Chapter 30 #2
That was all the approval I needed. I shoved forward and buried myself deep inside her. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she squeaked. Her face screwed up in a wince, and her whole body stiffened against me. But her pussy, good god. So tight. So fucking amazing. I’d forgotten how good this felt.
I rocked back and forth slowly until her body loosened. Until her grip on my shoulders retracted and her fingers locked around my nape. Until her features relaxed into enjoyment.
“That’s it,” I told her, now pounding a relentless rhythm into her. She tilted her hips to meet my every thrust. So damn good. Exactly what I needed. The desk items jolted and slid, and the champagne bottle thumped onto its side. “Take me, like the naughty little minx you are.”
I needed this like I needed to breathe. It’d been so long.
When the knot of tension built up in my groin, I sped up.
When it crested in my cock, I plunged my way through harder.
It beat out of me, exploding in heavy pulses, swarming me in a rare bliss of calm and peace.
Yet my cock remained hard, practically begging for round two.
One bout of pleasure wasn’t enough, not after everything I’d been through.
I heaved over her body. Sweat gleamed between her breasts, and those dark-pink nipples, set against the slightest flush on her pale skin, peaked in my direction. They were asking to be suckled. I bent over and took one into my mouth, gently rocking back and forth into her.
“Touch me,” she practically mewled.
“Boss?” A knock followed Rico’s voice. The woman in my arms reeled back. “You in there? I’m coming in.”
“Come in here, and I’ll cut your balls off.”
A throat cleared on the other side of the closed door. “Right. Everyone’s waiting. The boss, I mean the underboss, asked me to come get you.”
“Give me five. I’ll be out soon,” I called out as I pulled out of the woman beneath me.
Without fanfare, I tugged off the condom and tied it off.
A thin streak of blood coated it. I must have been a little rougher than I thought.
As I tossed it in the trash, she sat up, arms over her breasts, watching me.
Did I really have to tell her to move on to her next customer?
I tugged a contract from beneath her weight, pages bent and in disarray, and adjusted the pages. She still didn’t move.
“You should clean up and go home.”
“That…that’s it?”
“As it should be. We fucked. You’re a good time. Now I have other shit to do.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Disappointment lined her features, a stark contrast to her seductive face earlier.
“Have some champagne before you go.”
She glanced at the bottle at the edge of my desk dispassionately. “Go downstairs with me.”
“Sorry, civetta,”—minx—“I don’t flaunt my whores.”
She snorted a soft chuckle, her face twisted in disbelief.
“Your whore? That’s what you think I am?
That’s what you think this was?” She shook her head, face in her hands.
“Don’t answer that. Wow, just wow. Way to talk about things going sideways.
I’m an idiot. I really, really am. I thought for a second there that you saw me, but I guess now that you’re out, I’m just another warm hole for you to fuck.
You’re an asshole, Renzo Iannelli. A real fucking asshole. ”
“Tell me something new.”
“I got dressed up. I put myself out there. I thought…I’ve never felt so cheap.” Her eyes glossed. “That wasn’t worth it. You’re not worth it. And just so you know, you’re a lousy fucking lay. Next time you’re with a woman, maybe look up how to find her clit, jackass.”
“Not worth the effort.”
Shock froze her features momentarily before she scrambled to collect her things. Her attempt to pretend she was upset was amusing. She huffed and scoffed and muttered to herself, jostling her dress up her body as I adjusted my suit and smoothed out the creases.
“Where the hell is my underwear?” she groused, stomping and rushing through the space like an angry honey badger.
She bent over, peering under furniture, affording me a great view of her perfectly round and tempting ass, stretching her dress.
A pity there wasn’t time for another round.
My cock eagerly pulsed against my zipper, begging to take her from behind and drive her down hard onto the floor.
Finally, she tossed her arms in the air.
“Fuck it. Take it as a souvenir of what you’ll never get again. ”
“Never say never,” I called after her with a smirk.
With her middle finger proudly on display over her head, she slammed the door on her way out.
“I don’t want to hear it, Ricco,” she said from the other side. “Nope. No. I said shut it. Not the time. You didn’t see me. I was never here. You say anything, hot chili sauce in your coffee will be the least of your worries.”
So, she was a regular in this place, enough for Ricco to recognize her. So much for her virtuous act.
The VIP section was crawling with all sorts of peacocks by the time I arrived. Tore, already a few drinks in, only had to cry out my name for the vultures to descend on me for their share of meat. Every single one of my capos was present, each accompanied by at least one of their own men.
All day, everything had been too quiet. Now, as each man vied for my attention, yelling over the others, as the music pounded in my ears, and as women covered in scraps of clothing teased and fondled every man here, it was almost underwhelming.
After my encounter with the minx upstairs and her genuine enjoyment and delight, these women’s attempts at seduction felt half-assed and forced.
“So what do you think?” Tore asked me, handing me my fourth beer of the night.
“Overloud music. Drunk men and overeager women. Not much to think about.”
“Peh. You’re a buzzkill, cugi. No other word for it, and without a buzz to show for it. I at least hoped you’d be firmly on your way to drunk by now. Seven years without alcohol should’ve turned you into a monk.”
“It’s not hard to have a higher tolerance than you,” Vinny interjected, still nursing his first drink of the night despite his temper after the board meeting.
I chugged my beer and shoved the glass against Tore’s chest. “I’ve been drinking prison hooch for years. A few beers aren’t going to slow me down.”
Tore slapped my back and wrapped his arms around Vinny and my necks. “We’re finally back together, guys. I tre moschettieri.” The three musketeers. “The trio of mayhem against the world.”
“You haven’t changed a bit.” I jabbed my elbow into the side of his gut.
“Not true. I’m just glad to finally get to revert back to the real me after years of imitating your cold aloofness.”
“We’ve been chasing our tails for years with the Greeks,” Vinny scorned. “Maybe with the boss back, this damn unproductive game of hide-and-seek will finally end.”
“Hey”—Tore swayed in place, finger firmly pointed at Vinny’s nose—“I did what I fucking could with what I fucking had. Not my fault I had the Greeks, the Costellos, and the Giambrones up my ass ’cause this guy got himself pinched. I’ll kill you if you say otherwise.”
I scoffed with a chuckle. “No one’s killing anyone tonight.”
It was good to see they hadn’t changed too much over the years. Vinny now had a wife and daughter, linking us to the Costellos, but remained as faithful to the Iannelli famiglia and its businesses as ever. Tore remained single, too busy with Lou and Boyan to worry about more than work.
“See.” Tore nudged Vinny. “I knew my little gift was exactly what he needed to lighten up.”
“Speaking of which,” I added, “I’d like the woman’s name and number.”
“What woman?”
“The one you sent over.”
“I didn’t send a woman. Man, if you’re seeing imaginary women, I need some of whatever you’re having. That champagne must have been pretty good.”
I frowned. He’d sent the champagne, not the woman? Who was she then? A spy? Ricco knew her, and she mentioned Tore too casually for that detail to be faked. She also hadn’t pried for information.
“Boss, a toast.” Massimo, the famiglia capo in charge of long-term collections, jolted my shoulder to clank his full glass against my empty one.
Beer sloshed over his glass and down my hand.
One of his calloused hands gripped me to keep his balance, fumbling to stay upright.
“I did good as underboss. Tell him, Salvatore. Tell him how good I was,” he slurred.
The man was up in his years, closer to his sixties than fifties, with droopy eyes to match his flaccid eyelids and loose jowls.
His eyes were red from drink. His legs were as floppy as the extra weight he seemed to have put on over the last seven years.
Regardless, he was diligent in his work, effective, and never skimmed funds, which was why I’d kept him on as a capo from my father’s time.
“You did,” I said, shrugging off a random woman’s touch. “Tore mentioned it earlier. It was good that you stepped up. Now the weight’s going to be lifted off your shoulders. How are your retirement plans coming along?”
“Retirement?” He bellied a laugh. “I’m not there yet.”
“Good man.” I slapped him on the shoulder, then walked away, absolutely fed up with socializing. If only that woman upstairs hadn’t left, I would have gladly taken her for another round before sleeping off this otherwise shitty day.