Chocolate and Italian Wine (Music and Mayhem Book 1) (31 page)

Paolo looked over to the roulette table and locked eyes with Kari. She gave him a sexy smile. He winked and began walking over to her as she watched him with lustful eyes and a full heart. When he reached her, she threw her arms around his neck and offered him a sweet restrained kiss. “Let’s blow this pop stand,” she said.

“Your wish is my command,” he said, breathing her in, holding her close.

They were saying their goodbyes when Rafie came over with Davit, kissing both her cheeks. “Buona notte, Kari,” he said to her.

She was caught by surprise and kissed him back. “Buona notte, Rafie,” she said. He stiffened at the return of affection. Paolo smiled. “Rafie, mantenere le vostre labbra la mia fidanzata.” Keep your lips off my fiancé, he kidded. Rafie’s eyes widened. Paolo and Davit laughed. Kari said, “I’m not even gonna ask.”

                                            ***

Adalberto needed to speak with Paolo for one minute, which ended up being ten minutes. In a complementary suite, Kari waited on the bed for her man in the sexy Louboutins, the diamond necklace and a full-length mink coat. She tingled with excitement when she heard him enter the suite. She had soft music playing, love songs to heighten the mood, not that either of them needed the added stimulus.

Kari smiled as she watched Paolo enter the room cautiously, checking out first the shadows dancing off the walls, then the flickering candles, as the sensuous fragrance of jasmine reached his nostrils. When his eyes landed on her, she could feel the fire of his desire for her. She sighed, and spread her thighs.

Paolo’s blue eyes were fixated on what she so seductively put on display for him, lingering there before connecting with Kari’s sultry brown gaze. He strode toward her, undoing his bowtie and throwing it on a chair. His gaze burned into her, as her body heated. He stepped to where she lay splayed on the bed for him and licked his lips, ready to feast.

Through a slow, teasing dance of seduction, they undressed him, never losing contact with each other, and every time their hands would touch the others’ flesh, both would whisper their anticipation.

Paolo rubbed the softness of the fur, stroking it in a suggestive way, making her long for the way he’d be touching her soon. His erection strained against the silk boxer briefs he wore, the large imprint convincing her of his desire. He shrugged out of the starched shirt, tossing it over his shoulder, leaving just an undershirt between her eyes and his sexy chest. Encouraging him to take it off, she tugged it over his head and began to kiss his chest softly, tickling it with her lips and delivering little jolts to him through her small bites.

He soon took over, cupping her soft face in his masculine hands in a possessive way that was all man. “You make me crazy,” he growled into her mouth. As he toed out of his shoes and socks, he stood back to get a good look at her. She was a goddess. A vision in the fur coat and necklace, and he wanted her more than he had wanted anything or anyone in his entire life.

He slid his briefs off, ready to consume her, his eagerness showing. Kari stood, too, allowing the mink coat to slide off her shoulders and reveal her naked body, decorated with those sexy shoes and diamond necklace. He wanted to lick the two-carat diamond in her navel.

They faced one another and he drew her in by her small waist. Paolo interlaced their fingers. The song playing in the background became the perfect backdrop. Lenny Williams crooned ‘
Cause I Love You, 
and Paolo’s sensual movements took her to a place of absolute and complete desire, so alive with intense emotions that she’d never experienced before. His pheromones were working overtime on her senses. She could barely breathe, he was so beautiful. As she stared into his eyes she knew that he felt the same way, their love was intense, his desire for her deep.

Paolo gyrated against her in perfect time to the music, his adagio flow so incredibly provocative, she had to remember to move with him. The way he held her so close to his naked body, made her legs weak.

Soon he had closed what little gap there was between them and his hard cock faced north against his tight abs. He could feel the diamond in her belly button scraping his skin. His hands slowly moved to cup her sweet round ass and she gasped when his mouth latched onto her neck, tugging at the tender skin. Her head fell back and her mouth opened in sexual euphoria. Paolo’s kisses trailed up and down Kari’s neck in open mouth caresses that made her hum. He continued to guide her around the room, as the music came to a crescendo, they were both caught up in the sexy vibe, and that was when he surprised her with an impromptu dip.

“Ahh!” she exclaimed, her soft brown eyes wide with shock. He chuckled and bit into her neck. “I swear you’ve become a damn vampire,” she moaned, both from pleasure as well as the sting.

As the song ended, he walked her backward to the bed. And they fell on it together in passion

Later

“Mando’s down the hall, let’s get married,” Paolo said, as he regained his composure.

She opened her eyes to see his were still closed. “If I thought you meant it, I’d do it,” she said, her eyebrow raised.

“Would you really?” he asked, looking at her with mischievous blue eyes.

“I would,” she said, definitively.

“Well, the whole family’s here, I’ve got my tux, let’s do it,” he said.

She stared at him and burst out laughing. “Okay, Mr. Montovani. You got me. Guess you already know I’m not giving up a big wedding with all the trimmings.”

“I didn’t think you would,” he said smiling, kissing her neck.

“Think you know me, huh?” she asked.

“Getting there, beautiful,” he said.

Then she smiled. “Then, let’s set a date,” she told him as he shifted his weight off of her.

“I’ll marry you whenever you want, baby. You tell me,” he said, stroking her hair.

“As soon as the tour is over,” she said. “We’ll get married then. How does that sound?”

“Tour’s over in a few weeks. I can wait that long, I guess.”

“Oh yeah, I spend a week in South Africa right after the tour with my charity, but as soon as I come back to the states, I’ll become your Mrs.,” she said kissing his chin.

“Sounds good,” he said.

Kari watched Paolo and a thought played across his face, causing a slight wrinkle to form in his forehead.

“What is it, baby?” she asked.

He paused briefly before asking. “You haven’t taken any more of those pills, have you?”

She looked away and he put his hand under her chin to force her to look at him. “Kari?”

“No, Paolo. Not since you found them,” she said truthfully. What she didn’t tell him was how hard it was, and that she’d almost succumbed to her desire for the high.

“Good,” he said, relieved, kissing her head.

***

Early June

“Are you ready, Giampaolo?”

“I am, Papa,” he said, standing to his full 6’3”.

“Venite,” Raffaelo said.

It was quiet and intense, all eyes on the ceremonial process. It was required that a new ‘blood baptism’ be performed with every promotion to a higher rank within the ‘Ndrina.

Father Armando, “The Vangelo,” greeted those assembled with the familiar, “Holy afternoon greetings to the devotees.” Casting his gaze upon his younger brother he said, “Giampaolo, do you swear by the family’s seventh generation to protect the honor of your wise brothers?”

Paolo looked at Father Armando, who had joined the priesthood to exalt his father in heaven, yet honored his father on earth by placing his hand on the Bible, and swearing his dedication to the ‘Ndrina.

“I do.”

“If anyone asks you where you are from, what must you say?” The Vangelo asked his brother.

“I will answer, my father is the sun, my mother is the moon.”

Finally, Raffaelo completed the ritual. He took Paolo’s trigger finger and pricked it. A small red drop formed on its tip and it was turned over and squeezed until a drop of blood splashed onto the card with the picture of Michael the Archangel. The card was set on fire and as the picture burned in his hand, Paolo said the words that would seal his fate. “As this card burns, so may my soul burn in Hell if I betray the oath of Omerta.”

As the ceremony ended and drinks and cigars were passed around, Kari’s face appeared on Paolo’s phone. Stepping out into the hallway he pressed the accept button and she smiled at him.

“Paolo? Can you hear me?” Kari yelled.

“Yeah baby, I hear you fine, you don’t have to yell,” he said into the phone.

She continued to smile at him lovingly through the small screen. “I miss you. I wish you were here.” She let out some soft laughter.

“I miss you, too, sweetheart. And yeah, you ought to laugh, because you sound like a postcard,” he chuckled.

“But I do wish you were here with me. You’d love South Africa. It’s hot as hell out here,” she frowned.

“Shit, baby, you make hot look…hawt. I bet you smell good too,” he said in his sexy baritone.

She laughed. “You have a one-track mind, Mr. Montovani.”

“When it comes to you, you know I can’t help myself,” They smiled into their screens awhile.

“Look Paolo,” she said, moving her camera around so that he could see the white tents with the name of her charity for world hunger, “Kari’s Kitchen”.

“That’s so cool, baby. I’m so proud of you, Kari,” he said smiling widely at her.

“Thanks, baby. Guess what?

“What?”

“I’ve been taking cooking lessons today.”

He chuckled. “That’s good, baby. Think you’ll be any good by the time we get married?”

“Well, seeing as that’s happening in a few weeks, the answer would be no.”

“I don’t care if you can’t cook, baby. There are other things you do
extremely
well that make up for that.”

“Are we back to sex?”

“Aren’t we always?” he licked his lips. “Hey… I love you, Kari.”

“I love you, too. Why are you so dressed up?” she asked, big grin on her face.

“I was in a meeting. Which reminds me, my love, I need to get back before Don Raffaelo comes looking for me. Be up tonight when I call, I want to have phone sex,” he wiggled his brows.

“I’ll be up and waiting, sweetie. See you later.” She blew a kiss.

“Okay, baby. Until tonight,” he air kissed her and pressed end.

Paolo smiled and straightened his tie and then returned to his father’s den.

                                         
To be continued…