Lucia pushed her thick Italian ass back against the man she belonged to, hearing it clap against his hard body and feeling the magnificent dick tease her most sensitive parts. Her pussy was overflowing with juices, his dick looking creamy. She couldn’t help herself, nor could she help with the uncontrolled groans she hummed. It felt far too good and she felt her orgasm approaching rapidly. Wanting more, she dropped her leg, pushed away from the kitchen top and arched her back, two hands grasping the edge of the isle. Tony increased his pace, fucking her savagely, her moans music to his ears.
It wasn’t long until her legs gave out and she was forced to pull away from his pleasuring tool, not able to take any more as the orgasm washed over her body and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Tony grabbed her waist, turned her around and lifted her onto the surface, spreading her legs and getting between them, fucking her again. She lay flat and wrapped her sexy legs around the beast, pulling him further into her. She was forced to hold onto the edge of the surface above her head from the hard thrusts. It was incredible. She had never been fucked so hard before. Not once has he slowed down either.
Tony held Lucia tightly by the waist and slapped her nipple, hearing Lucia’s soft scream and sensing her body trembling. Another orgasm, he thought. Looking at her, he knew she was in a different universe, feeling every stroke he gave her, every twitch and every vein on his cock slipping into the tight and wet slit. She felt incredible and he loved every inch of her, his dick fighting for space every time it entered. He couldn’t keep cool anymore and his strokes burst with more power. Lucia sensed he was coming and held her legs around him tighter, allowing no room for him to escape her insatiable pussy. A few more strokes and Tony exploded inside her, spurting thick ropes of cum into the moaning Lucia.
Breathing heavily, Tony pulled his face into Lucia’s neck, catching his breath and feeling his member remaining hard. She trailed his back with her nails, the movement gentle and soothing.
“You’re something else.”
Tony raised his head and stared into her warm honey eyes, shining in the aftermath of the heavy sex. She was smiling, her perfect lips projecting the genuine feelings she felt. She lost a hand in his hair and inched closer to his lips. He felt her tongue twirl with his and reciprocated the fire.
Tony heard his phone ringing in the other room. He jerked up, untangling away from his sexy plaything and walked into the bedroom, leaving Lucia alone to figure her world after he just fucked it.
He didn’t recognise the caller-ID. “Marinetti.”
“You motherfucker.”
Tony smirked. He recognised the voice. “Put your father on the phone Vincent.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are you motherfucking bitch, you dirty blood. I will skin you and display it in a fucking museum-” Tony snapped the called.
He sighed and waited for the phone to ring again. It didn’t take long. This time the true Don Georgi Amani was on the other line, a voice with more reason despite anger lurking in the back. He controlled it very well.
“Who are you.” The Don spoke calmly.
Marinetti chuckled and a deep laughter followed. “What are you doing talking to the enemy and you have no idea who you are talking to.”
“You are testing my patience, which you should be grateful for. I can and will take you out, so you better act fast, what do you want.”
“For you to pay for your mistakes.” Tony stated simply and ended the call again, this time switching it to silent mode and ignoring the next incoming calls.
He stretched his neck, feeling it crack and touched his shoulder, squeezing it strongly feeling the tension.
The cold spray of the shower was soothing the muscles. Tony’s mind wandered, wheels turning. Moves were made. What was next? He had to evaluate the risks and damages he must withstand. He thought about assets possessed and potential liabilities he may inflect. His influence in Europe and the East would remain untouchable, unless contact was made to Japan. The deal he had made with the Osakas wasn’t ideal for them – a betrayal within the family was found and Tony used this to maximise his control in the region. This was his weakest stronghold. Annoyance would rupture if they dared to act with such a plan in mind. Tony thought about the liabilities of the Amanis and where they were the easiest to hit.
He shook his head. From the supplier to the transportation of drugs, vandalism and arson of illegal gambling halls, the tortures of family. The way Tony saw it, the Amanis were wide open in their defence and it could be fatal for their business and interest. Their empire could dust into ruins – not that he didn’t think that Eleanor was capable of starting again, especially tapping into his own resources – but it would be difficult.
He turned the knob and turned off the water. He reached for the towel and began drying his body absentmindedly, thoughts consumed by the imminent war.
When he exited the bathroom, he found Lucia turning the room upside down.
“What are you looking for?” He asked nonchalantly.
“My fucking phone, I can’t fucking find it.” She cried.
Temper seemed to run in the family, Tony thought as he observed the female, still in only panties, hopping around the room and bending over, her tits jerking in movement and displaying her perfectly shaped ass cheeks.
Ignoring the panicking person he was forced to deal with, he opened the wardrobe and began dressing while Eleanor, his mother occupied the dark mind of the Keiser. He rolled the sleeves of the black shirt up to his elbows and glanced in the direction of Lucia, who was still ghastly turning every object in the room and causing a serious chaos.
“Lucia.”
She stopped at the stern voice and slowly met the cold gaze. “Yes?” She whispered, her breathing shallow at the sight of him and the sensation of his dark aura.
“We need to speak.” He smiled at her.
Lucia nodded, not knowing whether another option available, but she would obey his demand.
“Good, over lunch perhaps? I’m feeling a good steak,” He fitted the omega on his wrist and admired the expensive watch for a brief second, seeing his reflection on the clean glass of the face.” Any recommendations?” He asked and raised an eyebrow at the female companion.
**
Eleanor Vicenti was a cool woman. Tough, certainly smart and confident. It took more than a fight to crack the stone front, and there was. Kidnapping one’s daughter wasn’t a honourable move, but she had to admit, it was ruthless and in the business they were in, this trait went a very long way. Very effective and efficient, like holding a blade to someone’s throat and waiting for them to move so that the sharpness can pierce through the flesh.
Perhaps she was old, she pondered. Too old for this game they were all playing. Maybe she didn’t have the heart in it anymore. Once upon a time she only cared to meet her ambitions and building an empire so no one could fuck with her anymore, this was what she would have died for. She didn’t give a fuck about Mario or any of their close friends. No parents, since a young age she was travelling this road alone, until Vanessa happened.
Eleanor remembered five-year-old Vanessa, in summer shorts and size 3 shoes, running around the haven like field with not a care in the world and screaming at the top of her lungs as she was being chased by a harmless dog. She remembered Vanessa’s tiny hand wrapping around her own finger while the little girl slept and cooed.
If she was to choose the weapon that killed Eleanor off this game, it would’ve been her own daughter. The irony. Once an ice-queen with a ruthless reputation. That was broken now by her own flesh and blood.
She shook her head, the corner of her lips tugging slightly, amused at the turn of events. She looked up and ahead across the many trees and field. Tony really did well for himself, she thought, smoking a Marlboro in just the robe. Underneath she wore matching black lace underwear. There wasn’t any point in them as her nipples were see able, but it made her feel good and quite honestly, at the moment that’s all that mattered.
The crystal smoke escaped into the cool evening air that the summer presented. She enjoyed the settled temperature.. Nothing like New York, London was cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter. She could get used to this place.
Finishing the cigarette and exhaling the last smoke out of her nose, she walked inside the house, which was slightly warmer, past Tony’s bedroom and down the hallway. Then it was the spiral staircase and then she found herself in the large, open living room that was designed completely modern, even ahead of the time, but with a slight classic touch. She chuckled. That was Tony Marinetti, an old fashioned but always a step ahead.
Eleanor settled down in front of the cracking fire, a glass of red wine next to her head on the table and pulled a soft velvety blanket across her body. Slipping from reality and into dreamland, the eyelids became heavier and she felt the urge of tiredness take over, her sharpness blurring. Never being a light-sleeper, Eleanor shot up at the sounds of footsteps and slight movement, uneven breathing – quickly reaching under the sofa, she felt the sturdy handle of a Glock and in one swift movement, stood and aimed in the direction of the noise.