Page 18 of The Mastermind (Mafia Rivals #1)

CESARE

Fuck me.

Fuckmefuckmefuckme.

My blood rushed so fast south it left me lightheaded and ridiculously grateful I was propped up against the side of her bed. Otherwise I would’ve folded like a soft pretzel at the sight of Maddelena Mancinelli splayed on the rumpled sheets like my every Christmas and birthday wish rolled into one.

Her shapely legs hadn’t fallen open and she’d kept them tucked together – much to my regret – when I’d tumbled her backwards. But she wasn’t rushing to cover up her tits in some overblown display of coyness.

So I could feast on those glorious blush-rose peaks, caught in the vicious teeth of arousal heightened even more by the mix of innocence and siren.

She gnawed on her bottom lip as she watched me with those wide, sexy, alluring dark blue eyes.

‘Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are? How insane it drives me to want you like this?’

She made another of those infuriatingly sexy sounds, a cross between a whimper and a moan.

Her supple thighs rubbed together and her nipples tightened, straining harder, and so damn gorgeous my mouth watered.

Lowering a hand to my fly, I gripped my cock, grimacing, when I felt a spurt of pre-cum dampen my sensitive crown.

My irritation with the hacker’s silence had driven me from bed an hour ago.

Coupled with Narciso snatching another pole position, frustration had bubbled over and I’d been driven from my suite when my prowling had got on my own nerves.

I’d left my hotel room with no particular destination in mind until I’d found myself in her hotel lobby.

I’d thought, fuck it, if I was suffering, she needed to suffer too. And possibly give me some answers, including why her sister, the one with the shadowy history, was in Baku City. There were whispered rumours about Sofiya Mancinelli that warranted we keep a sharper-than-normal eye on her.

And I’d handed that task over to Rafaelle.

I couldn’t deny that my head had driven me here as much as my cock even though I hadn’t thought our conversation would end this way. Although if I was being honest, the second I saw she was naked under the covers, a substantial part of my brain had leaked out of my ears.

I gripped my dick again and reached for my fraying control. ‘Open your legs, bedda mia . Show me that pussy I’ve waited a fucking decade and a half to see,’ I grunted like a heathen.

Her eyelashes fluttered, her eyes drifting down to half-mast. I realised she was staring at the hand I was stroking over my cock, those puffy lips still caught between her teeth.

She wanted me, but she was fighting her instinct, her reality.

I almost felt sorry for her because I was in the same position. For whatever reason, the cosmos had decided that Maddelena Mancinelli and I would be furnace-hot for each other without considering the potential consequences.

And fuck me, right in this moment, neither was I.

My breath strangled in my lungs as she slowly, excruciatingly, parted her beautiful legs.

My first sighting of her pussy made me want to recite every gratitude Sunday school prayer I had learnt. She was beautiful. Her slit was wet and pink, the thin triangle of hair above it neatly trimmed. Saliva surged in my mouth with the need to taste. To devour.

She stopped when her knees were a half foot apart. I fought the feral urge to grip them and nudge them wider. To keep going until she was fully exposed to my hungry gaze. But I took it slow, dragging my fingertips from her ankles to her calves to circle the top of her knees and back again.

She squirmed in the bed, her eyes darting between my fingers, my face, and my cock.

On my next circuit, I trailed my fingers down the middle of her upper thighs to the curve of her hip. A soft moan popped out, and I had to clench my teeth to stop from falling on her and taking, taking, taking .

She was so fucking soft, her creamy skin like a warm lure of silk. I had the insane notion that I could stroke her skin forever.

Her belly dipped beneath my exploration and then quivered as I circled her belly button on my way up to the bottom curve of tits I’d touched once and spent fucking years dreaming about.

Her heart thrummed beneath my fingertips as I splayed them over her flesh.

‘Your heart is racing, bedda ,’ I muttered. ‘Out of fear or excitement, I wonder?’

Tiny sparks lit the eyes that flicked up at me. ‘I’m not afraid of you,’ she whispered huskily.

I smiled. ‘No? Perhaps that’s where we’ve all gone wrong?’

I closed my hand over the firm mound of her right breast, unable to stop the thick groan that left my throat at the sublime feel of her.

It was the perfect, glorious handful, but I knew if I gave in to the urge to taste them, there would be no walking away. So I toyed with her nipple, gloried in the arch of her back as she continued to squirm beneath me.

With my other hand, I pried her knees further apart, then when she gave another of those delicious sounds, I straightened, my brain rebelling against depriving myself of those beautiful tits.

Instead, I dropped my gaze between her thighs and groaned again. ‘You’re so fucking wet. Is this what you needed? Did you slide into bed naked so you could tend to this naughty little pussy?’

The blush creeping up her neck into her face, and the slide of her gaze away from me, told me the truth. I laughed. ‘I’ll put that on the list of things you will do for me while I watch, Maddelena,’ I vowed.

‘It’s almost funny how you think I’ll just fall in line with whatever you want?’ she dared.

I dragged my eyes from the mouthwatering cunt to her flushed face. A part of me loved that she was mouthy. That she didn’t know when to back down, even as her hips rolled in search of relief. It sure would make for some interesting clashes ahead.

‘Fall in line or not, I’m going to eat this beautiful pussy now, and you’re going to let me, aren’t you, bedda mia ?’

Her face contorted a little as she fought with herself and lost the battle, a moan overtaking her as I closed my hands over her delicate ankles, yanked her to the end of the bed, then trailed my fingers down her inner thighs and stopped short of my main goal.

‘Beg for it, Maddelena.’ My voice was a fucking mess, my cock screaming for relief. Relief I planned on denying it, much to my own dismay.

At her stubborn silence, I dropped to my knees, my hunger building so wild that I feared for my own sanity. I channelled all that into depositing kisses along the same path my fingers took, then taking a huge, gulping, sniff of the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen.

‘Fuck, you smell incredible. You’ll taste even better, I bet.’ I dropped a whisper of a kiss on her mound. She jerked then made a sound of frustration. ‘But you don’t get to come until you beg for it.’

‘Cesare…’

‘That’s a start.’

Her eyes squeezed tight. ‘Fuck you.’

‘And here I thought we were making such wonderful progress.’

‘Fuck. Please,’ she whispered, almost inaudibly.

I could’ve insisted for more, made her scream the word until her throat hurt.

But I was at breaking point, the need to throw the last dregs of common sense out the window and fuck her into that bed until we both passed out so damned insistent that I intended on rewarding myself twice as much for clinging to the plan firming at the back of my mind.

So I thumbed her neat little slit open, groaned at the tiniest hole I’d ever seen on a woman, and gave in to the feral urge.

Predictably, she tasted fucking heavenly.

Ambrosia mixed with the faintest tartness that reminded me of the limoncello I’d overindulged in one summer in Sicily. I’d paid the price for it, as I suspected I would pay the price for my obsession with Maddelena’s beautiful cunt.

But now, as I did back then, I had no intention of stopping, no intention of holding myself back from this sublime feast. The sound she made as my tongue flicked over her engorged clit was like the best aria from the greatest performer on earth.

I ate her out like she was my last meal and when I managed to drag my gaze from her delicious core, the sight of her heaving breasts and her open-mouthed look of wonder nearly sent me over the edge.

I circled my tongue over her tight hole, groaning deep at how tight she was. When her gasping breaths grew erratic, I knew she was close. Moving my tongue higher, I slid my middle finger inside her.

A wave of despair washed over me because, santo cielo , she was tighter than a drum.

Either naturally, or because she hadn’t indulged in a while.

The knowledge sent electricity zipping down my spine, tightening my balls with the need to fuck.

I probed her to the knuckle then, at her needy cry, I curled my finger as I flicked my tongue faster over her clit.

Wetness gushed over my finger as her hips chased her pleasure.

‘Please,’ she whispered a little louder.

‘You want to come, baby?’

This time, there was no hesitation.

Her head bobbed as she buried her fingers in my hair, her hips rolling faster.

When another wave of wetness crested my tongue, I lost it.

With uncouth desperation, I stroked her as I ate her out, a totally disarmed part of me wondering if this was the first time – after having mastered the art of cunnilingus in many backseats as a teenager without once feeling this out of control – I would blow my load just from eating a woman’s pussy.

My effort was rewarded five seconds later with the most beautiful shout before her legs closed around my ears, convulsions ripping her apart as she climaxed.

Ambrosia and tartness gushed into my mouth, and I happily devoured it, the obsession intensifying until I was lost beneath the certainty that this path I was taking would define me in ways I couldn’t name.

But hell if I was going to step off it.

Maddelena

Holy mother of all holies.

The symphony of light and colour that had accompanied the best orgasm of my life trailed away, and I fought to pry open my eyes. When my weak efforts resisted, I allowed myself another half minute. Just to breathe.

To contain my wonder before I came across like the absolute ingenue I felt right now. But I couldn’t help but be awed by what had happened.

No one had gone down on me like that.

And I had the strongest suspicion that the set of circumstances that had brought me here to this moment meant that no other experience could match it. I almost regretted that, but the tiniest sliver of common sense finally kicked in.

I opened my eyes and saw Cesare rising to his feet. His mouth glistened with my juices, and the bulge behind his fly was even thicker. My mouth watered.

Whether regret would come in the morning or I would accept this as the culmination of what had started in that warehouse, I refused to contemplate right now.

If this was to be a one-and-done thing – and I failed to see how it couldn’t without all-out war breaking out between our families; hell, even this risked everything – then I planned on being fully present, on holding back the fallout for as long as possible.

So when Cesare leaned over me, fusing his mouth with mine in a filthily melding of lips and tongue and the taste of my surrender, I moaned like a whore in church, raised my arms and wrapped them around his neck.

He lifted me like I weighed nothing, the punishing regime required to maintain the optimal physique of a Formula One race driver on full display. Without breaking the kiss, he resettled me against my pillows.

Then he stepped back, a pained expression on his face, and… pulled the covers over my body.

I blinked in confusion as he took several more steps back, even though his gaze remained pinned feverishly on me.

He was leaving?

The question must have shown on my face. One corner of his mouth lifted, but then a ping from his pocket distracted him.

He reached for his phone, and whatever he saw on there hardened his face. He turned away, then paused to look me over once more.

Vulgar hunger mingled with cold fury before he throttled it. ‘To be continued, duci belleza . That you can count on.’