. I slide a hand between us, thumbing her clit with precision .
She bucks against me. “Levi!” she cries out, her body suddenly shuddering. “I’m… I’m…”
And then she comes apart, her body shuddering and rocking against mine as a smile plays across her lips. She’s ethereal, beautiful in a way no one on earth can really understand. She’s like a gray sky parting the clouds to expose sunlight; Bianchi is the sunlight.
A few more rocks of my hips and I draw myself out of her, painting her stomach with ribbons of cum. She pants beneath me, running her fingers through the cum like she’s creating a masterpiece, while I’m arched over her trying to regulate my breathing.
“Fuck me ,” I rasp. She’s fucking stunning, and damnit if the sight of her wearing my cum doesn’t turn me into a horny teenager all over again.
Sera giggles beneath me, running her other hand through my hair. “I think I just did.”
I drop onto the mattress beside her, tucking her into my arm. I’ll worry about the mess I made all over her belly later. For now, I need to hold the woman who put enough trust in me to let me close.
I drop a kiss to her forehead and hold her. We seem to stay that way for a while; until the sky outside darkens and the room shifts with the moonlight. Sera’s breathing evens out. She’s no longer stroking my chest like before, but her warm palm presses against me, feeling my heart beat.
This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I’ve wanted for so long, and I finally have it.
Something tells me things between us won’t be so black and white now, at least not for me.