36. Chapter 36
Jasmine
Ilaugh as I pool more of the sudsy bubbles up to my chest. “I’m serious, Pen, I feel like Julia Roberts in that film where she’s hired to not kiss on the mouth.”
“I think you’re missing the premise of that movie, Jaz.” When I laugh again, she sighs dreamily. “You sound happy, you know?”
I consider what she says. I do sound happy. I am happy.
Last night, when Dario brought me to his suite, I was in complete shock.
You would think it had something to do with seeing my former boss in his home, but the reason was because this suite is completely amazing.
It has two bedrooms, and of course, with him being as thoughtful as he is, he offered for me to sleep in the second one.
With everything that went down last night, it probably would have been the right thing to do so I could process, but I needed him beside me.
When Dario wrapped his arms around me and pressed a kiss to the back of my head, my entire body relaxed, and all the doubts and fears of the day washed away.
I think I got the best sleep I’ve had in years.
Then, this morning, I woke up with him between my thighs.
He languidly licked and sucked until I came apart on his tongue.
After that, we showered, where I came on his cock.
And after breakfast, I went to change out of my robe and into fresh clothes for the day, with Dario helping me decide what to wear. After I came on his fingers.
Dario had to meet with his brothers again to figure out who had been following him and see if they could find Todd.
I suppose it should bother me that the man who used to lead the meetings I sat in could suffer the same fate as the man who disrespected me last night.
It should, but it doesn’t. I probably still need to work on sharing those emotions of mine.
Today I lounged around the room and worked on a few things for Dario.
I looked over each of the transactions for the targeted warehouses, attempting to make some connection, but came up short.
Dario had room service deliver my lunch as I was working, and now I’m taking a bath before I get ready to meet him at the restaurant downstairs for dinner.
It’s perhaps been the best day of my life, and I know I have a handsome mafia man to thank for it.
I plan to do that as soon as he gets home.
“I really am, Pen. I think…” I take a deep breath as I try to come to terms with what I’m about to say. “I think I may actually be falling for him.”
“What the fuck?” Penny says, and I cringe when I remember who I’m speaking to and instinctively apologize.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“Umm, because it sounded like you were pissed.”
She laughs. “I’m not pissed, I’m shocked. You were adamant that this man drove you insane and was off-limits. Now you’re telling me you’re falling for him?”
“I know,” I groan. “It’s crazy. He’s crazy. He drives me crazy. But he makes me happy, too. He makes me feel safe. Protected. Cared for. Do you believe in soulmates, Pen? Like one person in this world was created to be your person?”
“Umm,” Penny says, and I curse myself again.
“Shit, sorry. Ignore me. We can talk about something else.”
Penny laughs again. “Stop it. Just because I didn’t get my happily ever after doesn’t mean I don’t want you to have yours.”
“Really?”
Penny laughs. “Oh my gosh, do you really think I’m that against love? I want to hear about how you feel, and I want to know what it was that changed your mind and made you jump his bones.”
A nervous laugh escapes me as I think about how my decision to fuck Dario was because I saw him squeeze the life out of a man who called me a bitch. I don’t think my bestie is quite ready for that story.
“You know,” I tell my best friend, “your happily ever after could still be out there.”
“Yeah.” She sighs. “Maybe, someday.”
I’m about to open my mouth when a door clicks shut, and my body tenses.
“Penny,” I whisper. “I have to go.”
She begins to protest, but I hang up the phone and try to decide whether getting out of the tub or sinking down into it and hiding is the best idea. Before I can fully create the pros and cons list in my head, the bathroom door opens, and I let out a small squeal.
“Merde,” a deep voice I know curses. “Fuck, Jaz. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
My body instantly relaxes at the sound of Dario’s voice, and I smile over at him. It’s weird how a look I used to see as weakness has become a permanent fixture when he’s around. “I was just startled. The last time I found a man in the bathroom with me, it wasn’t the man I wanted.”
As Dario walks over to stand beside me, I blow out a breath, hating the power Todd has over me right now. “Have you found him yet?” I ask, hopeful.
Dario shakes his head, growing serious. “No, but we will. I promise. And when we do, you will never have to worry about Todd Delaney again.”
I nod, knowing he’s telling me the truth. I have a feeling Luca could find anybody. “What will happen when you do find him?”
“I will make him pay for scaring you.”
Dario’s face is scrunched with concern, and I hate that I haven’t seen his bright smile all day. I wish there was something I could do to show him that I’m okay. That I know I’m safe when he’s with me.
An idea crosses my mind. “Speaking of paying,” my voice takes on a sultry tone. “I need to pay you for allowing me to stay here last night.”
Carefully, I twist my body around in the now tepid water, sparse of bubbles, pulling my knees under me so I’m sitting against them. I mentally reward myself for only sloshing the sides of the tub and not spilling any water.
“You don’t have to pay me for any… fuck.” Dario’s voice cuts off with a moan as my hand reaches up and cups his cock through his thin, linen pants.
“You’ve given me so much, Dario. I want to give you something, too.” I lick my lips and watch his pupils blow.
When I run my fingers up toward the button, he grips my wrist. “You don’t have to do this, Jasmine. You don’t owe me anything.”
I stare at him in challenge, letting him know I will not back down from this, and he releases my hand.
When his pants slide down his legs, I push his checkered boxers down to follow, releasing his thick cock, protruding and ready for me.
I stroke my hand up and down his shaft, over the bars that run up it, and love when he shudders under my touch.
“Fuck, Jaz. Your hand feels so good. I can’t wait to feel your mouth around me.”
I dart my tongue out and flick it over his tip, causing him to hiss. “Merde, you’re so goddamn perfect. Every fucking thing about you.”
My head cocks to the side. “Yeah? Be specific.”
Dario runs his fingers over my scalp and grabs the messy bun I threw my hair up in.
“Your spirit. The way you don’t back down from a challenge.
Your confidence. It’s sexy as hell the way you know exactly who you are and what that’s worth.
Your desire to do good in the world. To make those around you better. To make me better.”
He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “This fucking mouth is perfection. Your quick tongue, your sharp comments, and the way you kiss.” He groans as I take the tip of him and wrap my lips around it. “Fuck, yes, the way you do that is so damn perfect.”
I pull away and sit back, loving the way his gaze falls over me. “Anything else?”
His hands reach out and cup my breasts, lifting them and pushing them together as he gently squeezes.
“These tits, fuck,” he draws out. “These tits of yours are what my dreams are made of. They are just the right size to fill my hands and these nipples,” he says, circling them with his thumbs, “they are so pretty and perfect, too. I want to suck them, bite them, fuck them.”
Dario leans over the tub and sucks the nipple of my right breast into his mouth before letting it go with a pop and doing the same to the left. The action has my body tensing in need.
“Then do it,” I say. “Fuck my tits while I suck your cock.”
Dario releases my breasts, grabs the bun at the top of my head to tilt my chin up to him, and descends upon my lips. His kiss is fierce and passionate, and everything I need at this moment. When he pulls away, I whimper, and that devilish smirk of his that I love so much makes an appearance.
“Squeeze your tits together, mio toro, so I can pump myself into you.”
I don’t hesitate, doing exactly what he says and pressing my breasts together to form the perfect channel for him to glide into. Sitting there in the now-cool water, a shiver runs through me as I watch Dario spit into his hand and glide it over his cock before he lines it up.
“Gonna need you to suck it real good and get it nice and wet, so I can move through these perfect tits of yours. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”
I nod, loving the way those words roll off his lip. I have no intentions of allowing this man, or any for that matter, to control me, but I can’t help but love the way Dario commands me during these times.
Dario pushes his cock up through my breasts, and I’m ready and waiting for him.
I moan when the taste of him hits my mouth, sucking harder with every inch he feeds into me—every metal bar passing my lips.
When I can feel him in the back of my throat, he begins to pull away, and it’s a whole new sensation as his pierced cock runs between my breasts.
We repeat the actions over and over, until I’m squirming in need, water splashing against the sides.
“Fuck, that’s cold,” Dario curses, reaching over and draining the water. “Do you need to get out?”
“No,” I pant. “I need you. More of you.” I squeeze my tits again, this time moving my fingers to pinch my nipples, and I cry out. “Fuck, Dario, please. I need your cock again.”
“Let go,” he says quietly, running his fingers over my hands.
I shake my head, and he forces my hands away. “I’ll be the one who plays with these. I want you to reach down and feel how wet you are between your thighs.”
Dario replaces my hands with his, then pumps his cock upward enough that I can lean down and take the tip again. “Hands between your legs,” he demands.
I reach down, doing what he says. My hand dips down under the cold water swirling out of the tub and between my thighs. I dip inside to find myself wet and needy.
“Show me, angioletta. Show me how wet you are from taking my cock like this.”
As the drain of the tub slurps the last of the water, I pull my fingers from my pussy and hold them up to him. Dario reaches over and takes them into his mouth. “You even taste fucking perfect.”
I moan, preening at his words and loving his touch.
I’m ready for him to pull me from the bathroom and toss me on the bed.
I’m ready for him to glide his cock in and out of my pussy instead of between my breasts.
As I’m about to lift myself up so we can make our way to do that, Dario makes another demand.
“Stay where you are. Pump those fingers into that perfect pussy of yours until I come on these tits.”
My hand immediately moves back between my legs, knowing my body won’t go against his command.
Dario squeezes me tighter as he pumps faster, fucking my tits and barely giving me enough of him to taste.
My fingers on my right hand are coated in my arousal while my left grabs Dario’s bare ass and tugs him closer to me.
I pull my fingers from my core and use my arousal to tease his tight hole.
“Fuck, mio toro.” Dario’s legs shake as I gently dip my finger inside. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”