Chapter 7
Luigi was awakened by the golden rays of the morning sun streaming in through his study window. He had spent the entire night digging for the truth and had only given in to his exhaustion at dawn.
The study was empty. His lieutenants had been allowed to spend the night with their wives in the guest rooms. It was doubtful if they had slept a wink.
They had only their wives and their right-hand men here with them.
Against the small army of security guards Luigi had posted around the house prior to the dinner party, they were outnumbered.
Their lives depended on their innocence. And their wives would serve as hostages to ensure that they went down without a fight if Luigi wished for it.
So while he dozed in his study, they waited in dread. Now that he was awake, he went into his bedroom for a quick shower and dressed in a black suit. After he threw on the jacket, a knock on the door intruded on his privacy.
The knocking was hard, loud, and impatient. It was definitely not Lucia or any of his men. They knew better than to rile him up that way.
Camille.
He opened the door to find her standing arms akimbo with a scowl on her pretty face.
“Why are you keeping my family locked up here?”
“Locked up?” Luigi raised an eyebrow. “You’re my guests. I meant to spend a few days together, to get to know you people.”
Camille’s eyes flashed. “That’s why you had your… your thug seize our phones?”
Luigi backed away from the door and went back to the floor-length mirror in his room to be certain his tie was well knotted.
Camille walked in after him.
“Shut the door,” he told her.
She hesitated, unsure whether leaving it open would be a tolerable act of defiance or if it would provoke him beyond a reasonable limit.
Luigi adjusted his tie while he waited.
She turned back to shut the door.
“Somebody betrayed me last night,” Luigi told her. “I mean to find out who that SOB is before I let anybody out of here.”
“And you think the SOB could be my parents, my sister, or myself?” she asked.
“Everybody is a suspect.”
“This is unbelievable!” Camille cried. “We know nothing about your business or what you do. There is no reasonable excuse for why you should hold us here.”
Dissatisfied with the tie, Luigi undid it and laid it on his bed.
Most of the other Dons in the city thought he was vain because of the attention he paid to his appearance.
In the beginning, when he took over from his father, it made them think he was soft.
They called him the model to mock him. However, after he took out two of them in a brutal fashion and made a pact with the two who were left, they renamed him the tiger.
Luigi The Tiger Frazetta.
It was not a nickname Luigi was fond of but one he allowed to stay because of the effect it had on people.
He turned a steely gaze on Camille now, intent on intimidation.
Right before his gaze, her defiance wore away. Her squared shoulders slumped, and the fire in her eyes petered out. “We would never hurt you or do anything that might hurt Paulo indirectly,” she said. Her voice was an octave lower now.
She looked prettier when she was angry, Luigi thought. He loved the fiery part of her. Yet he cared for this vulnerable side. It made him want to wrap her up in his arms and assure her that no harm would ever befall her or her family.
They were only here for the sake of formalities so his men would not think his suspicions lay only with them.
“My parents would never do anything to hurt my sister’s union with Paulo, either,” Camille said, “and more importantly, we don’t even know—”
“What about you?” Luigi cut in. “Would you do anything to hurt me?”
She frowned. “Of course not.”
“You and I parted on bad terms,” he pointed out.
“But we danced last night,” she argued.
“Only because it seemed right.”
An incredulous look spread over her face. “You think I was so mad you didn’t stay in my apartment after we had sex that I went to the police to tattle on you?”
Luigi shrugged. “Who knows?”
“Who do you think you are?” Now she was blazing again.
“The man you begged to take you three nights ago,” he replied.
She shook her head in disbelief. “How dare you use that against me!”
Luigi was surprised she couldn’t see that he was only toying with her. Still, he liked that this version of her was back. “Did you or did you not beg me?”
“It was just sex!” she cried. “It meant nothing!”
“It meant nothing, yet you were so mad I didn’t stay to cuddle you after and tell you how much I enjoyed you?”
“Yes it… that doesn’t mean anything.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Well…” Luigi walked over to where she stood trembling. “I’m going to kiss you now. Stop me if that night meant nothing to you.”
She didn’t stop him when he swooped down to claim her lips. Rather, she sighed and relaxed into his arms, offering herself up as his kisses deepened.
Luigi possessed the skill to render any woman mindless with just his lips. He put it to use now, exploring every inch of her mouth with his tongue and lips. By the time he pulled away, she was breathing hard. Her eyes stayed shut as she reached up, reluctant to let his lips go.
“So, it meant something,” he said.
Her eyes flew open, and she grinned. “You oaf.”
“Yes,” he kissed her forehead.
“You… you… you wildebeest.”
“Yes, yes.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“You…”
He lifted her off her feet like the last time and lowered her onto his bed.
“You want to take me again,” she said.
“Yes, I do.”
Somewhere in his head, the problem of the traitor was filed into a cabinet.
“Well, you’re the one begging this time,” Camille said.
Luigi laughed. “Are you sure about that?”
Camille sat up and hooked a hand around his belt. She pulled him over her so he was kneeling astride her, over her bosom. “I couldn’t be surer of anything.”
Luigi laughed when she unzipped his fly and reached in to pull out his cock. For a moment, she battled with his briefs before freeing his member. Now that it was out in the open, she urged him forward with her hands on his butt so she could take him in her mouth.
Her mouth was so warm and wet that it made Luigi groan.
She licked his glans slowly, teasing him until he became fully engorged. Then she took most of his length deep into her mouth until his tip pressed against the back of her throat.
“This feels so good,” Luigi told her.
She moaned her acknowledgement and continued to deepthroat him, gradually taking him almost all the way in before sliding him back out. Her tongue pressed against him while he went in, giving him something close to the sensation of her pussy clenching around him.
Waves of pleasure rolled over Luigi’s body, building from his core and spreading out. It had been a long time since he was last pleasured this well. He leaned forward and over her to hold the headboard.
After enough slow teasing, Camille started to bob her head up and down his cock, gently massaging his balls with one hand and the base with the other.
The gawk-gawk-gawk of her mouth as she worked his meat aggressively was exciting.
It made Luigi feel like a naughty youth stealing a moment of sex during the family reunion.
The fact that his door wasn’t locked made it even riskier. Although nobody ever walked into his room without his permission, it’d be awkward if Paulo or any of his men knocked now.
He couldn’t send them away if they came with vital information.
The gawk-gawk sounds changed to slurpier ones when Camille moved her efforts mainly to his sensitive glans. Pleasure wracked Luigi, stiffening him up momentarily and jellifying his thighs and knees.
He fought hard to hold back the orgasm building up.
With Camille sucking on his cock and urging forth his seed, it was an impossible endeavor.
Luigi pulled away from her mouth, panting and laughing.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to fuck you.”
“You’ll have to beg,” she replied.
He arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “Uh huh.”
“In your wildest dreams!” Paulo grabbed her gown and ripped it off in one move.
Camille yelped. It was just her body under the gown. There were no panties or bra to cover her alabaster skin. Her treasure was there for the taking.
“I hate you!” Camille cried, laughing.
Luigi put his hand between her legs and met a soaked pussy. “You wanted this,” he told her with a smirk. “You came up here hoping for it.”
She covered her face, embarrassed.
Luigi pried the hands away from her face. “I wanted it, too. I wanted it very much.” As he spoke, he eased his length into her.
Her breath left her mouth in a hiss, and her eyes went wide. “Oh fuck, Luigi,” she moaned. “I want you to be mine.”
Finally buried fully within her, Luigi began to thrust.
She moved her hips against his thrusts, subtly rocking on his dick from where she lies as he fucked her.
Their lovemaking this time was a tad noisy. It was impossible for both to deal quietly with the sensations that came with their exertions. His grunting and her moaning joined together to form a symphony that embodied the perfection of their entanglement.
Camille held Luigi as he plunged into her again and again and again. He kissed her, suckled on her neck, and ran his hand through stray strands of her glossy hair as he fucked her.
“Be mine,” she urged him. “Be mine,” she pleaded.
“I’m yours,” he promised.
They climaxed at the same time, holding on to each other as they shook with the force of the pleasure ripping through them.
Camille cried out twice, her nails digging into Luigi’s arms as she lost her senses and regained them.
There was no pain for Luigi. His senses were lost in a vortex of pleasure where nothing else mattered.
Afterward, they lay on his bed, panting.
Camille laid her head on his chest and entangled her legs with his while they waited to catch their breath.
Sleep descended on both of them soon. Luigi’s exhaustion from staying up late caught up with him, while for Camille, it was purely the after effect of their coupling.
An hour later, a knock on the door woke Luigi up. It was Lucia there to inquire about his plans for breakfast.
“I'll have breakfast up here in my room,” he told her. “And I need you to fetch fresh clothes for Camille from her room.”
A look of disapproval stole across Lucia's features, but she only nodded.
Soon, Luigi's breakfast was brought up alongside Camille's change of clothes. When Luigi woke her up, she was wracked with anxiety.
“Brooke and my parents are probably worried sick,” she said. “They had no idea where I went.”
“All the better. You should join them for breakfast… that is, if they aren't already finished.”
Camille pouted her lips. “Can't I share yours?”
Luigi grinned and carried her from the bed to the table, where he had placed his breakfast.
There were cappuccinos, rolls of croissants, and frutti di bosco next to a tall window that provided a beautiful view of the grounds below.
Camille perched on his legs while they ate, feeding him and herself and talking about Brooke and Paulo.