Riccardo (6 page)

Holy Jesus!
I had no idea he'd be pierced. My eyes widened at the sheer size of his cock and the piercings that had several balls on the flesh around the head. Although I took every opportunity to flirt with him, I knew that my experience with men would have no comparison to being with Riccardo. From the tense look on his face and the size of his piercings, I knew he was going to be too much to handle, but it would be a moment I'd never forget.

***

My passion escalated when he bent down to coat his fingers with some of the icing sugar and smeared it directly over my clit. Fuck. He wasn’t going to…shit, he was!

“You are sweet, Lorena, and I want to taste two of my favourite sweet things at the same time. You and
Nonna’s
doughnuts.”

“O-oh, God,” I stammered as I felt the first flick of his tongue against my nether lips. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Um…they are
zeppole
, not doughnuts,” I told him breathlessly. I was so aroused; I could barely speak.

“I don’t give a fuck what they’re called. Relax and let me enjoy you.”

I watched as his head went between my thighs again, and his tongue found my clit, stroking the sensitive bud before sucking it between his teeth, with all the icing sugar. I almost lurched off the floor, but his hand against my stomach pressed me back down.

Jesus, I will never be able to eat another zeppole again after this.
Riccardo had skill, and I was woman enough to appreciate it as his fingers spread me wider. I felt two of his fingers fill me as he continued to play with my clit.

“Your body is fucking beautiful,” he said between gritted teeth. “And your tits are a man’s wet dream, but this pussy is tight as hell, begging me to fuck it. Is that what you want, baby, me to fuck you?”

I held back a moan, still trying to hold a part of myself back. I didn’t want to embarrass myself and scream or act like a cat in heat, because that was exactly what I felt like doing. I held onto his head, pressing him closer to me, begging for release. He gently bit down on my clit while his fingers spread inside of me, finding a spot that had me coming off the floor again. I leaned over him as I came, unable to control my body’s reaction. Catching my breath, I took several minutes as he continued to stroke me until he felt my shudders stop.

He made a primitive noise and lowered his head to kiss the rise of my pubic bone. With a cheeky grin on his face, he looked up at me when his tongue danced across my clit once again.

“Oh, shit, stop, Riccardo! I can’t take it anymore,” I rasped at the second swipe of his clever tongue. I abandoned the idea that I had any control in this situation at all.

He slid his tongue down the seam of my sex, smearing it with yet more icing sugar. He circled my opening and plunged inside. Licking. Sucking. He performed a wiggling manoeuvre that made me gasp. My body twitched against the barrage of sensations. His rough-tipped fingers spread me open and his wonderfully wicked tongue reminded me of how much I loved oral sex. Not that I had ever experienced oral sex like this.

He teased and tormented me, building me up to a point where I thought I was going to detonate and then he wound back down before sending me soaring again. God, my clit pulsated violently against his sucking mouth. I didn’t care anymore. I was shameless, allowing my head to fall back and revel in every glorious throb. Once the storm inside me calmed, I tried to scoot back up. There was no way I could have him give me a third orgasm.

We stared at each other, and after an awkward few moments, I spoke. “Do you…um…” I licked my lips, glancing at his erect pierced cock, and then I returned my eyes to his and asked. “Do you want me to…um…you know, return the favour?”

“Fuck, no! I can’t believe I touched you like that! Jesus. Fuck, Lorena, I told you I have no control with you anymore. It shouldn’t have happened. Why the fuck did you let me do that to you?” he shouted.

I noticed the change in him immediately. His body went rigid and there was an instant shift in his stance. Riccardo was looking at me with piercing, hard eyes. Gone was the lust and gone was the hope of this ever becoming a reality.

He quickly dressed while I lay there still completely bare, not being able to move. I couldn’t look at his face, so I looked at his chest and my heart fluttered and my throat tightened at the thought of all the things I wanted to say to him. No words came out. Where did my nerve go?

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Lorena. I should never have let it get this far. Get dressed,” he said in a hushed tone.

“Where did you put my clothes?” I asked him, barely recognising my own voice. I heard the tremor in my voice, and knew that I was probably shaking slightly, because I felt like I was going to pass out.

He avoided eye contact with me when he passed me my clothes. “Forget about me, Lorena. I can’t emphasise it enough that I am no good for you. You need to find someone your own age, someone who will treat you right, like the princess you are.”

His words stopped me in my tracks. Did he realise what he just said? The expression on his face told me he hadn’t. But he said them and those words were hanging between us, flaring up my emotions again.

“Damn, I just can’t say or do anything right.” He smashed his fist against the wall and I noticed the way his bicep clenched and flexed, causing me to flinch but feel desire all at the same time.

God, he infuriated me. I quickly dressed and finally I spoke in a clear voice. “I’m glad you said something, but I am sick of all the conflicting emotions you are sending my way.”

I didn’t want to hang around and hear his bullshit rejection of me again. I put myself and my feelings out there today and it worked, for a while. He let me have a taste of what was to come, but what did he do? He shut me down. I knew that being with Riccardo would hurt and anger my father, but I was prepared for the consequences or the punishment.

“I agree. You’re right,” I continued.

“Lorena…” he said, his voice full of anguish.

“No, you go back to your whores and I will go find my prince charming, exactly how you suggested,” I told him, my heart breaking. I couldn’t look at him. I turned to make my way up the stairs and back to the safety of the kitchen. I couldn’t think because if I did, all I would remember was his lips against my body.

So, I was taking his advice and I was running. It was the best option. I was hurting and I needed to escape. He was right. I had to put this behind me; otherwise, my pain would only get deeper and I was already in agony over him.

I had to face the fact that Riccardo was no longer going to be my future.

CHAPTER SEVEN

RICCARDO

I half expected Lorena to slam the cellar door as she exited, but she didn’t. She calmly left and softly closed the door. Fuck, I am such a fucking prick. My self-hatred and anger escalated rapidly. Why the fuck did I have to go and give in to her? She was toxic to me on a normal day, but after almost half a bottle of scotch, I was totally uncontrollable around her. Damn Stefano and his scotch. I thought I was tense before, but that was nothing to the tension level flooding through me. The guilt ate at me.

I thought I'd be able to stop at one kiss but I should have known better. I totally lost control. Not only did I kiss The Don’s forbidden daughter, I almost fucked her. I know I was abrupt with her and maybe downright cruel, but I had to do it. It was the smartest thing to do. Keeping my distance all these years had been hard, but after what happened in the cellar, it became a whole lot worse.

Still tasting her in my mouth, her sweet scent intoxicated my brain. I was suffocating in wicked thoughts about her. At that moment, she was the only thing that filled my head and the only thing I could focus on. Something had to be done. I couldn't allow this to affect my job and my position in the
famiglia
. I was behaving like some sex crazed teenager.

Clearing the treacherous thoughts from my mind, I grabbed the beer I’d initially gone to the cellar for and followed through the door that Lorena had just exited. I found myself face to face with Uncle Joey. The cantankerous old man wore a sly smile on his face.

“What where you doing down there, Capo?” He spat out my name like it was an insult. Uncle Joey didn’t seem to like anyone but his son. With a chip on his shoulder, which had been there for a long time, it all lead back to his brother’s death and Sebastiano becoming The Don. I, being The Capo, didn’t make it any easier. In fact, it was probably killing the bastard. I was sure he'd rather see his son as Sebastiano’s right-hand man.

I didn’t have to answer to him, but I knew answering was the easiest way to get him to shut up. “We ran out,” I said, lifting the carton of beer as evidence.

“Funny that. I could swear Lorena just came out of that cellar looking suspiciously flushed and covered in the same icing sugar you seem to be covered in,” Joey said, giving me a pointed look.

The pack of icing sugar Lorena had taken with her had been abandoned on the kitchen bench top. I placed the carton next to the icing sugar, before opening it and placing the beers in the fridge, leaving a six pack on the side so I could take them to the guys.

Nonna
, who had been washing some dishes in the sink, jumped into the conversation before I could say anything. “Don’t be silly, Joey. I know you saw the split in the bag when Lorena brought it up.”

“Lorena mentioned needing a shower. Since when do you need a shower from just a little icing sugar? It brushes off unless it gets wet,” Joey said, once again insinuating something untoward had happened. He was so close to the truth that I was starting to wonder if he’d been spying on us somehow. I wouldn’t put it past him. He was a sly bastard.

“Joey, you need to stop before you say something I can’t ignore or forgive,” I snapped as I calmly cracked open a beer. Internally, I was far from calm. He was so close to the truth it scared me. If he was speculating and could see the tension between Lorena and me, it made me question what the fuck other people saw.

Aldo and Paulie walked into the kitchen with a laughing Lorena. She’d changed and showered, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes met mine and her smile instantly disappeared. The obvious change in her demeanour had Paulie questioning her. “Lorena, what’s wrong?” He placed his arm around her shoulders, offering her comfort.

Snapping out of it, she glanced at Paulie, plastered on a fake smile and shook her head. “Nothing, I…I, um, rushed to have that shower that I’m just feeling a touch dizzy. And I was just thinking how strange it is to have a party and not have to worry about my mother turning up to spoil it.” I knew she was lying. Yeah, her shower may have been a quick one, but I knew it was seeing me again that had changed her mood. She probably expected me to have left after our little session in the cellar.
Damn, maybe I should leave
. Things were strained between us. I needed to get out of there so she could enjoy her baby brother’s first birthday. If I stayed around any longer, I would be the one taking her mother’s place and ruining the party.

Paulie pulled her into a hug as
Nonna
spoke to her sweetly. “Oh, sweetheart, it will get easier. I know you didn’t have the best relationship with your mother, but you will grieve for her nonetheless.”

I quietly exited the kitchen and went hunting for Sebastiano. It didn’t take me long to find him. He was in his office flicking through some papers on his desk. “Why the fuck are you in here working? You should be out there enjoying the party for your son?” I questioned as I placed the beers on his desk.

He shoved the papers aside and grabbed one of the five bottles. “You know me, work is never far from my mind. But you’re right, I need to go show Matias how to party.”

“I’d hold back on the hard-core partying. I think he’s a little young for that kind of party,” I joked, thinking back to all the wild parties and many women we used to have around here.

“I’m a one woman guy now. I’m sure you can show him that side of things when he’s old enough.” If only he knew that I was thinking of one woman more and more lately. If it wasn’t his daughter I had my mind on, he’d probably laugh at my predicament. That was why I could never have her and he must never find out. I remembered the pain he went through after Guido’s betrayal. If I followed through with my feelings for Lorena, there was no stopping what he would do. Interrupting my thoughts, he stood, scraping the chair against the polished jarrah wood and grabbed the beers off the desk. He slung his arm over my shoulder, and tugged me towards the door. “Come on, we’ve a party to enjoy.”

Once we made it into the lounge, his arm dropped and he made his way over to Sierra who had Matias perched on her hip. Glancing around the room, I saw Lorena chatting with Paulie in a corner of the room. He was getting too close to her for my liking. Flames of jealousy coursed through me and I had to stop myself from making a move towards him. Raphael and Stefano pushed themselves between the two and I relaxed. None of the guys would dare make a move on Lorena, not when Sebastiano was in the same room. I chose that moment to make my escape.

I could no longer play happy families. Any thoughts travelling through my mind were bound to tear our lives apart. I needed to keep away from her and keep myself guarded, but how could I when every time I touched her, it sustained my soul? And since tasting her, she evoked a burning desire that threatened to burn me alive.