Mafia Mistress by Mila Finelli

Chapter Twenty-Two

Fausto

I carriedher up the stairs to the apartment.

Though the heels made her legs look long and sexy, they would not allow her to hurry up the steps. And I needed to hurry. My dick had been hard since the second she walked onto that patio, her body wrapped in red. Cazzo, she should always wear red.

My men went to the apartments on the floor below while I continued to the top. After opening the door, I put her on her heels and grabbed the ends of the ties holding her dress together, pulling on them to unwrap her. This was the best gift I’d ever received.

“Wait,” she said, stilling my hands. “Go sit on the sofa.”

Impatient but willing to indulge her, I dropped onto the sofa, spreading my legs wide to ease the ache in my balls.

Francesca smirked at me as she slowly untied the dress she wore. My hands tightened into fists on the back of the sofa. “I’m not sure teasing me is a wise idea.”

She turned away from me as the dress dipped off her shoulders. I could see the straps of the red bodysuit and my mouth watered. I made the decision to come to Roma as soon as she sent me the photo of her trying it on. I knew I had to have her right then. The video only made my departure take longer, because I had to jerk myself off twice while watching it.

“Piccolina,” I warned when she let the dress fall too slowly.

In one quick motion, she spun toward me and dropped the dress—and the world stopped. Dio, she was gorgeous, sexy as fuck. My nostrils flared as I tried to drag air into my lungs, every muscle in my body tight, ready to pin her down and thrust. To rut and grind and give her my seed. She turned me into an animal every time, the need so overwhelming I thought I would lose my goddamn mind.

Tonight would be no different, apparently.

“Come here.”

She obeyed, swinging her hips as she drew closer. I hadn’t turned on the lights, so the city and the moon illuminated her luscious curves in the tight lace and silk. Her tits were pushed in and up, her small waist flaring into generous hips. She was a wet dream come to life...and she was mine.

And I knew what I needed first.

Stretching out on the couch, I pulled her closer. “Sit on my face. Right now.”

“Wait, what?” Her brows pinched together.

I slapped her ass. “Your pussy needs to find my mouth in the next few seconds or I am going to spank you.”

She climbed onto the sofa and adjusted her knees until she straddled my head. She was already wet—I could smell it. Reaching between her legs, I unfastened the body suit, and jerked her hips down until her pussy slammed onto my face.

“Goddamn, Fausto. Holy shit,” she breathed, curling slightly to brace herself on the arm of the sofa.

I ate at her like I was starving. Like the world was ending and making her come was the only way to stop it from happening. I sucked and licked her, relishing every roll of her hips, every whimper. Francesca loved sex as much as I did, and she never faked it. Her reaction to me was one hundred percent real every time.

She was so slippery and wet, the flesh of her cunt swollen and needy as I lapped at her. I shoved two fingers inside her roughly, knowing she could take it. And she moaned, rocking back to fuck herself on my hand. When I drew her clit between my lips and suckled, she climaxed. Her fingers threaded my hair and pulled, her body jerking and trembling as she came on my face. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. There was no better way to die, not for a man like me, than to be smothered by pussy.

La mia bella figa.

Finally she slumped and moved off my face. I stared up at her, still ravenous, my cock hard in my pants. “Take me out and put me inside you. If I do it, I’m liable to break this sofa.”

She licked her lips, her hooded gaze darting over her shoulder to my crotch. “Should we go to the bedroom?”

I began unbuckling my belt. “I want inside you now, Francesca.”

When I had my pants undone, she reached behind her and found me. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of her touch, quickly shoving my pants and briefs down before maneuvering her toward my cock. I was too far gone to wait. Too impatient for our games. I needed her pussy strangling my dick, now.

She put one hand on my chest and took me in hand with the other. My tip found her entrance, and she began lowering down, the wet heat surrounding me as I tunneled inside her body. I bucked my hips, eager to get all the way in but her cunt resisted my size. “Cazzo, come sei stretta.”

“What does that mean?” she panted, her dark gaze glazed with lust.

“It means you are so tight.”

“God, I love when you talk to me in Italian when we fuck.”

“Then start fucking me and I will.”

“If your dick wasn’t so big, I already would be.”

Cristo, that sassy mouth. I would take pleasure in filling it later.

Bracing my feet on the cushions, I thrust up while dragging her hips down, impaling her fully. I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth, it felt so goddamn good.

“Jesus, Fausto,” she gasped. “Give me some warning next time.”

“Your pussy should always be ready for me.” I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her head down to where my mouth reached the shell of her ear. “Sei la mia puttanella, no?”

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, her hips rocking. “Why is that so hot?”

“Because it is,” I told her. “Now you tell me. In Italian. Tell me who you belong to.”

“Sono la tua puttanella.”

My balls instantly tightened, lust shooting straight to my groin like a lightning bolt. “Good girl,” I crooned, my voice rough with the need to come. I gathered her hair in my fist and pulled hard, her neck arched for my mouth. “Now ride me while you say it.”

I held her, not giving her much room to move, but she rolled her hips, churning to slide my dick in and out of her pussy, her tits smashed against my chest and nearly escaping the lace. I bit her neck, sinking my teeth into her perfect skin. “Dimmi, Francesca.”

She gasped, her lids screwed shut. “Sono la tua puttanella.”

Fuck, yes.

I let her go and rewarded her with a stream of filthy Italian because I knew she liked to hear it. I told her how I was going to fuck her all night and every dirty thing I planned to do to her body. She continued to work herself on my cock, her gorgeous curves encased in the red bodysuit except for her pussy. I could feel her legs trembling, her muscles tightening as she readied to come. Francesca fucked with her entire being, held nothing back, and it was one of the things I liked best about her. I’d never had such a strong physical and mental connection with a woman in the bedroom before.

I needed to see her come on my dick.

Reaching down, I found her clit with my thumb, but I only brushed it lightly, teasing her. “Beg me,” I ordered. “Ti prego, Fausto.”

“Ti prego,” she panted, sliding her hands into her hair as she leaned back. “Ti prego, Fausto. God, ti fucking prego.”

With my other hand, I tore open the front of the bodysuit and let her tits spill free. Full breasts with dark nipples bounced as she moved and I grabbed one with my hand, squeezing hard. She moaned, her pussy constricting around me. Madonna, she was so fucking hot.

I strummed her clit with my thumb, rubbing and pressing while she rocked, and it only took a minute until she began coming, her walls clamping down and milking my cock. Her gorgeous face was frozen in ecstasy, her moans filling the empty apartment, and my balls couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Guardami,” I told her, forcing her eyes to mine. “Watch as I shoot inside you, Francesca. I am going to mark you, fill you up. Because you are mine.” Never had I wanted to coat a woman in my come like I did with this one. I wanted to break her, to conquer her. To use her whenever I wanted.

“Sí, Fausto,” she whispered dreamily, her body lax and sated. “Ti prego.”

The begging did it. My body seized as my cock swelled inside her, the orgasm rushing over me as come shot out the tip and into her cunt. I shouted, the world going dark while climax dragged me down. It was so good. Better than I’d ever experienced before. I never wanted this feeling to end.

She collapsed on top of me when it was over, and I tried to catch my breath as I wrapped my arms around her. Cazzo, this woman. She turned me into a caveman. A slavering beast. It got better every time.

And now that I knew how good we were together, I wasn’t certain I ever wanted to give her up.

* * *

Francesca

I couldn’t move.I sprawled on top of Fausto, my muscles quivering like jelly. That had been the best, most intense sex of my life. It was like he knew what I wanted better than I did.

You like it rough and mean, just like I do.

Yes, I suppose I did.

It was more than that, though. It was Fausto. He turned me inside out, made me do and say things I never would otherwise. Then he rewarded me in return. There were no losers, because I made him crazy, too.

His hand swept down my back, removing the ruined bodysuit. I smirked against his chest. “You weren’t kidding when you said to buy four of those.”

“I ordered you to buy five, but Giulio said the store only had three in stock. So the others are being shipped to the castello.”

I blinked up at him. “You had Giulio order more lingerie for me?”

“Of course. Do you think this embarrasses me?” He huffed, his lips quirking. “My son knows we are fucking, Francesca.”

“Maybe it embarrasses me, you stronzo.”

He pressed a quick kiss to my mouth. “It shouldn’t. The entire estate knows you belong to me.”

God, how mortifying. I had known it, but hearing him say the words had my skin going up in flames. “You really know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?” I pushed up and he let me go.

I got to my feet and his come started to run down the insides of my thighs. Of course, Fausto didn’t miss this, either. Sitting up, his mouth curved wickedly as he reached out and ran a finger through the mess. “See? You belong to me.”

He held the same finger up to my mouth, and without thinking I opened my lips, allowing him to slide it inside. The salty taste flooded my tongue and I sucked his skin clean. Something dark and possessive flashed in his eyes, the same look he got when I said I was his little slut.

I can play your game, too.

I wasn’t the only one drowning in whatever was happening between us. Fausto was equally caught up.

“And you belong to me,” I said when his finger left my mouth.

“My dick belongs to you, monella. Now, let’s shower and sit in the jacuzzi.”

Taking my hand, he led me to the master suite. He left me in the large tiled bathroom while he warmed up the jacuzzi on the terrace. I slipped into the shower after using the toilet and began soaping up. A naked Fausto soon joined me, his body on glorious display. “How do you stay in such good shape?” I asked as I rinsed my hair.

“I run every morning.”

“You have a gym?”

“I do. You’re welcome to use it any time you like. There’s a pool, too.”

“Why didn’t I know this?”

He moved me out of the way so he could get under the spray. “Because you spend most of your time outside with the plants and lambs.”

True, I did.

“I like learning about the vineyard and the farm. It’s fascinating.”

“I hadn’t pictured you as a gardener and a farmer. I thought you’d prefer the indoors.”

I smoothed some conditioner on my hair and told him the truth. “I accidentally locked myself in a closet when I was nine. Though I screamed and yelled, it took hours for someone to find me, and I was terrified.” I’d wet my pants because I couldn’t hold it any longer, convinced I was going to die in there. It was the worst experience of my life. “After that my mother started taking me outside as much as possible. She taught me about plants and flowers, and I loved spending time outside ever since. I have an entire flower garden at our house in Toronto.”

Fausto paused, his luscious mouth turning into a frown. “This was why the dungeon frightened you so much, no?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He wrapped his arms around me, the spray hitting his back. “I am so sorry, Francesca. Forgive me.”

I slid my hands around his waist, hugging him in return. “I begged you not to leave me down there.”

“I have fucked up twice with you, but I promise there will not be a third.”

Warmth wrapped around my heart at his sincerity. Fausto never bullshitted. He never said anything he didn’t mean. I pressed a kiss between his pecs. “Thank you, baby.”

He nudged my face toward his and gave me a tender kiss, one so soft and sweet that my knees nearly buckled. “I like this word on your lips,” he said. “I like it a lot.”

I had to think back. Oh, the endearment. It had slipped out of my mouth naturally, as if I’d called him that for years. Sliding out of his arms, I grabbed for the soap, hoping to hide my embarrassment and horror. It was way too soon for me to be calling him names like that, names that people in serious loving relationships used. I wasn’t staying and this was not a loving relationship.

Thankfully, he didn’t push it.

Soon we stepped out and dried off with thick towels. Strangely quiet, he took my hand and led me toward the terrace. I dragged him to a stop. “Don’t we need suits?”

He grabbed my ass and squeezed. “No, we don’t. No one will see.”

I soon discovered why. One half of the upper terrace was surrounded by Italian cypress trees, giving privacy to the jacuzzi. Probably countless women had been here to soak with him, and an irrational jealousy swamped me as I slid into the warm water.

“Is it too hot?” he asked as he climbed in next to me.

“No, it’s perfect.”

“Then why are you frowning, piccolina?”

I had nothing to lose by asking him. Perhaps in learning how not special I was to him would help prevent any feelings from developing. The last thing I needed was to fall in love with Fausto Ravazzani. “Do you bring women here often?”

He reached over, lifted me and settled me on his lap. “Why? Would it bother you?”

“No, but I am curious. It seems like the perfect fuck pad.”

“Fuck pad?”

“Place where you bring women to fuck.”

He shook his head, his chest shaking with suppressed laughter. “Francesca, I don’t need a special place fuck women. I can fuck wherever I like.”

Hadn’t he already proven that with me? The stables, the dining room…. “I get it. You’re a man whore. Congratulations.” I tried to push him away, needing space.

His arms tightened around me. “Wait. I did not mean to upset you.” He kissed my neck, my jaw. Then he nibbled on my earlobe. “I haven’t brought a woman here in a long time. Not since the last time someone tried to kill me.”

Gasping, I leaned back to see his face. “Kill you! What? When?”

His expression said I was naive for even being surprised. “There have been four attempts to kill me since I took over, the most recent six years ago. It’s why I stick to the castello as much as possible.”

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. Four attempts on his life? “Were you hurt?”

“My car blew up, but the detonator went off early. I was thrown back and suffered a concussion, nothing more.”

I gaped at him. “Oh, my God. That is terrible.”

The edge of his mouth hitched. “I like to see you worried about me. It makes my dick hard.” He kissed me, long licks of his tongue against mine, and sure enough his cock thickened underneath me. How could he get aroused so soon? Didn’t men of a certain age need some sort of recovery period?

When we broke apart, I said, “Everything makes your dick hard.”

“True. But only around you these days, it seems.”

“If people are always trying to kill you, then why did you come to Rome?”

“To see you. I couldn’t wait.” He put his arms on the back of the jacuzzi and closed his eyes. “Believe me, Marco had a fit. He nearly restrained me to keep me in Siderno.”

“He’s right. You shouldn’t have come, if it’s dangerous.” I would never forgive myself if something happened to him here.

“If I die, it would have been worth it to see you in that red bodysuit.”

“Fausto! It’s not a joke.”

He slid a hand to cup my breast, his eyes still closed. “It is no joke. You are the sexiest, hottest woman I have ever had. If I died tonight, I would go happy, with no regrets.”

How was he so evil and so sweet at the same time? I couldn’t take it. I wasn’t strong enough to resist this man. He was undoing me, bit by bit, unraveling me and putting me together as someone new. Someone stronger, more confident. I wasn’t certain I liked it, but I also didn’t hate it.

I melted against him, clinging to his big body as the bubbles swirled around us. Emotion filled my chest and wrapped around my heart, so much that I felt ready to burst.

Leaning in, I kissed his neck. “Baby,” I whispered near his ear, letting that one word hang, the sound filled with everything I dared not voice aloud.

“Dolcezza,” he whispered back, and I swore I could hear emotion in his voice, too.

We stayed there until our skin wrinkled. When I yawned, he lifted me and stood, water cascading off our bodies. “Come. Let me put you to bed.”

“We’re staying here tonight?”

“I thought you might like to stay in Roma one more day. We can go back tomorrow afternoon.”

I liked the idea of sleeping together in the same bed. Was Fausto a cuddler? He set me on my feet and dried me off with a towel first, wrapping it around me carefully before he found a towel for himself. His muscles shifted and bunched as he moved the cloth over his fit frame. He was the hottest DILF I had ever seen. I would have to search for a comparable nickname in Italian, a pet name I could call him during sex.

I found my phone and brought it into his bedroom, where I discovered him frowning at whatever he was reading on his phone. “What is it?” I asked, the knowledge that someone had tried to blow him up with a car bomb fresh in my mind.

“Nothing,” he muttered as he typed back. “Something I will deal with tomorrow.” Then he set his phone on the nightstand and stretched out on the bed.

“Do you ever get a day off?” I plugged my phone in to charge and set it on the nightstand closest to me before laying down.

“Over here,” he ordered, holding his arm out, his eyes closed.

He knows I’ll obey.

And God help me, I did.

I scooted to his side and sighed when he nestled me close to his warm, hard body.

“No, I don’t,” he answered. “Too much depends on me. But I can take a break every now and again, like tonight.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll get up early and work a few hours before you wake up. Then I’ll bring you caffé in bed and fuck you again.”

I grinned and closed my eyes. That sounded like heaven.