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I let out an involuntary moan and I did what I was told without a single hesitation. I felt the hot, calloused pads of Elio’s fingers graze the back of my thighs. He inched his way up to the hem of my dress. At first, I thought he was going to merely bunch it around my waist.
But it wasn’t enough. He reached for the small zipper at the top and pulled the silken material away.
I was left in nothing but my thin bra and matching lace panties.
“So beautiful,” he growled.
Without warning, Elio slipped his fingers beneath the lacy material and stroked through my slick folds. The tips of his middle fingers played at the swollen bud of my clit, causing me to slump to my elbows.
“Elio,” I hissed through my teeth. “Don’t tease me.”
I could feel him smirking at me from behind. Seconds later, his fingers were back to curling through my soaked folds till he slid into my tight channel. A broken groan tore from my chest as he continued to hit that hidden pleasure point inside of me.
“Oh, my God!”
I spread my legs wider, pushing back against his skilled hands. Right as I felt myself begin to tip over the edge, Elio pulled his hand away completely. I practically cried in frustration. But I heard the quick rustle and movement of him doing away with his belt and pants.
His hands came back to rest on the sides of my hips. He brushed my panties to the side, thumbing over the hot, slick crease of my entrance. I felt the wet tip of his length press against me, then in one swift thrust, he slid right in, knocking the very air from my lungs.
Elio moved in and out of me at a consistent yet leisurely pace that was both delicious and agonizing. Good God, I loved the way he always made me feel so full.
I glanced over my shoulder to find his eyes locked in a serious look of concentration. When they found mine, he slid his hands over my stomach to cup my breasts. He pinched and rolled my nipples from under my bar and pulled me impossibly closer to him.
He stretched over me to capture my lips. “You drive me mad,” he said against my mouth.
His thrust grew punishing and soon that glorious, searing heat started to grow, and I was falling over the edge. All my mind could process was the feel of him around me and the euphoric bliss that I never wanted to end.
“Ah! Oh, God!” I whimpered. “Elio—”
He continued to thrust all through my orgasm until I felt him find his release. His head fell to the back of shoulder, where he placed several small kisses over my skin.
“I love you so much,” he moaned.
My eyes fell shut and exhaustion overtook me. Elio came to lay close beside me and pulled the blankets around us.
I didn’t quite remember falling asleep, but my eyes fluttered open to the sound of an unfamiliar voice.
“Welcome to Florence.”
*Caterina*
I pulled my sunglasses from the top of my head, letting them fit snugly on my nose as the world turned into shades of gray. Darkened, it was a relief because the sun above us was somehow worse than in LA.
Elio waited for me at the end of the catwalk, a smile on his face as he discussed things with a nearby guy in a suit. I didn’t recognize him, but he seemed friendly enough as I stepped down next to my boyfriend.
He nodded at me as I stepped onto the cement and went right up to Elio.
I let out a little breath of air, unsure of how I was feeling. I’d been nervous about coming back to Italy, but now that I was here, it didn’t really feel that much different from California.
It was a warm, dry heat overhead, and I could smell the familiar scent of the salt of the ocean on the wind but otherwise, I felt completely normal, to my surprise. Elio sent me a questioning glance and I nodded to let him know I was okay, grabbing his hand and intertwining it with mine.
He gave me a little squeeze, turning back to the unknown guy as they both rapidly said something in Italian. I was surprised to hear it again. It had been a long time since I’d been in Italy. My mom wasn’t a native Italian speaker, so though I learned it in school, English was always more comfortable for me. Once I moved to the States, my Italian fell to the wayside.
Elio and the guard were interrupted by a large SUV that rolled up, and both men went silent, simply staring at the car as they waited. I wasn’t entirely sure what they were waiting for until the car pulled to a stop in front of us.
The doors opened and out stepped a few men in black suits with sunglasses covering their eyes and looking rather more like bodyguards with how stiff their movements looked. One kept looking around us, speaking slowly to what I thought was himself, but I quickly spotted the wireless Bluetooth in his ear.
A familiar face popped out of the backseat. I breathed a sigh of relief as Alessandro stepped out wearing nothing but jeans and a T-shirt, looking more casual than Elio at the moment.
He grinned widely as he saw us, opening up his arms. “My favorite nephew!”
He pulled Elio into a hug, taking the chance to rub his fist along his head. I laughed to myself, a little bewildered by the warm welcome but happy to see the gruff and annoyed look on my boyfriend’s face.
“Enough!” Elio pulled out of his grasp, crossing his arms impatiently. “And don’t let Tallon catch you saying that, or he’ll beat your ass. Their kid is adorable.”
“True, but you’re still my favorite. Just don’t tell Tallon.” He winked, a grin on his face.
A few of the men behind him cracked smiles, some even hiding their faces behind their hands.
Alessandro turned to me. “Hi, Cat. I’m glad you could come.”
“Thanks,” I said, returning his one-armed hug.
Though I knew Alessandro well, it still felt strange to be in Italy making pleasantries with the head of the Italian mafia. I knew that my father had worked with the previous leader, Tallon, who was Alessandro’s younger brother.
I wasn’t sure how things had gotten messed up so that the younger brother was the leader first, but it wasn’t really any of my business. I’d met Tallon but hadn’t seen him as much as Alessandro since he lived on the other side of the country and when Alessandro was in the US, he was near us.
I noticed the men around us had gotten our bags from the plane, already loading them up into the back of the SUV.
“I’m just glad to have you guys over,” Alessandro said. He looked at me. “Mia’s excited to have someone to play dress-up with, so be prepared for that.”
I smiled at the thought, though I did remember his wife from the party, her eyes gleaming as she shoved me into the dress. I’d been grateful, but she was a bit overeager.
Still, I imagined that with everything in the open now, I could probably pick her brain about what it was like to be the wife of a mafia Don. With Elio running the US side, I knew I’d be in a similar situation. So far, the “industry” was a bit too heavy on the male side, and the idea of having someone to share some girl-talk with was pleasant.
“Well, get in. We’re heading to my complex, where you’ll stay while you’re here,” Alessandro said, moving to take the front passenger seat.
Elio tugged me along to get into the back and we buckled up. I was surprised by how nice the car was—cushiony and comfy.
“I think I remember that place,” Elio said with a thoughtful look. “I stayed there as a kid, right?”
“Eh, briefly. You were young, and it’s changed a lot since then, but it’s big enough to house everybody,” Alessandro answered casually as the driver got in and the car rumbled to life. “We’ll have dinner with the associates tomorrow night, so today you should be free to do whatever you want. I have a great chef I can recommend for dinner if you want.”
His words went in through one ear and out the other as I stuck my head right next to the window, pulling my sunglasses up to rest in my hair. My eyes widened as I stared enchantedly at the city passing before us. It was just like I remembered—old and intricate, with every building looking like it came from a different time. There was a special magic to it that made it seem like the city had a life of its own.
It was a lot different from LA, which I supposed made sense. LA was new, relatively speaking. While things were clearly modern in this place, there was something about that intricate, older architecture that made everything about the city seem timeless.
As Alessandro and Elio chatted, my mind wandered back to my childhood—our little house where Mom and I lived, the streets I would walk every morning to get to school. Mom worked a lot, but she never failed to make time for me, taking me shopping in the square whenever I felt down, getting gelato in the smallest, dingiest-looking shop.
I couldn’t remember the name of it anymore, but Mom always used to say they had the best gelato, telling me stories of her first date there with Dad, and how he swept her off her feet and they made me in a single night. The greatest gift they had ever received, Mom used to say.
But as the good memories flooded back, so followed the bad ones like a shadow—all those hours I would stare out my bedroom window, hoping to see a hint of my dad pulling up, and the disappointment when Mom told me only hours later that he couldn’t make it that night.
I thought about the birthdays and parties he missed, always bringing home an apology gift a few days later. I remembered having to plaster on a smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice how upset I really was. There had always been a fear in my heart as a kid that if I expressed my disappointment with him, he would disappear completely.