Luciano
I watched Raven run to the window, her eyes wide in wonder as she took in the view.
“No way. Is that… Is that a fucking Volcano?”
I chuckled at the wonder in her voice and walked to her side. The windows were floor-to-ceiling length, showing us a view of the mountain Etna. Crazy Volcano that I feared would wipe the entire Island if we weren’t careful. We weren’t too close to it of course, but hell, that shit was unpredictable.
“Si,” I replied, weaving my hands around her waist. “That’s the only thing I fear right there. Stares back in my eyes every fucking time I look at it.”
“Oh shush,” she mumbled, sagging against me as my thumbs played with the undersides of her breasts through her dress. She wore a blue short gown that billowed around her gently. I hated and loved the dress at the same time. I was used to her tight seductive outfits that tend to do my head in.
Seeing her in an outfit that barely revealed the shape of her body was fucking teasing. I wanted to pull it taut against her or hell, rip it off and bare that delectable body for me to see.
“We can watch the view later,” I murmured against her neck, placing soft kisses against the smooth length. Her head inclined to the side, giving me all the access I need. “What do you want to do in Sicily?”
“What?” She sighed.
“We could go sightseeing or shit like that,” I said and felt her still against me in surprise. “Raise your hands, I need to get this gown off you.”
“Sightseeing? Really?” She asked but complied with my order.
“Why? Think I’m pulling your legs again?”
Fuck me, I thought as I tossed the dress aside. She was dressed in the most flimsy underwear I had ever seen. Gold-colored bra cups barely covered her heaving plums. Her ass, tanned beautiful cheeks jiggled lightly with each movement she made.
Raven, ah such a name did not suit her now, did it? She deserves a stronger name considering how mad she drove me every fucking time. Starved, I reached for the clasps behind her and watched in temporary satisfaction as her mounds spilled free, thick mauve nipples begging to fill my mouth.
Trying to slow down my breathing, I tore off my shirt and reached for them from behind her, pressing her back against my chest.
“Oh my God, Luciano, don’t stop doing that,” She moaned when my thumbs captured her nipples.
Fuck I didn’t plan to. I didn’t want to stop. She drove me fucking crazy and I had to be insane because I wanted it.
“She knows you’re in the mafia,” Giorgia’s text flashed through my head and I pinched the maples hard.
Raven cried out, arching her back, writhing in pleasure and pain.
“That’s it, baby,” I urged. “You like that?”
“Fuck yes please,” she cried, pushing her breasts further into my hands.
Good girl. I pinched and rubbed at the nipples, watching the look of pleasure spread all over her face. Listened to her cries for more.
“You want more?” I mumbled, pulling away. “You’ll have to work for it, Cara,”
“How?” She cried, bothered that I wasn’t touching her again. Fuck she was as crazy about me as I was about her. That was mildly relieving.
I walked to the gigantic bed that lay in the middle of the room and sat on it. “Come here,”
Her long as-heaven legs carried her toward me until she stood a few meters away. I crooked the strap of her panties with my finger and pulled her closer.
“Take it off, Cara. I want to see you.” I mumbled, staring up into her hooded green eyes.
Blood rushed through my head until I felt so fucking light-headed as I watched her turn her back to me and pull down her panties, revealing her sweet, pink, wet willing-
“Fuck Raven, come here. Now!” I growled.
In a flash I had her on her back, her caramel blonde hair spilled all over the white bed sheet. Her tanned golden skin contrasted against the sheets and hell, she looked like a goddess. A goddess I badly wanted to devour.
“Cara,” I panted, yanking off my pants until I was as bare as she was. “Would you reconsider-”
Her head shook rapidly and I had the crazy urge to break something. I wanted her! This was madness. She was there, lay sprawled before me, wet and aching, and fuck I was not made of fucking steel!
“Raven, fuck, please,” I groaned, spreading her thighs apart. Holding her hooded gaze, I slipped my fingers over her core and watched her arch her back, eagerly offering herself up. “I swear it’ll feel better than my fingers. Fuck baby, just give it up.”
“N-No,” She moaned.
I ought to punish her. I should remove my fingers and watch her beg for it. But fuck I needed to see her explode. I wanted to hear her cry my name over and over, remind her who owned her. Who she belonged to.
She was mine. Fucking mine and no one else.
“You’ll beg for it soon,” I told her, burying my fingers deep within her. As she cried and writhed from my ministrations, I leaned over her to take her nipples into my mouth. “I’ll make you beg Cara,”
“No,” she panted, crying with each thrust.
I watched as she exploded a few minutes afterward. Furious at myself and her, I stormed to the bathroom to have a cold ass shower. When I stepped out, she had fallen asleep.
I changed my clothes and made to leave but stopped in my tracks. I was mad at her, yes but fuck I couldn’t leave without ensuring she was comfortable.
I walked back to bed, tucked her in properly, and stroked her forehead lightly before leaving. Outside the door stood Enzo.
“Assign men to watch the door. Make sure she never leaves until I return.”
“Yes boss,” he replied. “All the Underbosses and Consigliere are assembled.”
“Good,” And now, it was time to get back to business.
***
The room used for meeting with the bosses was a dining hall. Along the long table were twelve chairs with all of them occupied. I had six Consiglieres, counsellors to the mafia and watchers as well as six Underbosses all seated according to their ranks.
“Boss!” They all saluted in Italian when I walked into the dining hall and took my place at the head of the table.
“You may sit,” I ordered, beginning the meeting.
“It’s nice to see you again boss,” Marco, one of the Underbosses remarked with a chuckle. “I have heard rumors that you came with an American angel. She must be a gem.”
“I suppose rumors do travel wide and far, doesn’t it?” I said dryly.
“Puglia isn’t very far when you consider cell phones,” Marco replied. He had always been a snarky one. But he did his job well. Puglia division had always had issues with cooperating with the directions from Sicily, but under his administration, he had managed to make them docile.
“She must not be as precious as you all believe,” Giuseppe, a Consigliere and one of the oldest members of the mafia commented. His beady black eyes met mine and I grinned.
“You’re the only one as usual who has seen through my plan,” I said. “Ah Giuseppe, I have not missed you one bit.”
“Neither have I, Marmocchio. Who are you trying to mislead this time?”
Everyone stared at me and a chuckle slipped from my lips. That was the thing with family, wasn’t it? Fooling them was never easy.
“The Carabinieri,” I replied.
“The police? Why?” Luca asked. He sat closest to me, his blue eyes glinting dangerously.
“Calm down, Fratello. They’ve been on my tail since I stepped on Sicilian soil. They must have known I was arriving today. Someone’s been giving them tips.”
“So why did you bring the lady?” Marco asked.
“To throw them off my scent,” I replied. “The Castello are here in Sicily. I will need your help to destroy them from the source. However, I cannot do that effectively with the Carabinieri on my fucking tail.”
“So you want to trick them?” Giuseppe asked and I nodded.
“Raven will serve as a buffer. I intend for news to spread far and wide that Luciano Moretti came with a woman, make it seem like I’m showing her the soil I came from-”
“That you’re besotted!” Luca exclaimed.
“Si,”
“I see,” Marco mumbled. “That throws the Carabinieri off our case and we can worry only about the Castello.”
“Si,”
“Does that mean she’s up for grabs after this?” Marco asked, a glint in his eyes. And even though I knew he was simply trying to bait me, I looked him dead in the eyes and replied.
“It would be the last thing you do.”