CHAPTER SIXTEEN #2

I close my mouth over the erect bud of her tit, sucking and leaving bite marks that she’s sure to be annoyed about later. That coupled with my fingers inside of her has Liliana’s thighs trembling and eventually she shatters beneath me, a raspy moan escaping her lips.

She pants as she comes down from the high, while I enjoy the sight of her face twisted with pleasure and satisfaction. I sit back on the bed, allowing her to catch her breath. When she eventually does, she looks at me with a frown.

I watch as she pushes off the bed and wraps her hand around my neck.

“You’re not done yet, Rafaelle,” she says to me.

I chuckle darkly, “Not even a little bit.”

She reaches for the hem of my shirt and I allow her to pull it off me and for the first time, I remember where we are. I’ve never brought a woman in here before for sex but Liliana looks good against the dark sheets. She looks like she belongs.

All my thoughts stall when she runs a hand down my bare chest. It burns like a line of fire and we both watch as she trails down my abs before she stops against the top of my pants.

“You want me to take that off too?” she asks, arching her brows.

A ripple of darkness slithers through me. Followed by disbelief that I really have her here in my bed.

“I want you to lie down and take it,” I say coarsely.

She nods, leaning back against the pillows while I get to my feet. Stripping out of my pants and boxer briefs happen in record time. I can feel her appreciate gaze on my hard erect cock. I reach for a condom in the drawer beside the bed, tearing off the wrapper and sliding it on.

A part of me wants to fuck her raw and feel her clenching around my cock without any inhibitions. But there’s time enough for that.

“Are you ready for this, Liliana?” I ask, needing verbal confirmation that she wants this.

This isn’t like that first night when we had a one night stand to get things out of systems. This is something more. And I’ve learnt my lesson.

There’s no getting Liliana Zaccari out of my system.

“Yes, please,” she pants.

I climb over her with a small smile, capturing her lips in mine. When I rub the head of my cock against her pussy, a tremble coasts through me. I ease inside her slowly, mumbling unintelligible words in English and Italian.

“That’s right, beautiful. Fuck. You feel so good.”

I watch her face as I slide in further, going as deep as I can until I’m buried to the hilt. My vision blurs and my eyes fall closed. She’s gripping me so fucking tight right now. And I fit so well inside of her. Like she was made especially for me.

Liliana rocks against me and I give her more, pulling out before slowly pushing back in. She groans, the sound raw and guttural. She’s not looking at me though, her eyes are downward, watching where I enter her with each lazy thrust.

“You can see how well you’re taking me, little siren,” I rasp.

She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes shifting to meet mine, “Fuck me, Rafaelle.”

The words light a violent fire inside of me. I hiss at the tight pull of her cunt, pressure tightening at the base of my spine. I’m so fucking close and I haven’t been in her for more than a couple of minutes. Her nails think into my shoulders.

I wrap an arm around her hips, lifting her slightly to change the angle of my thrusts.

“Fuck,” we groan simultaneously.

She’s panting hard and I can barely hear over the sound of my pounding heart. I slam into her, going as deep as possible and her head lolls backward. I play with her tits with my other hand, kneading and twisting her erect nipples.

She meets me thrust after thrust until she’s whimpering and begging for release. I’m close to bursting, so I reach for her clit, playing with the bundle of nerves that’s sure to trigger her orgasm.

“Go on, Lil,” I say softly. “Scream my name.”

“Rafaelle,” is wrenched from her lips as she shatters for the third time beneath me.

Then I’m pressing my face into her neck and coming as well, the orgasm like a lance of fire shooting through my body.

My muscles grow slack and I roll off her, careful not to crush her with my body weight. It takes a couple of minutes for me to catch my breath as I come to terms with the fact that I just came harder than I ever have in my entire life.

She turns to look at me, a deeply sated look on her face, her eyes warm and soft.

“That was amazing, Rafaelle,” she whispers into the space between us.

My chest tightens when she leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek.

“Fuck, don’t go acting sweet and giving me a cavity, little siren,” I murmur.

She grins, “Still a dickhead then.”

“Always, beautiful.”

I roll out of the bed and saunter over to the garbage bin to dump the condom in it. When I look at her, she’s lounging in the bed. So many inches of beautiful naked skin. She looks like she belongs. With me. In my empire.

My throat bobs in a hard swallow as I climb back into bed, leaning against the headboard. Liliana sits up too, reading the expression on my face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want you for now, Liliana,” I say, the words landing heavily between us.

They’re also scary as fuck, but I might as well lean into what I’m feeling. What she makes me feel. She has climbed through my defenses in a way that’s left me raw. A part of me feels like I could very well plummet over a cliff. The other part soars at the possibilities.

“I want you.”

My words are as soft as I can make them. I look into her eyes, making sure she feels the weight of them. Understands how much I mean them. Our chests rise and fall in tandem, our breaths mingling in a way that makes my heart ache.

“I want you too, Rafaelle,” she whispers.

I reach for her hair, brushing it over her face tenderly. “Then, it’s settled. I’m going to take care of it.”

“Take care of what?”

“Everything.”

When I lean down to kiss her, she wraps her hands around my neck, pulling me even closer. My tongue finds access to her mouth, and the kiss turns heated almost immediately. I feel my cock getting harder once again, ramping up for round two.

This time I take her on her knees, sliding into her from behind and wrenching every ounce of pleasure I can from her body.

She’s mine now. And I have every plan of keeping her that way.

* * *

Watching her sleep is fast becoming my favorite pastime. She looks so soft and innocent, it burns my chest. As much as I’d like nothing more than to wake her up and pick up where we left off a couple of hours ago, I know she’s exhausted.

We finally fell asleep around 3 am, and although I managed about four hours of shut-eye, the sunlight peeking through the windows woke me up.

I didn’t have any nightmares, though, so I’ll take that as a win.

I’m not sure I could with the woman sleeping beside me.

Her dark hair is a wild, beautiful mess on top of the pillow.

She’s snoring softly, and it’s actually fucking adorable.

Which is how I know I’ve got it bad.

I press a button on the wall, to shut the blinds before a soft sigh escapes me.

There’s something I’ve got to do this morning and it’s going to be a hard but hopefully rewarding conversation. I press a soft kiss to Liliana’s forehead. She stirs a little but doesn’t wake up. Sliding out of bed, I head towards the bathroom for a quick shower, getting dressed in the closet.

Grabbing my phone, I send out a quick text to my brothers in our group chat.

Me: I’m calling for a meeting at the estate in thirty minutes

Matteo: It’s way too early for this shit, Raf.

Elio: Go away. I’m still asleep.

I roll my eyes.

Me: This is important. When have I ever asked you assholes for anything?

Salvatore’s reply comes in almost immediately.

Don: We’ll hear you out, Rafaelle. Everyone get your asses over here.

My big brother can be quite nice when he wants to be. Which isn’t often. But I’ll take what I can get. After one last look at the woman sleeping in my bed, I exit the room. Ira receives orders to bring Liliana breakfast in bed and inform her that I’ll be back soon.

Soon enough, I’m at the Vitale Estate. Almost immediately I step through the doors, two little feet come bouncing over to me.

“Zioo,” she squeals, holding her arms out towards me.

I chuckle as I lift my little niece in my arms.

“Hi, Isa. Missed me?” I question, placing a kiss on her cheek.

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