Page 150 of Dirty Mafia King

Though no one was aware the proud old man had cancer.

“Something has to get you in the end,” Bastian informed me when I teared up at the news. Yet he’s not indifferent to Don Lucchese’s struggle. When no one is watching, sadness fills his expression.

Oddly enough, he hasn’t warned me about pleasing Don Lucchese. I approached Bastian once, after the flight took off, about how best to respond to wedding questions. But he shut me down with a scowl and proceeded to ignore me. Or pretended to—like I didn’t catch his subtle glances from beneath his midnight black eyelashes.

Men fill the seats around us. Traveling with us for moral support, to wish Don Lucchese well, or to protect Bastian?

They occupy time by chatting and playing cards, while Bastian and I work in silence.

Halfway into the flight, I finish my essay. “I need to use the bathroom.” I stand and stretch then make my way toward the back of the airplane, where a bigger and more luxurious restroom is located.

I’m washing my hands when the door pushes open.

Bastian arches an eyebrow at me. “The Renaissance masters were kinsters?”

I laugh. “My paper deserves an A+, don’t you agree?”

“An A+ with a spanking,” he growls, “you dirty little girl.”

The air charges between us.

He’s not here to use the restroom. Not. At. All.“Can I help you?” I murmur.

“You can.” Pause. “Get on your knees.”

Lord, he’s bossy. I can’t scramble to my knees any faster.

He unzips his fly. “Take it out.”

I reach inside his pants and curl my fingers over his throbbing warmth. We haven’t spoken much since last night. Especially not after the news about Don Lucchese. But instead of leaving me in Rhode Island, Bastian’s taken me with him.

I’m about to make certain he’s delighted by his decision.

With my free hand, I tug his dress pants to his hips and free his fat erection. Then I stare up at him, and lick my lips.

He growls low in his throat.

“Can I please suck your cock?”

His eyes shimmer. Lord, he loves my submissive side.

“Make it good.”

I swirl my tongue across the head before licking him straight to the root.

He shifts forward on his feet.

I relax.Breathe through the nose, Alessia.

I feed him into my mouth, his weight on my tongue. Then my head shifts forward and back, each time taking him deeper until I’m crying while gagging on his cock. I keep my eyes open through all this.

Watching him come undone.

Seconds before he climaxes, he tugs my head forward.

A steady stream of come jets into my throat.

“I love how you look when I unload into you. So fucking pleased, like I’ve given you a gift.” He withdraws, and then jerks his cock a few times so the last drops of his essence coat my face.