Begging… no, demanding my attention.
With my eyes locked on his, I slowly lick the pre-ejaculate that drips from his end. Hmm. Tastes good.
He hisses in appreciation. “Yes, Olivia.” His hand moves to the back of my head to hold me in place as his instincts take over. He wants in my mouth.
He wants it all in my mouth.
He grabs his dick at the base and brushes his end over my parted lips. He’s taunting himself, watching his cock with dark eyes as it brushes over me.
I smile up at him. He motions to push himself into my mouth and I tighten my lips. “Not yet,” I whisper.
I begin to fist him hard and fast, and he inhales sharply as he watches on. He pushes on the back of my head. He wants in.
I lick up his thick shaft, and his eyes roll back in his head. This is the best part about giving head: the anticipation.
Putting him through hell until I decide when he can have it.
“What do you want, baby?” I whisper.
“Suck me.”
I run my lips over his end, and he grabs the back of my head. I push back and resist.
“Ol-iv-i-a,” he purrs.
I take just his tip in my mouth, and I flick my tongue back and forth. His head tips back and he moans.
I smile around him. God, I love this. I love bringing him undone.
Never have I felt more powerful than when I am on my knees in front of Enrico Ferrara. The world stops. There is nothing else but his cock and my mouth.
I own him when I’m here and he knows it.
I take him deep into my mouth and I feel his legs nearly buckle beneath him. He instinctively pushes on the back of my head and I gag around him as his cock closes over my throat. I give him a subtle shake of my head.
“Too deep,” I moan.
His hands tighten in my hair as he struggles to regain control over himself. His chest rises and falls as he gasps for breath.
I continue to suck and lick to the sounds of his soft moans. He loves this.
This is his thing. Just five minutes ago he was ready to kill someone. I smile at the thought.
My mouth is Enrico Ferrara’s form of Xanax.
I suck harder and harder as I begin to fist him. He clenches and hisses, and then drags me to my feet before he throws me on the sofa. He flips me over so that I am on my knees, and he drags me to the edge of the seat. He lifts my skirt, pulls my panties to the side, and in one motion, he slides in deep.
I moan out in appreciation.
With his hands griped firmly on my hips, he pulls out slowly to let me get used to him. No matter how aroused he is, he never forgets his size and the real possibility that he could hurt me.
His hand roams over my back, and he grabs a handful of my hair to pull me back onto him. My neck stretches back toward his vice-like grip.
My eyes roll. God, I love it when he dominates me like this. He pulls out slowly and pushes in again.
And then he slams home hard.
The air is pushed from my lunges, and I cry out. His hand drifts to my shoulders as he pushes them down. He wants my ass in the air.
Total domination.
With my face pushed down into the sofa, he begins to ride me hard.
Our skin slapping together echoes around the room, and my eyes dart to the front door. Good God. At least ten men stand just on the other side of it.
Can they hear us?
He begins to pant, and I close my eyes and clench in a rhythm around him.
A move that I know drives him to the point of no return.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” he growls. “Come.” He pumps me hard. “I can’t stop. You need to come.”
I smile against the cushion. He can’t stand the thought of coming first. It’s his worst nightmare.
God, I love this man.
“Olivia!” he cries as he completely loses control. “Now. Fucking now.”
I clench and spiral hard as his deep guttural moan fills the room. He pumps me full of his semen. I can feel the heat as it leaves his body and enters mine. He moves me slowly to completely empty himself, and then he lifts me and falls onto the sofa in a seated position. He pulls me over him to straddle his lap. He slides his cock deep back into my body and kisses me softly.
This is the time that I love.
No matter how hard we fuck, no matter how animalistic we get with each other,
after we’re finished, he always puts himself back into me in a missionary position so he can kiss me.
Just him, me, and the love that we share. A perfect moment of clarity between us.
A tenderness that we only get from each other.
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips. My heart constricts.
Now… it’s time.
I pull back from our embrace. “Rici,” I whisper. “Ti amo.”
He smiles softly.
“I’m pregnant.”
His face falls.
“I don’t know how it happened, or if the timing is right.”
His eyes search mine.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, suddenly nervous.
He grabs me, pulls me to him, and he buries my head into his neck. “Of course, it’s okay, my love.” He pulls me back so he can see my face. “Are you sure?”
“I did a pregnancy test and it came back positive.”
His face breaks into a breathtaking smile. His eyes are filled with tears. “I love you so much, Olivia.” He kisses me. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. A child… your child,” he whispers in awe.
“Our child.” I smile softly.
His face falls, as if he’s suddenly remembering something. “Oh dear God.”
“What?”
“I was so rough just now.” His hand goes to my stomach. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
I smile to myself. Never would I have imagined he would be worried about having rough sex.
“You were perfect. We are perfect.”
His hand spreads over my stomach and we both stare down at it.
A baby. Our baby.
So, so precious.
Jennifer
I put the earpiece into my ear and stare at the computer screen in front of me. “Are we on?” I ask.
The screen rolls and then flips open. I can see the six people on the other end of the conference call. The Carabinieri-the ones who assigned me to this mission-is made up of five men and one woman. They are the team who are determined to bring the Ferrara reign over Italy to an end.
“Hello, Jessica,” Alexander says.
It’s nice to be addressed by my real name for a change. I’ve never worked undercover before. It’s felt weird being called Jennifer all the time.
“Hello.” I smile. We have these phone conferences every two to three days. Today I’m excited. I have new information.
“How’s everything going?” Smithson asks.
“Great. I’ve made some progress since we last spoke.”
“How so?”
“Enrico and Olivia just became engaged. I pretended that I’m an event planner, which led to Olivia asking me to help her with the engagement party.”
“That’s fantastic.” Alexander smiles. “Great work. We need to plant bugs throughout the house as soon as possible. Did you manage to plant one in Olivia’s handbag yet?”
“No, unfortunately I haven’t been left alone with it long enough. Her friend Natalie was at the table when we had a coffee. It’s ready and waiting, though, so as soon as I get her alone, I’ll activate it. I’ve started wearing a body wire in case she slips up in general conversation. She knows everything. She’s no dummy.”
“Good, more than ever we need intel. We are so close to bringing him down-closer than ever before.”
“Has something new happened?”
“Yes.” They flick up the screen in front of them and a series of images. “Have you seen this man before?”
I study the images of two men having coffee in what looks like a café. “One looks familiar. The one with the lighter hair.”
“Yes, you would have seen him at times with Olivia. His name is Sergio Morelli. In the past, he’s been the kingpin in the narcotics arm of Ferrara. Ten years ago, he started out as the hitman for Stephano, but his business brain soon got him a promotion. He ran the Sicily and Roma cocaine circuit for years. We haven’t had any new intel on the drug situation for over eighteen months-not since Enrico took over. Not until this week.”