Page 51 of Empire of Seduction (New York State of Mafia #2)

A minute or two later I wedged a second finger, then held still to give her time to adjust. Fucking a woman in the ass took patience and planning—two things I excelled at—and I never rushed this part.

Even though my cock was screaming for relief, begging for friction, I went slowly. The end result was always worth it.

She began grinding on me, her thighs trembling, and then her muscles tightened.

Her body clenched around me and I dimly heard her shouts as I continued to lash her clit with my tongue.

When her contractions slowed, I eased up, gentling my movements and withdrawing my fingers.

Then, while she was relaxed, I rubbed the blunt end of the plug against her ring of muscle, all still nuzzling her clit.

She sighed. I pushed the end inside, not going deep.

From there, I advanced, retreated, advanced a bit more.

Cazzo, I loved the little sounds she made in her throat, like she couldn’t help herself. My brave, beautiful angel.

After what seemed like forever, it was completely in, the silicone stretching her. I tapped it, vibrating the piece inside her, and she gasped. “Fuck, Vito. What are you doing to me?”

I lapped up more of her juices. “Do you like it?”

“It’s a weird kind of pressure, but I-I can’t think straight. I think I like it.”

“You think?” I fluttered my lips over her clit and her moan echoed off the ceiling.

“Oh, god. I need . . . I need to come. To fuck. Something .”

Not yet. I wanted her to move around and feel the plug brushing her insides. “Take off the rest of my clothes. Get me naked.”

Slowly, she crawled off me and edged off the mattress. “Wow, that’s . . . ” She rested her hand on my thigh, head hanging down as she panted. Her skin was flushed, her clit engorged from my mouth. “Wow.”

“Tell me, bella. Tell me what you feel.”

“I can’t describe it. I’m dying, burning up. I want to both keep it in and push it out at the same time.”

She removed my trousers and briefs, then stripped off each of my socks. Her expression was slack, her eyes hooded, and she moved like she was in a trance. Dio, this woman. I would sell everything, give it all away, if I could see this look on her face every day.

Without being prompted, she leaned over and swallowed the head of my cock, engulfing me in tight heat. My back bowed as lust shot through me. “Fuck!” I hissed and strangled the bedsheets with my fingers.

She hummed, sending little vibrations through me, and I could feel my control slipping, my plan unraveling. I longed to hold her down and shove my dick inside her. But she wasn’t ready, so I inhaled and tried to remain calm.

“That’s it, amore,” I told her, pushing her hair back so I could watch. “Get me nice and ready to take your ass. I can’t wait to be inside it.”

She stroked the base with her hand and swirled her tongue over my crown. I loved seeing her suck on my dick. Next time, I was getting my phone and recording this.

Pausing, she panted around me, her hot breath coating my shaft. “I can’t take it. I’m ready, baby. I’m so ready.”

My lips curled. I knew she’d eventually want it.

Sliding my hands under her shoulders, I lifted her up so I could kiss her.

She stretched out on top of me and moved her hips like she was trying to get my cock inside her pussy.

I held her still and continued to eat at her mouth, thrusting my tongue against hers.

“Please,” she broke off to whine. “I’m dying.”

“Is that how you ask?” I slid my lips and tongue over her collar bone. “You know what I want to hear.”

“I’m yours. Please, fuck me.”

“Slowly, amore,” I whispered. “Beg me to fuck your ass.”

“Oh, god.” She ground her pelvis into my cock, but the movement must’ve caused the plug to shift, as well. Whimpering, she did it twice more. “Please, Vito. Fuck my ass. Please .”

“In Italiano. ‘Per favore, Vito. Scopami il culo , per favore.’”

She shook her head, but rushed out the words. “Per favore, Vito. Scopami il culo, per favore.”

Fuck, those words! My balls were heavy, my groin tight.

I couldn’t torture either of us any longer.

Rolling over, I got her on her hands and knees, snatched up the bottle of lube.

I slicked myself up, then removed the plug.

Took a second to drizzle more lube around her ring of muscle and smooth it in, my cock throbbing in time with my heartbeat.

Grabbing my shaft, I lined up and said, “Push out.”

She did as instructed and my head slipped in. Scalding heat choked my tip and I had to clench my jaw to keep from coming. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from that tight hole and how it grasped me to pull me in tighter. “Fuck,” I ground out. “You feel so fucking good.”

I added more lube, slid in deeper. Withdrew a bit, advanced.

She wouldn’t let me go slow, though. She began rocking back, driving me past her body’s natural resistance.

Soon our hips met and I was all the way inside.

I couldn’t remember it ever feeling this perfect before.

Her compliance, winning her over . . . This felt like the sweetest victory.

“There, amore.” I smoothed my palm down her back. “I’m all the way in. You’re so good for me. So sweet, angioletto mio.”

“It doesn’t hurt.” She dropped onto her forearms and rested her head on them. “I can’t believe it, but all I feel is pressure.”

“Rub your clit for me. I’m going to fuck you and make you feel even better.”

When her hand snaked between her legs, I grabbed her hips and began a steady, deliberate back and forth rhythm, letting her feel every millimeter.

I closed my eyes briefly as I sank in, the sensations coursing through me indescribably good.

Euphoria filled every part of my body, my teeth buzzing with it.

I felt invincible, like I was high. I never wanted this to end.

I looked down as my dick disappeared inside her hole, and my chest swelled with pride and emotion. I was in awe of this woman. Every time with her was better than the last. How was she doing this to me? I supposed it didn’t matter. Whatever her secret, I was never giving her up.

“Harder, baby. I’m so close.”

I thrust harder. She needed to come in the next few seconds because I was not going to last. I grabbed the back of her neck and held her down on the mattress. “Oh, shit,” she whispered. “I love . . . when you do that. Fuck! ”

Her muscles clenched around me, her limbs trembling as she convulsed, and her orgasm triggered my own.

I felt my balls contract just before a white-hot blast caused spots to dance before my eyes.

Jets of come shot out the head of my cock into her ass, and I shoved deeper, trying to get all the way inside.

“Take all of it. Every last drop, amore mio.”

It went on and on until I sagged, spent. I was wrung out. Dizzy and destroyed.

And I was very, very in love with this woman.

I couldn’t stop kissing her in the shower. She was soft and sweet, my favorite, clinging to me as we stood pressed together in the steam. I cleaned us both, then dried her off and settled her in bed.

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked as I pulled on pajama bottoms.

“To get us water and food.” I slipped on my glasses to better see her. “Any requests?”

“Just you, in those glasses. Goddamn, Vito. You look so fine right now.”

“I meant to drink or eat,” I said as I walked out of the room.

“So did I!” she called from the bed—and a grin stretched across my face.

The kitchen was quiet, so I could think as I prepared a snack for two.

I hadn’t meant to fall in love with Maggie but, now that I had, my plans needed to be adjusted.

There was moving her to Toronto and reorganizing our security.

Making room for her in my life. She would wish to remain involved in the winery, so how could I assist her in working remotely?

Maybe she could fly back a few days every month.

She’d need a car, armed guards. An allowance. I’d help her build a life here, near mine. A life with burgers and concerts and nights on the terrace . . . I could hardly wait.

But I couldn’t broach the subject yet, not until I had everything ready for her.

I had to present a plan, not rattle off some midnight pillow talk.

Leaving her life behind was a big ask and I didn’t want to give her a chance to say no.

So I needed to create an incentive package too irresistible to refuse.

When I returned to the bedroom a flash went off. I froze and blinked. Maggie was taking photos of me on her phone. “Che cosa, bella?”

“For later. Here, put that tray down and let me get one more.”

“No.” I continued to the bed, but she was still taking photos. “Stop that.”

“Let me objectify you, please? Per favore, bello?”

The use of my language did it. Sighing, I rested the tray on the bed and looked at the camera. I even gave her the hint of a smile.

“Wow.” She snapped a few more, then finally put her phone down. “You are so photogenic. If this mafia thing doesn’t work out, you should consider modeling.”

“I’ll keep this in mind,” I drawled and dragged the tray closer to her.

We ate while she told me stories about her childhood at the winery, happy memories of her father and grandfather.

I soaked all of it in, every bit of information about her past. Her life had been so different from mine.

Both of us were bound by familial legacy, but one created and nurtured while the other destroyed and killed.

“Did you ever want to do anything else?” I asked when we were finished eating and tucked under the covers. “Did you ever imagine another life?”

“Nope.” She curled closer to me and rubbed her toes on my shins. “I always dreamed of running the winery. Of course, I thought I would have my dad around to help but . . . ” She lifted her shoulder, but I could see the streak of pain in her eyes.

I stroked her bare hip. “They died when you were in high school?”

“Senior year. A freak car accident on wet pavement. They swerved to avoid hitting a motorcyclist and my dad lost control of the car. They hit a tree. My dad was killed instantly. Mom lingered for a few hours in the hospital, so at least I got to say good-bye to her.”

“I am very sorry, bella.”

She drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “It hasn’t been easy. Therapy helped. And having Mikey helped. My aunt stayed with us for a few years, too, and she was a godsend.”

I gave her a kiss, telling her without words how strong, how resilient I thought she was. “I’m very proud of you, angelo mio.”

“Why?” A laugh emerged from her lips, but it held no mirth. “The winery was failing, we have a virus I didn’t catch, and my brother developed a gambling problem that I didn’t notice. I’m pretty much a disaster.”

“No, Maggie. The problems we face, the challenges we encounter do not make us failures. They make us stronger. And you are one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.”

“Thanks, baby,” she whispered and kissed me again. “What about you?” she asked when we finally pulled apart. “Did you ever want to do anything else?”

“It wouldn’t have mattered. My father would not have allowed it. In my world family is everything.”

“What was he like?”

That question was a deep well inside me, filled with so much pain and anger. Hurt and loneliness. I found it better not to examine it too closely. “A cruel man. No one in our home escaped his wrath.”

“Was he abusive?”

“Yes, mostly to my mother when she was alive. Then Enzo. My older brother protected me and Massimo from the worst of it.”

“That must have been awful. I’m so sorry.”

I lifted a shoulder. “My father thought he was preparing us for a dangerous, cruel life. In some ways, he wasn’t wrong.”

“That doesn’t excuse it. And what of your poor mother? She didn’t deserve that.”

No, she hadn’t. “Enzo fought our father on her behalf. He tried to stop the worst of it when he could, but she ended her life shortly after Paloma was born. I was eight, mostly too young to understand.”

Maggie wrapped an arm around me and held me closer. “Oh, my god. How sad.”

It was sad, but that was life. I never blamed my mother. I hoped she’d finally found peace somewhere.

“Is this why you don’t want to get married?” Maggie eased back to see my face. “Why you wear the wedding band?”

I owed her the truth after all this time. “No, not entirely. I proposed to a girl when I was seventeen.”

Her body went stiff as her gaze searched mine. “You did?”

“I did. Her name was Simona and I was in love with her. Her family was poor, not anything like mine, but I didn’t care. I was going to marry her.”

“But you said you’ve never been married. So, what happened?”

“My father wouldn’t hear of it. And he decided to prove that Simona only wanted me for the money, the position.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask, but how did he do that?”

“Not very original, but he told her I’d be cut off. Said she could take a check from him and disappear, or marry me and live in poverty.”

“My god, it’s like something out of a Jane Austen novel. Let me guess? She chose the check.”

“She did.”

“What an asshole,” she spat instantly. “And your dad was definitely a dick for doing that—but it sounds like he saved you from a miserable marriage.”

I shrugged. “I suppose.”

“Vito.” Maggie squeezed my face in her hand and shook me gently. “A woman who takes money instead of you? Please. She didn’t deserve you.”

“This is nice of you to say,” I murmured before pressing a quick kiss to her mouth.

“So the wedding band was a way of, what? Protecting yourself from getting involved again?”

It sounded silly to hear her say it, but it was true. “It was always easier that way. What I do is dangerous and anyone in my world is at risk. I never wanted anyone to get too close.” I flicked her a glance through my lashes. “Until you.”

She bit her lip and we stared at each other.

Emotions flickered through the depths of her brownish-green gaze and no doubt mine reflected the same.

Fear and uncertainty, but also hope, like we were on the edge of something neither one of us understood.

My chest expanded with it, and for the first time I could see my future staring back at me.

Here was the person who understood me, who complimented me.

Who was strong enough to withstand whatever was thrown in our direction.

The other half of my very soul.

“You’re going to make me cry,” she said, her lip trembling. “And I hate to cry.”

“Don’t cry, amore.” I leaned in to nibble at her lips with mine. “I don’t like to see you sad.”

“I’m not sad. I’m the opposite of sad. I’m so happy right now.” She removed my glasses and put them on the nightstand. Then she drew closer and draped her leg over my hip. “You make me happy, Vito.”

The sense of rightness settled over me again, and I kissed her until we both fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.