Men of Mayhem (58 page)

“Allegra, is anything wrong? You don’t like my touch?”

I swallowed nervously. “No. It’s not that at all. I’m just a little nervous. This is all so new.”

“There’s no need to be.” Instead of backing away, he moved closer to me in the booth, pinning me between the booth and his body. “Soon we will become one. I will take good care of you.”

I started to say I understood the arrangement, but he pressed his lips firmly to mine. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed, but I might as well have been trying to push a house. His tongue grazed my lips insistently until they parted for him and then his tongue teased mine. Caught off-guard, I moaned into his mouth as a sudden heat bloomed in my core. He pulled back, giving my bottom lip a quick nip with his teeth.

“You have a beautiful mouth,” he said. “I couldn’t resist any longer.” He moved away and signalled for the waiter.

I licked my lips, still tingling from the kiss, hating him because he’d stopped kissing me. My eyes roamed up and down his body. He was dressed all in the one colour. Pants, shirt, and jacket—all jet-black. The fine cut of the suit accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The man looked like he had just walked off a magazine cover. He was gorgeous.

Sipping my wine, I stared at him over the rim of the glass, not knowing how to strike up a conversation.

“So Allegra, tell me about yourself. Are you studying, working? What do you do in your spare time?” he asked, leaning back and surveying the way my dress rode up over my thighs when I crossed my legs.

“I’m still studying. I’m in my third year of Accounting,” I replied, gaining some confidence. “I enjoy yoga. Extensive workouts are not for me. I love to shop, like any other woman. What about you? What do you do apart from working for your father?”

“That’s about it. There’s nothing much to tell. You know my involvement in the
famiglia
is highly confidential,” he said, running his finger over his full bottom lip. I found myself wishing he would stop.

“I know.”

“I don’t have much time to socialise. The family business takes up a lot of my time. With my father so ill, I need to focus on taking over the business.”

“You don’t sound too happy about that. Does it not make you pleased to be the new Don?”

“I’m not so sure of happy, but it’s inevitable. I was born to be the Don.”

“Perhaps, once we are married, you will be happier.”

He raised a sardonic brow and quietly said, “Maybe.”

The rest of the evening seemed to go quite smoothly. We laughed while we ate and drank and I enjoyed being with him. I loosened up and ended up doing most of the talking.

“Do you feel comfortable coming home with me, to my private apartment this evening?”

As much as I wanted to say no, I found myself agreeing. I’m such a hypocrite. Fabrizio’s apartment wasn’t far, only a ten-minute drive. The apartment was a circular shape and quite modern. He took my hand and guided me through the hallway to a door, which led into the dining room. From there, he walked me through the kitchen, a spacious living room with a huge flat screen, a guest room, a guest bathroom in the hall, and a library that led back into the main foyer. He looked at me and gestured upstairs.

“I want to take you out to the balcony.” He laughed when he saw the look of shock filter across my face as he dragged me along with him.

I nodded. When he opened the doors to the balcony, I was in awe at the incredible view. I could see all the city lights of Reggio and the cool breeze and faint music I heard from the neighbouring apartment was calming. “It’s a beautiful place.”

He bowed slightly. “
Grazie.
” He looked at me and smiled, and I took a cautious step back. His smile made me feel warm and tingly.

“I thought you lived at the villa?” I asked.

“I do, but I like to have my own personal space, away from the hired help. This place belonged to my mother, so it holds a special spot in my heart. I’ve never brought a woman here, Allegra. Only you. I know this is an arrangement, but I feel a connection between us. I admit, you growing up around the
famiglia
is probably an attraction, even though you may not approve of what I do.” He turned me to look at him, his arms encircling my shoulders. “But that’s not all. I must be the craziest gangster in all of Italy because I feel you will be the one thing I need to keep me sane. And the one thing I thought I would never need.”

“Oh,” I said weakly, my nipples hardening at the thought of him having his way with me. I wanted him and he wanted me.

“I don’t think I can control myself around you any longer, Allegra.” He looked down and noticed the hard buds pressing out against the thin material of my dress. He reached out and grazed his thumb across one and I trembled. “You want me too, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” I told him in a soft voice. I looked into his eyes, feeling warmth between my thighs, his thumb tracing slow circles around my nipple. “This is insane.”

He stepped closer and leaned in, his lips inches from mine. “Life is insane.” He leaned closer and I parted my lips, eager to feel his mouth on mine again.” His lips brushed across mine, soft, like the kiss of a feather, and then he was pulling me with him back inside, leading me to a bedroom. His bedroom.

Fabrizio reached up and slid his finger across my cheek, making me tremble. “Your skin…” His finger hooked into the strap of my dress and tugged it down, exposing my bare shoulder and my white bra. His warm palm flattened against my back. “Your flawless skin.” I bit my lip as his hand slid around in a slow, gentle circle on my back.

He stepped closer, tilting my head up as he leaned lower. My heart hammered in my chest as his mouth claimed mine, his tongue dancing with mine as his hand tightened on my back, pulling me closer to him. I moaned softly as his other hand found my breast, his talented fingers pinching and pulling my nipple until it was firm.

His lips moved from mine, covering my cheek and jaw with kisses. “I can’t wait to have you
piccola mia
.” His hands slid from my breast down to the bottom of my dress, his fingers brushing softly across my leg. “You are mine.” He stared at me intently, as he slid his hand under my dress, gliding up the sensitive skin of my thigh.

“Fabrizio,” I said softly. “I…ohhh.” I closed my eyes, unable to hold back a moan as his fingers rubbed across my silky underwear.

“Shhh,” Fabrizio said. “Just relax, and I will show you pleasure like you’ve never known before.”

I writhed against him, moaning, as he rubbed my clit, my underwear getting wetter the more he rubbed. “I’ve…um…I wouldn’t know.”

His hand stilled, and his lips stopped doing the delicious thing they were doing to my neck. “You mean you’ve never known any pleasure?”

Shit.
I wished it wasn’t so dark in the room so I could’ve seen his face. I wanted to know if he was concerned or appalled. I had no way of knowing. His voice seemed merely curious.

“No,” I answered, barely above a whisper.

“Allegra, are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

I nodded.

“
Dio,
” he growled out and moved away to switch on the lights. Brightness filled the room as he flipped the light switch on. I squinted at the sudden light, surprised to see him smiling. “I can’t believe someone as beautiful as you is untouched…but I will make it worth the wait,
cara
.”

He extended his hand. I took it and with a sharp tug Fabrizio pulled me to him, sweeping me off my feet and lifting me into the air in one smooth motion, holding me tight against him. “Tonight you are
la mia
fidanzata
.” He looked into my eyes as he carried me to the bed. It was all happening so fast, I felt as if I was drowning. I could feel his heat through his shirt and jacket, and I was overcome with an intense desire to feel his flesh against mine, recalling the sensation of his hand sliding up my thigh. I licked my lips, trembling against him. He smiled at me. “Don’t be scared,
cara
, I’ll try my best to be gentle.”

Try his best? What the hell? He better fucking be gentle. I sure don’t want my first time to be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am!

Placing me gently on the bed, he looked down at me as he removed his jacket and placed it over the back of a chair. “Since this will be your first time, we will do things a bit differently. There are certain things, certain preferences I enjoy. I want to experience them all with you and teach you to enjoy them.”

I started to reply, but then he took his shirt off. My eyes were drawn to his broad, muscled chest, drifting lower and drinking in the leanness and sculpted muscle of his flat abdomen. The hard muscles of his arms made me squeeze my thighs together and groan as I watched the muscles ripple as he threw his shirt off. Then the rest of his clothes followed, until he stood there looking like a warrior clad only in his briefs.

Looking at me with an intense stare, he allowed his gaze to slide down to my hardened nipples for a moment before going lower. Could he see how wet I was? How much he turned me on? He walked to me and I couldn’t hold back a groan of desire as I watched the muscles flex in his legs. Slowly, almost against my will, my gaze climbed higher. I bit my lip, holding my breath, fear and excitement surging through me, fighting for dominance. I gasped when I saw the huge bulge in his tight boxer briefs, and I was suddenly flooded with desire. I wanted Fabrizio. I barely knew him, but I wanted him. I realised I was still dressed and reached up to remove my dress, but Fabrizio grabbed my hand. “No, allow me to unwrap you. But first you can unwrap me…if you want to.”

He stood before me, his hardness only inches from my face, and I wanted it. Looking up at him with desire, I reached for his boxer briefs as I grabbed the waistband. He smiled and nodded, and I slowly pulled his underwear down, feeling a new surge of heat between my legs as his cock sprang free. I stared at the sinewy length of him, wondering if it would fit inside me. I panicked and whispered awkwardly, “I don’t know what to do with it.”

“
Cara
, just go with the flow,” he said. “Your instinct will tell you what to do.”

I reached out with a shaky hand and tentatively touched the thick shaft before me, recoiling for a second from the heat. His flesh pulsated, hot like molten lava. I tried again and wrapped my fingers around him. It felt velvety and I slid my hand up and down his length and noticed a drop of pre-cum appear on the tip. Instinctively, I bent down and swiped at the salty, warm fluid with my tongue. He groaned and threw his head back, which only gave me more confidence to do it again.

Tightening my grip on his shaft, I began stroking faster, and I parted my lips, taking his cock into my mouth as I continued massaging his length. Fabrizio mumbled something under his breath as I began sucking him harder and stroking him faster. “
Santa
Madre di dio!
Fuck, you’re good for your first time and this is only the beginning.”

A thrill shot through me causing my nipples to harden and my clit to throb at the idea of being with Fabrizio more than once. He was my future husband and I moaned thinking about it, loving the way his cock throbbed against my tongue. “Mmm, can I—”

“No! That’s enough,” Fabrizio gasped, pulling away, breathing harshly, his eyes dark with lust. He laughed softly. “You’re going to kill me before we even get started.”

He reached down and took my hand, giving me a gentle tug. I rose to my feet. He looked into my eyes, placed his hands on my shoulders, and turned me around to face the bed. He whisked my dress off in one fluid motion and then stepped closer, pressing himself against me, and I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt his hot hardness against me.

My body quivered and I closed my eyes as he brushed my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck. His hands slid along my shoulders and his mouth moved to my left shoulder, sucking and biting, as he slid a hand across my back to my bra. His talented fingers unclasped it and my body shook as his arms snaked around me, his hands cupping my breasts. His fingers massaged through the silky fabric for a moment and then pulled the bra down off my shoulders.

“
Belissimo,”
Fabrizio murmured, pulling the bra free and tossing it on the floor.

My cheeks grew warm at his approval. I was self-conscious about my curvy body, but he made me feel beautiful. His hands cupped my breasts again, massaging them, his fingers pinching and pulling my hard nipples until I was shaking with desire. He pushed against me, grinding his hard length against my lower back. I pressed back against his arousal.

When he pulled away, I whimpered in frustration. He chuckled as his hands slowly turned me back toward him. “Don’t worry,
cara
, I just want to look at your beauty.” He drank every inch of my exposed flesh with his eyes.

I blushed, too nervous to do anything but stand before him. He closed the distance between us, taking my face in his hands, looking into my eyes.
“
We will be good together, Allegra.”

My blush deepened, then he kissed me with a passion so consuming I was weak at the knees. His tongue fought mine briefly and then he nipped at my neck and between the valley of my breasts. I trembled and gasped for breath when he covered my breasts with kisses, crying out when his lips wrapped around my nipple and sucked it into his warm mouth.