Page 27 of Empire of Seduction (New York State of Mafia #2)

Getting up, I went to the espresso machine and began making two cappuccinos.

This put me closer to Maggie, and I was able to brush against her as I moved around the kitchen.

She didn’t try to get out of my way, which told me all I needed to know about whether this was a one-night thing or not.

Because I very much wanted to keep her here with me while I was in town.

Maggie and my brother continued to chat about the previous evening. Maz had stayed to help clean the kitchen and hang out with the staff, which was why he was still awake at such an early hour. “You should take the night off,” Maggie told him. “Rest and relax.”

“That is a nice offer,” he said, “but I’m here to help, so I will help.”

I finished making her cappuccino, so I carried the cup over and set it down. “Drink.”

I started to move away, but she grabbed my t-shirt in her fist and held me tight.

“Grazie, Vito.” Her voice was soft and sweet, the tone that got my dick hard, and I couldn’t prevent myself from bending down and kissing her plump lips.

I heard the door close behind my brother, who finally had the good sense to follow my earlier order to go away.

I forgot about my cappuccino and deepened the kiss, melding my tongue with hers. She tasted like toothpaste and willing woman, and I began considering the height of the island and if I could fuck her right here.

Thrusting my hips, I let her feel the semi in my briefs. My brain buzzed with the need for her, responsibilities forgotten. “Get up on the island. I want to eat you out.”

She swallowed hard, but shook her head. “I can’t. I really need to get to work.” When I opened my mouth to convince her, she continued. “And I’m sore. You wore me out last night.”

Instantly, my lust died. I didn’t like the idea of her pussy hurting because of me. “What can I do?”

Reaching for her cappuccino, she said, “Short of soaking my bits in a hot bath, I just need some recovery time.”

“How long?”

Her fingertip smoothed the wrinkles on my forehead, her lips twitching in apparent amusement. “Don’t worry. It won’t be long. Te lo prometto.”

Her pronunciation was shit, but I loved that she was trying to speak my language. “I have pain reliever.”

She squinted at me, confusion lining her face. “Okay, but I hope you don’t think that’s enough. Your dick is massive, Vito.”

I sighed and drummed my fingers on the island. All of this made me unhappy. I was only here for a short time and I needed her with me as much as possible. There had to be a solution. “I’ll buy lube.”

She patted my chest. “Keep working on it, big guy. Meanwhile, I’ll be recovering for a few days.”

A few days! Che cazzo! “Bella?—”

“Why did you tell Massimo you are bringing half your men from Toronto? What will be resolved quickly?”

So she overhead. I shouldn’t be surprised, considering how small this place was.

Shifting to the espresso machine, I busied myself by finishing my cappuccino.

Telling her the truth about the Red Raiders wasn’t an option, but I had to be careful.

She was in my life, and that brought a small amount of risk with it for anyone.

Yet I didn’t want to worry her or put her in danger.

I carried my cappuccino to my seat and lowered myself down. “Maggie, it’s better if you don’t know. Most of what I do is contracts and deals, but there is a darker side, an illegal and dangerous side. I’d rather not involve you, especially because I’m only here a short while.”

She seemed to freeze, as if I’d said something wrong, but I couldn’t figure out what that might be. “Right,” she said shortly, then drank from her cup. The light in her eyes had dimmed significantly.

Getting up, she carried her mug to the sink and set it down. “Thanks for the coffee. And the toothbrush. And the clothes. I’ll get these back to you later.”

I wasn’t worried about the goddamn clothes. “There’s no need to rush off.”

“I have to get to work.” She checked the time on her phone. “I’m already an hour behind.”

She left the kitchen and went to the living room, her movements stiff, like she was irritated. Her arms full of clothing, she shoved her feet into her heels. “See you around?—”

“Stop.” The word was a sharp crack in the air.

She frowned at me over her shoulder. “I have to go, Vito.”

My frown matched hers. “It is fucking freezing outside. You are not leaving in heels, no socks and a t-shirt.”

“It’s fine. I’ll dash straight home and get dressed.”

She wasn’t listening, even after last night. “Come here.” I pointed to the floor beside my stool.

A spark flared to life in her eyes, her mouth pinching in annoyance. I wasn’t fooled, though. This girl liked my bossiness. I could see the struggle, the indecision as we stared at one another, but I would win this battle.

With a huff, she strode toward me, her chin high, then stopped beside my chair. “What is it?”

Carefully, I took the armful of clothing from her and set it on the empty stool beside me. “Angelo mio,” I crooned softly as I swept my knuckles along the soft skin of her jaw. “Who do you belong to?”

She rolled her eyes. “Are we really doing this now?”

Something happened in the last few minutes, something to upset her.

I didn’t know what, but she was as prickly as barbed wire now, instead of the sweet girl who’d thanked me for her cappuccino.

I wanted that sweet girl back. “We are doing this now. And if you don’t want me to take you upstairs and fuck your mouth until you leak tears, you will answer the question. ”

She licked her lips, her eyes going a little glassy. Dio mio , she liked that idea. My groin thickened, blood pulsing in my shaft. She’s too sore. Keep it together, D’Agostino.

Exhaling, I traced her mouth with the pad of my thumb. Her lips were swollen and soft, the flesh smooth. I thrust my thumb past them and onto her tongue. Wet warmth surrounded my skin and my body turned hot and cold at the same time. “Suck.”

She hollowed her cheeks and used her tongue, applying pressure to my thumb, her lips gripping me tightly. Fuck, that was nice. My cock was almost fully hard now, and I wished I’d had her suck me off last night. She was so fucking sexy. “Lift your t-shirt.”

There was no hesitation this time. She reached for the hem of my shirt and dragged it up to her shoulders, baring her tits to me.

With her heels on, my seated position meant my mouth was almost at nipple level, so I pulled my thumb from her lips to grab her hips, my fingertips pressing into the heavy cloth to hold her still. “Keep the shirt up. Don’t drop it.”

Leaning in, I licked her nipple, which was already puckered and ready for me.

I drew it into my mouth, the taut bud like velvet on my tongue as I suckled.

I used my teeth, scraping the sensitive flesh.

I lashed and flicked it until she whimpered.

Then I switched to the other tit and started all over again.

She was weaving on her feet, panting, her hands shaking while I continued to kiss and lick her nipple.

Maggie loved having her breasts played with, her nipples thick and sensitive.

I bet she would love clamps on them. “Your tits make me crazy,” I whispered, circling the tip with my tongue.

“I love that you don’t need to wear a bra, that I can suck on these whenever I want. ” I drew a nipple deep into my mouth.

“Oh, god,” she breathed. “Baby, that feels so good.”

Victory surged through my veins, powerful and addicting. Mio dolce angioletto , I thought as I continued to worship her breasts. She moaned and squirmed, but never dropped the shirt. I was so proud of her. She was perfect. She deserved to be rewarded.

Easing back, I patted her hip. “Pull these off. Get up on the island.”

No argument this time. She whipped off the t-shirt and shimmied out of my sweats.

In one graceful move, she hopped onto the island completely naked.

I positioned my chair between her legs and spread her wide.

“I’ll be gentle,” I promised. “But I’m going to have a shit day, so I want to smell your pussy on my face every time I take a deep breath. ”

She scooted closer to the edge and leaned back on her hands. “That’s weirdly sweet.”

I rested my forehead on her mound and inhaled, letting the scent of her arousal fill my head and my lungs. It was like a bump of coke and a hit of weed at the same time—both invigorating and relaxing. Addicting. But it wasn’t enough.

“Lie back. Put your legs over my shoulders.”

She followed directions without complaint and I shifted to get comfortable, taking in the sight of her.

Fuck, I wished I could start every day like this.

I pressed soft kisses to her slick outer lips, avoiding her entrance.

I didn’t want to hurt her, only to make her feel good.

I nibbled over the plump flesh gently, teasing, savoring, needing to draw this out as long as possible.

Her back arched when I touched my tongue to her clit, her body jumping. “Shh,” I said, rubbing her legs. “Relax. I’ll be gentle with you.”

I nuzzled the bud with my nose, then licked her a few times before sucking.

She gasped, her thighs quivering on either side of my face, and I alternated between light lashes of my tongue and hard suction.

Her clit grew hard and swollen, a gorgeous pearl in my mouth.

Her sex was slick, coated with her juices, and I lapped them up like a starving man.

The kitchen filled with the sounds we made, the smell of her surrounding me, and my length pulsed in my briefs, desperate for friction. I ignored it for now.

Making a woman come was like nothing else on earth.

I’d heard men complain it was too hard or not worth the effort, but they were idiots.

Bringing a woman to orgasm, controlling her pleasure, was incredibly satisfying.

I craved the trembles, the twitches. The way her pussy would contract.

Moans and screams she couldn’t hold back because the sensation was too much.

And with Maggie, I also craved her compliance. I liked to remind her who was in charge.

Her muscles tightened and I knew she was close. Easing back, I asked, “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she rasped.

I kissed her clit lightly, then let her feel my breath. “Say, ‘I belong to Vito D’Agositno and no one else.’”

“I belong to Vito D’Agostino and no one else.”

Madre di dio . My skin went up in flames. Surging forward, I lashed her clit, wishing I could fuck her right now. Later, I would feed my cock deep inside her and make her say those words again.

She grabbed the top of my head, fingers twisting in my hair, as her body broke. Her clit swelled and tightened in my mouth as her limbs convulsed, her thighs squeezing around my head. I didn’t fight it; I hoped she suffocated me, murdered me right here with her pussy.

When it finally ended, she sagged onto the counter, limp.

This was when she was sweetest, just after she came.

She remained motionless, a boneless heap, while I cleaned up her juices and used my tongue to get every last drop from her pussy.

I knew she was sensitive and sore, so I was careful.

My eyes nearly rolled back in my head, she was so fucking delicious.

Satisfied, I rose and gathered up my sweatpants and t-shirt.

Then I went by the door and found my running shoes as well as a jacket.

When I returned to the island, she was breathing heavily, her lashes resting on her cheeks, skin flushed in the morning light.

I stared at her for a moment, my chest expanding with an unfamiliar emotion.

This . If I had the ability to freeze a moment in time, to never forget one single detail of a memory, it would be this. I’d lived an unremarkable, violent life up to now and had earned a fuckload of money from it. Maggie felt like something I didn’t deserve, something I hadn’t planned for.

But something I was unwilling to give up.

Sono fottuto.

“Allora, bella.” I kissed her clit one last time, then eased the sweatpants over each foot, sliding them up for her. She let me, her eyes still closed, limbs sprawled out like a doll.

“I can’t move,” she murmured. “I don’t think I’ve ever come this much in my life.”

Another burst of satisfaction went through me as I patted her thigh. “Lift.” Once she raised her hips, I adjusted the sweatpants to cover her lower half. I slipped my running shoes on her feet one at a time, tying them tight to compensate for the larger fit.

I took her wrist and helped her sit up. Blinking, she waited patiently while I dragged the t-shirt over her head and fed her arms through each hole. Dressing her, taking care of her . . . Fuck , it got me even harder.

“I will set you on your feet. Hold onto me.”

She placed her hands on my shoulders and I lifted her off the island. Her arms wrapped around my waist and she rested on my chest. I smoothed her hair off her face and pressed my lips to the top of her head. “You will stay with me again tonight.”

“Okay.” Like a cat, she rubbed her cheek against my pectoral muscle. “I might still be sore, though.”

Thinking, I stared out at the deck. After she left, I would order a few things. “I don’t care. Even if I can’t fuck you, I can sleep next to you.”

“But just for a short while, right?”

I frowned at the vineyards outside the window.

What was she talking about? I meant the whole night.

Did she think I was going to let her walk across the property in the dead of night?

Even if I killed every single Red Raider today, I wouldn’t allow Maggie to traipse around here after dark, not anymore.

Before I could say anything, she eased away from me and plucked the jacket from my hands. “Thanks for that,” she said, easing into the warm coat. Then she grabbed her phone off the island and gave me a quick kiss. “See you later.”

I let her go and she disappeared outside. Yet I couldn’t move. I was missing something, I was certain of it.

But I wasn’t sure what it could be.