Marcello
We take anchor at Port of Cagliari, Sardinia. After a wild fuck at the deck of the yacht, we finally got ourselves in order. I took Elsa with me to the meeting because I wanted to show her around Cagliari. It is a brief meeting with Alessandro. He manages my hotels here in Sardinia. We are planning on a new project for a beach resort which we are supposed to start this month. I meet with the architectural and planning team thereafter.
Elsa is quiet the whole time, listening intently to conversations. No smart remarks. No unnecessary questions, though I take time to explain to her a few basics of what is going on. She actually turns out to be interested in knowing more about this investment.
We finish up with my day’s work at around seven in the evening. I take Elsa to one of my favourite hotels in the area for dinner and we head back to the ship where weMarcello
After a heavy breakfast prepared by the yacht’s chef, I leave Elsa to go sunbathe as she had requested, but after making her show herself to me in her bathing suit. Last time she pissed me off and I don’t think she would dare to disobey me. I would have loved to be with her on the deck and fuck her once more but I have a lot to do.
My life is not my own. Too much depends on me.
I still haven’t got over what we had this morning. My girl. She’s so brave and she handled it very well. She offered herself to me without hesitation because she wants me as much as I do.
I sit in my small office reckoning the days we have been together. It has been only three months but it feels like forever. It feels like I have known Elsa all my life.
My phone rings with an incoming call. It’s Isabella, my personal assistant from work. She gives me a rundown on what transpired in the board meeting for the Viscuso chain of hotels, which I didn’t attend yesterday because I was in Rome to deal with more important business. She then informs me about my schedule for the rest of the week and finally how Lorenzo had called again to know if I would be around on Friday afternoon because that would be the most suitable time for him.
Lorenzo won’t let me rest until he interrogates me. He has every right to worry, I don’t blame him. Elsa is a gem.
After that, I call Gabrielle to ask him for updates about the case of my missing cocaine. Two hundred kilograms of cocaine is a lot of money. We are usually very careful when transporting these goods. Someone in our system must be responsible. The soldiers who count and pack this cocaine are trustworthy fellows who work under Gabrielle’s guidance. He tells me that the cocaine was counted and recounted properly in Gabrielle’s presence and it was exactly five hundred and eleven kilograms. On the ship to Barcelona. The crew confirmed that only Three hundred and eleven kilograms were the ones loaded on the ship. They had proof. That means the cocaine was stolen in Palermo. There is serious investigation going on. Once they land on that idiot who is meddling with, I will blast his senseless brain out of head, only after I have tortured him for at least three dies until he tells me
who he is working for. There must also be people who he working with. He couldn’t have managed to pull that off on his own. We pay our soldiers very well. Stealing from me must be something induced by a threat or bigger money. I know Gabrielle will be able to handle this well. We have dealt with this kind of treachery for enough time.
After all that, I head out of my office to go meet my girl. This beautiful day just turned to shit in a blink of an eye. I hate betrayal. Betrayal is a death sentence crime in my family. We don’t tolerate breach of trust. My blood boils with fury. I can’t wait to get my hands on that stronzo. He will regret ever knowing me.
On the sundeck, Elsa lies on her stomach on the lounger. There is a bottle of champagne and glasses next to her but she seems to have dosed off. The morning’s activities must have caught up with her.
I watch her from a distance, admiring her golden skin and the way it shines under the sun. I wonder if she has applied sunscreen. I don’t see any around her so I go back inside to get some.
When I get back, I place it down carefully not to wake her. I kneel down beside her and slowly caress her bareback. She startles awake. Her back is hot. She looks up at me, with a crossed look.
“Oh, it’s you,” she chuckles, her voice broken and sleepy. “I thought you were working.”
“I was, but I am done,” I respond, opening the bottle.
“Don’t mind me. You can go back to sleep if you want. I am just going to apply some sunscreen on you. I don’t want to see your skin burnt,” I tell her. She gives me a questioning look. What?
“That’s very sweet of you. I didn’t even think about it. By the time I came here, the sun wasn’t that strong,” she utters, her pretty face confused and sleepy at the same time. I have a burning urge to lean down and kiss her, but I know myself well. I would end up not doing what I am supposed to if my lips touched hers.
I squirt some sunscreen on my palms and rub onto her warm back. He puts her head back down and moans softly.
“That feels so good,” she breathes. It like she is speaking right to my cock. I smear all over the small of her back, taking my time away enjoying the feel of her warm skin on my palms. Elsa lies back relaxed as I undo the strings of her bikini top. When her back is completely bare, I squirt some more sunscreen and rub it all the way up to her neck. Then I go down to her legs , finding myself enjoying this activity more than I should. It’s kind of sexual , but I think it is just because I am so much sexually attracted to Elsa in every kind of way. I have never done this for any woman. I find it fascinating to do it to Elsa. It’s a first.
“Are you going to sunbathe here with me. I would like to put some sunscreen on you too,” Elsa says.
As much as that might sound appealing. I wouldn’t be able to relax. I am too Perplexed by the matter at hand. I have a few more calls to make.
“Maybe later,” I respond. Elsa lifts her head and looks back at me.
“Why not now?”
“I have a few more things to do in my office,” I respond, sliding hands back up to her hips.
“I thought you said you were done,” her eyebrows knit together when she friend in confusion.
“I was done for the moment. I have to make some important calls,” I respond, Slowly undoing the strings of her bikini bottom. She gives me a wide eyed stare. I stifle a laugh.
“Why don’t you give yourself this time and relax a bit,” she says, eying my hand as the Slowly pull off her bikini bottom.
“I might consider that,” I say absentmindedly, cupping her ass cheeks in my palms. She groans and pulls her lower lip between her teeth.
“Marcello,” she breathes and then looks around us. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Why not? This is my boat, bellisma. I can do whatever I want, capisci?” I mutter. She blinks a few times and then looks around once again. I slowly pull it aside to expose her bare ass. It’s a glorious view from behind. I lose my breath, staring at the treasure peeping between there. My dick pulses wildly in my shorts.
Holding her ass cheeks in my palms, I squeeze gently and fondle. Applying some sunscreen, I rub gently on her ass. Elsa moans silently, making me lose control. This is hopeless. I want her. Here . Now.
make love and talk through the night and end up sleeping late because I needed to fuck her once more before I could fall asleep.
Holding her in my arms, she falls into a peaceful slumber. My heart aches for this woman in my arms, the woman that makes me feel things I have never felt before, the woman I have gone against my principles to keep close to me, the woman I am afraid to lose…
That night when Federico was seen around her friend’s apartment, I felt a pang of panic. Even the mere thought of losing her was dreadful enough. I have never felt like this before. Not even for my mother. Probably because she was a luxury-loving woman who never stayed around to love and raise me but rather prioritized parties and vacations at her young age. She died even before I could even realize her importance in my life. I immediately got attached to Zia when she came home. But whenever I think of the way both my parents were killed, my heart sinks.
All my life, I have lived with my threatened and numerous people have tried killing me though I have survived all that time. I only worried so much for myself when I had just taken over as the capo but I never went back. This is the kind of lifestyle I was raised in and I chose to live it when my father was killed. My biggest priority is my family, and it has been that small since, with Zia and Gabrielle. Gabrielle moved out of the house as soon as he realized turned twenty. We grew up together and became so close that I had to choose him to be my right hand and he didn’t hesitate to say yes when I asked him to.
I lay back in the darkness thinking about all this as Elsa breathes in and out softly. I kiss her temples and pull her much closer so that her fragile body presses into mine.
She came back willingly to me. Even though it is still hard for her to accept, she is mine and she said it herself. We can work through the small misunderstandings between us and I can keep her with me forever. Then she can bear me my heir…
Elsa turns as if I said that out loud. She twists and turns until her front is now facing me. Her hands crawl over my bare stomach to my back. Her leg curls along mine and she moans softly before drowsing back into slumber.
I watch her through the sunlight. I don’t want to conclude about what I am feeling. It’s a weakness. A capo can not be weak. Not for anything. Weakness is a bigger enemy than all my unsuccessful murderers.
But this is something I can not avoid. I felt it immediately after I lay her down in her room at my house. My house felt complete. It’s like I have finally found the missing piece of my life puzzle. I wanted her despite the fact that she was my mentor’s daughter. My intentions were initially pure until she opened her smart mouth. I needed her body and soul. I wanted her pussy on my tongue, I wanted my cock down her throat and dip into her warmth, but I also wanted her heart, and I still do.
And I know she feels the same. That’s the part that confuses me and turns me on at the same time. I don’t deserve her. She is too good for me.
I will keep her safe. I will bring back Roberto and bring down Federico. Maybe then I will legally take her…
***
We wake up and get ourselves more or less in order. She amuses me when she matches my mood when my hand finds her bare pussy under the covers. She moans softly while I play with her clit.
Christo Santo! She is already so wet! So ready for me!
My cock almost bursts as I slowly sink into her warmth, her mouth slightly open while her eyes never break contact with mine. My breath catches in my throat as I watch her take me all the way in. She sits up, her legs astride mine. That’s not what I had in mind, but I am down for whatever she wants. I cup her soft breasts in my hands and pull and her sensitive hard nipples. She moans and tilts her head back, biting her lip.
“Ride me. Do it rough. Don’t think about teasing me, bellisma. I will spank you and you know the day hasn’t even reached halfway you won’t enjoy it with a sore ass,” I growl into her ear.
“Oh God, Marcello,” she breathes and starts moving. The sound of body slapping body fills the room, turning me on over and over. I keep fondling her breasts as she moves.
I can feel her reaching her orgasm as her insides clutch tightly on my dick. I grab her hips and drive deeper on every landing. I look down at where our bodies join. I almost run mad at the sight.
Fuck!
This is so hot!
I catch her lips in a kiss, which is so rough and wanton, that I am breathless when I break away. She goes on to ride me hard as I keep whispering dirty to her while playing with her breasts. Her movements start becoming uncoordinated and unsteady. I grab her ass and pound into quickly without mercy until she cries out on her climax, which pulls me along. I spill deep inside her wishing my seed could grow inside her. As insane as my thoughts are, I bite her shoulder while I come undone with a muffled growl.