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Dino

Dino

I don’t say anything on the way back to the hotel. She stares in front of her, and it’s clear she’s pissed at me. That’s just fine.

It’s not my job to tend to her every mood. It’s my job to make sure she’s safe. The best way to ensure that is for her to stay in the hotel while I go out and deal with Ricardo.

Once that’s done, I was thinking we should fly straight back to the States. Now, I’m thinking about maybe spending a while here, showing her the sights. Who knows when I might get to come back after this. I’ll have an empire to run.

The cab drops us off and I pay the driver a generous tip to forget he ever saw me. He knows the family code. The money will go in his pocket and no police officer will ever get as much as a hint from him that I was in his cab tonight.

I take Rose in the elevator. Once the doors close, I press up against her in the corner. She gives me a shove, but I don’t move. I look down at her, remind her of my power.

She thinks she can fight me? Can get me to change my mind just by sulking? “Get away from me,” she says, giving me another shove.

“I don’t think you want me to,” I reply, kissing her softly. She melts into my arms, and her anger is forgotten. She knows this is for the best. She knows I want to protect her. Somehow, I’m disappointed. I expected her to fight more.

As the kiss deepens, she shifts in place and then her knee is ramming up between my legs. I manage to catch it before she does too much damage, but it still winds me. She glares at me as I try to keep from yelling at her.

“Told you to keep away from me,” she says, looking like a cornered cat.

I nod. “There’s the fire I fell in love with,” I say with a smile. “Look, I meant what I said. It’s safer for you to stay here.”

“And what if you get shot? Will I be safe then?”

“I’m not going to get shot.”

“You don’t know that. You’re not invincible. What if Ricardo knows you’re coming? What if he’s got guards watching out for you?”

“I’ve dealt with tougher situations than this. I got you out of the Belucci place, didn’t I? Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“I want to trust you, but you won’t listen to me. You showed me how to shoot. Give me a gun. Let me come with you, just as backup.”

The elevator door opens. I walk out and she follows. Once we’re in the suite, she continues. “Please, Dino. You want to me trust you. Trust me. Let me come with you. Let me help.”

I think for a moment and then smile.

“What? Why are you smiling?” She still looks pissed at me .

“I’m remembering what Cam did when he came to Gordon’s Cove to look for the snitch.”

“What was that?”

“Blended in. There’s an ancient site near where Ricardo’s hanging out. If we’re lucky, we might be able to see his place from it.”

“We? As in us?”

“We get tickets to the site tomorrow and have a look around the place. I don’t stand out. I just look like a guy on his honeymoon, especially if I dress like a tourist.”

“You mean you get out of that suit for once in your life?”

“Just for the day.”

“Careful, you might like dressing in Bermuda shorts and sandals.”

“Let’s not go crazy, Rose.”

She runs over and kisses me. “Thank you for listening.”

“Just promise me one thing.”

What’s that?"

I grab her arm. “Never try to kick me in the nuts again. Got it?”

She pouts and blinks slowly. “Was I bad?”

I growl and reach behind her, spanking her ass hard a couple of times. “Very bad.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, still in that light voice. “Need to punish me?”

“On your knees. Open your mouth.”

I look at her kneeling in front of me with her tongue sticking out and I think about the plug that’s been in her ass all evening. I undress slowly, stripping out of my clothes until I’m not wearing a thing. She looks up at my body and hunger flashes in her eyes. “You were bad,” I say, stroking the shaft of my rock hard cock. “So I make a mess of you. ”

“Yes, sir,” she replies before putting her tongue out again.

I start stroking myself, not being gentle. I can’t take my time. I’m too turned on by the sight of her submitting like this. “Tits out,” I say. “Right now.”

She lifts them out of her dress one at a time, leaving herself exposed and making me harder than ever. “Hands on your head,” I say. “Don’t move until I give permission.”

I rub up and down my shaft faster and faster, feeling an orgasm getting nearer. She’s staring up at me, her tongue sticking out, the perfect submissive to my dominant nature. I feel myself on the edge so I shift my hips closer, and then it happens.

A climax hits me, and I spray all over her face. She catches most of my cum on her tongue, the rest dripping down onto her tits. It looks obscene. She looks a mess. I’ve marked her as mine and no one else ever gets to see her like this.

I like how she looks.

She keeps her tongue out. I tell her to swallow and she does. “Do not move,” I tell her.

Then, I take a shower. I leave the water running when I’m done. I come back out wrapped in a towel and find her still in position, still covered in my cum. I hold out a hand and lift her to her feet. “Now you can get clean,” I say, leading her through to the bathroom.

“Don’t I get to come?” she asks.

“When I say.”

I help her into the shower and take a cloth, wiping the last markings of me from her body. When I’m done, I shampoo her hair, taking my time watching the suds run down her tits to drip onto the floor at her feet.

I can’t wait any longer. I kneel in the shower and bury my face between her legs. I slide a finger into her and glide back and forth inside her soft interior. My tongue flicks over her clit in the same moment and I keep going like that until her moans get to the pitch I know so well by now.

I thrust a second finger into her, moving my other hand to her ass, rolling the plug around in there. Just as her orgasm is about to hit, I grip the plug by the base and thrust my fingers faster.

She comes a second later. I ease the plug from her and slide my fingers out, leaving her shaking on thin air, her hands on my shoulders to stop from falling over. “Oh, fuck,” she mutters, her body still quivering.

I stand up and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips. Then, when I’m done embracing her, which is not for a while, I take her out of the shower and get her dry. “Time for bed,” I say. “Long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

We’re in bed together in the dark not long after that. I think she’s asleep, but out of nowhere she asks, “How did you end up in the mafia?”

The dark makes the story easier to tell. “I never knew I was, not at first. My father was high up, but I didn’t know anything about it. Then we came on vacation to Rome when I was about eight and everyone was being so nice to us. I thought it was because they were just nice in Italy, but this is something else. We never had to pay for a thing. People shook our hands in the street.”

“Didn’t that feel weird?”

“I just thought it was what they did over here. Then we were in a restaurant by the Colosseum and we walked out when this guy pulled out a gun and shoved it in my father’s face, demanded his wallet. Dad never moved a muscle. Just looked up and said, “I’m Vinnie Gianni.”

“The guy turned white as a sheet. He might not have known my father’s face, but he knew his name all right. Started blabbing an apology, got down on his knees. Dad took the gun off him and gave it to me. Told me to shoot him.”

“Jesus, seriously?”

“Yep.”

“What did you do?”

“I shot him.” I don’t tell her about me crying, begging dad not to make me do it. Him whacking me over the head with the butt of the pistol, leaving a dent that’s still there today. The guy still sobbing on the floor and pleading for his life. I close my eyes and I still hear the shot. The thud of his body hitting the floor.

“He called me his good boy and when we got back to the hotel, he told me who he really was. Told me what being in the Gianni family meant. Up until then I had no idea, but I learned fast after that.

“There was this kid back in the States who’d been robbing protected stores. So I had to send out a message to let anyone else who wanted to try it know what would happen. Had to cut him up and leave the parts where they could be seen.”

“Oh, Dino.”

“That’s not the worst of it. I found out later he was robbing the stores because his mom was disabled and they had no money. With him cut up no one found her until after she’d starved to death. That was my fault.”

“It was your father’s fault.”

“He didn’t shoot the guy.”

“He told you to do it, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So how old were you?”

“Eleven. ”

“So you were a child. He should have been taking care of you, not turning you into a hitman. What would have happened if you hadn’t shot him?”

“My father couldn’t let him live. He had to send out a message. He’d have kicked the shit out of me and then had one of his capos shoot him and cut him up.”

“So the kid would have died, anyway.”

“I tried to get him to run. Told him to leave the city and never come back but he lunged at me and I had to shoot him.”

“You’re not to blame for that, Dino.” She kisses my shoulder, but I’m far away, lost in the past. I shake it off. It’s over. Done with. No need to dwell on it.

“Anyway, I found out later he was a nephew of the Beluccis and that started the feud that’s been bubbling ever since.”

She’s slipping down in the blankets. I wrap myself around her and kiss the back of her neck. “You sleep,” I whisper.

“I’m listening to you.”

“I’m done.” I close my eyes and breathe in the smell of her hair. I don’t sleep for a long time.