Ruthless Daddy by Bianca Cole
Fabio
“Sir, Milo Mazzeo has requested you attend a party in Boston next month.” Lorenzo says, leaning against the doorframe into my home office. “How should I respond?”
I run a hand through my hair, shaking my head. “How long does he expect me to be in Boston for?” There are only so many times I can refuse his invites. After all, I was absent from my daughter’s wedding. Aida couldn’t understand the danger she was in here in Sicily. She believed my Capo’s death was just a deal gone wrong, not a feud reigniting—the same feud that killed her mother.
Lorenzo clears his throat. “He didn’t say. The party is on the third Saturday in May.”
I look at my capo, trying to gauge whether he can hold down the fort for a weekend. “Are you ready to step into my shoes if I go to Boston for the weekend?”
Lorenzo nods. “Of course, sir. I can handle everything while you are in Boston.”
I know Lorenzo’s careful and competent, but I’ve never had to trust anyone but Salvatore. “Very well. Tell him I will be there.” I run a hand through my hair, knowing that Milo needs my support in the war he’s facing in Boston. The Irish have been coming at him hard lately and he’s losing men.
“I’ll let him know.” Lorenzo lingers in the doorway.
“Is there something else?” I ask.
His brow furrows, and he slides a hand into his pocket. “Someone left this card through the door. Does it mean anything to you?” he asks, stepping toward my office desk. He places a card down on my table and I pick it up.
The front of the card has flowers on it and the name Natural Beauty florist. I turn the card over and instantly know who left it.
On the back it reads, call Gia Dicampo and her cell number. I feel my cock harden as memories of that night two weeks ago come flooding back to the forefront of my mind. A day hasn’t gone by when I don’t think about the moment our lips touched. If it hadn’t been for Gia pulling away, then I would have had her in my bed that night. “Yes, it’s for me. Thank you, Lorenzo.”
Lorenzo looks a little surprised, but doesn’t ask me about the card. Instead, he nods. “If that is all, sir?”
“Yes, please leave me.”
He walks away stiffly and shuts the door. I stare at the card for a while, contemplating my next move.
Could Gia have been thinking about our moment of passion as much as I have?
I pull my cell phone out of my jacket pocket and add Gia as a contact before typing a text to her.
I got your card. Have you been thinking about me, naughty girl?
I hit send and place the phone down on my desk, staring at it impatiently. What we did is wrong and taking it any further is a bad idea. I can’t seem to resist her.
I turn my attention back to my work. There’s a planning application for a new hotel to be built close to mine on my desk. All planning applications in Sicily have to go through me before they get put to the council. I have no intention of approving this one, especially when the guy applying is some Russian I know nothing about.
The government’s willingness to accept our power in Sicily makes my situation unique. I rule the island and everyone in it, even if it’s thinly veiled. The Alteri Mafia family has had strong roots here for centuries and that will never change.
I press a denied stamp on the bottom of the page and toss it into the denied pile. My cell phone buzzes and I check it, seeing Gia’s name on the front. I feel my cock harden, wondering what she’s going to say.
Yes, I can’t stop thinking about what we did.
I groan, rubbing my hand across my cock, which is already painfully hard. The past two weeks it has felt like I’m a teenager again, jerking off constantly and thinking about Gia.
Have you played with your perfect pussy while thinking about me?
I send the text, knowing that I shouldn’t be pushing this. Aida hates me enough as it is, let alone adding in an affair with her best friend. I grind my teeth together, feeling my common sense and my cock fighting each other.
The phone buzzes, and I groan at the sight. There’s a photo of Gia in a pair of lace panties and bra with her hand in her panties. The message accompanying it drives me wild.
Every time I touch myself, I think of you.
I glance at the door to my office, which Lorenzo left open. Instead of getting up to close it, I free my cock from my boxer briefs and fist it in my hands. There’s no stopping me when I’m like this. I feel like a horny teenage kid, but I can’t help it.
The picture is fucking perfect. I take a photo of my cock and send it to her, along with another message.
Such a dirty little girl. I’m thinking about being inside your perfect, tight pussy right now, tesorina.
I focus all my attention on her photo as I take myself in hand. The fantasy of her thick lips wrapping around my shaft as she takes me into the back of her throat flashes into my mind. I grit my teeth, fisting my cock even harder. The image quickly turns to me grabbing a fist full of her hair and fucking her throat so hard she can hardly breathe.
“Cazzo,” I growl fuck in Italian as my balls ache for release.
The phone buzzes again and I look at the screen, feeling my cock twitch when I see the image. Gia has sent a photo of her tight little pussy, dripping and wet.
My pussy is soaking wet and ready for your cock, sir.
I clench my jaw, knowing that this innocent young girl can’t handle me. She’s playing with fire. The image is perfect and I think about her tied to my bed, blindfolded, and gagged. My cock throbs, and I know I’m near my release.
The thought of taking her tight little pussy rough and hard is all it takes to send me over the edge. I lift my shirt up and cum on my abs, roaring as the release hits me. Once I’ve drained every drop of thick, pearly cum, I grab my phone and take a photo.
Mycum should be deep in that tight little pussy of yours.
My breathing evens and I grab a tissue from my desk, cleaning myself up before pushing myself back into my pants. There’s something deeply wrong with me for crossing that line with her, even if it is via text message.
The phone buzzes and there’s another photo of Gia with her dripping wet pussy and a damp patch on her bed.
Mine should have been all over your enormous cock.
I groan as I stow my phone back into my jacket pocket, knowing how dangerous we’re being. If we start this, then there is no going back. The last time I desired a woman the way I desire Gia, I married her.
I’ve always been a rough lover. Dominating a woman is the most exhilarating experience and my late wife loved to submit. It’s why we fitted together so well.
The women I fuck accept my rough and ruthless ways during sex, since I’m rich and they want to experience the high life. Gia isn’t like that. She’s not like the women who like to fuck me for a ride on a yacht or in my jet to London or Paris.
I get up from my desk, feeling restless despite relieving myself. Gia is going to be the death of me at this rate. The only thing that calms me when I’m like this is a long swim along the coastline or a jog. Since it’s April and still a little cold in the sea, I opt for a jog.
I get changed into my workout clothes and head out of my living room door and down onto the beach. The sea air clears my head as I try to stop thinking about the tempting twenty-one-year-old girl that has captured my attention like no other woman has in years.
I start along the beach toward the center of Palermo, although I normally run the other way. The pull of stumbling into the woman who is driving me crazy is the only reason, even though it’s unlikely.
I force one foot in front of the other, jogging as fast as I can. The sea breeze against my face is calming as I head along the stretch of white sand. A jog helps me relieve tension whenever I’m frustrated.
As I run, I can hardly keep Gia out of my mind. Whenever I work out, it’s an easy way to clear my head, but I can’t clear it. She’s infected me like a disease and I can’t stop thinking about her.
By the time I get to Palermo, I’m more frustrated than I was when I started running. I sit down on the sand and rest my head in my hands.
Ever since Salvatore’s death, I’ve been reeling. On the edge of losing control and barely holding on. He was like a son to me. To top it off, I lost my daughter too. I clench my jaw, feeling regret weigh me down.
My way of life has lost me everyone I care about and I’m left an empty shell of a man with nothing but darkness and hatred.
I sense someone watching me and tense. It’s rare I’m in Palermo, alone without a bodyguard, despite not having many enemies on the island itself.
When I glance over my shoulder, I instantly relax. The beauty I can’t get out of my mind is staring at me, frozen like a statue. There’s indecision in her eyes, as if she was wondering whether to approach me.
I should turn away and ignore her, but I can’t. The first night was a slipup, but the texts were a confession that she wants me as much as I want her. There’s no way I’m going to keep away from her, not now we’ve crossed the line twice.
Gia is the ultimate prize, and I don’t back down from a challenge. She will be mine, consequences be damned.
