Men of Mayhem (59 page)

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, reaching up and tugging on his hair.

Sliding free from me, he spun me back around to face the bed, placing his hand between my shoulder blades and exerting gentle pressure. I leaned forward, putting my hands on the bed, following his silent command.

“This arse is mine to play with, Allegra,” Fabrizio said, his voice thick with lust. “I look forward to making it mine.” He slapped me on one of my arse cheeks and I jumped forward, surprised by the sudden sting. “Easy,
cara
, I won’t hurt you. Just some fun, okay?”

“But…I…”

“Shh. Relax, don’t speak,” he commanded, slapping me again. “
Mi capisci
?”

“I understand, yes,” I said, my voice faltering.

“Brava,” he said, his hand gently rubbing the area he’d spanked. “You are mine, and you will obey…otherwise, I will have to punish you.” His fingers slid between my cheeks, sliding up and down my slit. I trembled, moaning, as his fingers quickly pulled my underwear to the side, pushing my legs apart. “Open for me,
cara
,” he instructed.

He briefly stopped touching me, only to have him tear my underwear from my body and then he returned to find my slick wet heat again, his fingers pressing into my folds.

“
Gesu christo
. Oh God,” I gasped, trying to push my hips against him. I couldn’t get close enough.

His fingers slid down my mound and found my clit. “I can’t believe how lucky I am, and this virgin pussy will only ever be mine.”

I nodded, not able to talk as his fingers traced a slow pattern around my clit.

“Brava,” he said, kneeling down behind me.

Anticipation and excitement flooded me at what he’d do next. And then I felt it, his tongue on my clit, sliding back and forth and slipping inside my heat. It was the most amazing feeling having his tongue slide over me down there. I never wanted it to end. I gasped and curled my fingers, clutching at the bedspread and moaning like a crazy woman.

He licked and sucked and I writhed when he introduced his fingers, simultaneously rubbing and sucking. “Fabrizio,” I gasped. “That feels exquisite.” I realised I voiced the words out loud, but I was too far gone to care. Each stab and lick of his tongue made me want more. He lightly pinched my clit as he slid his tongue deep inside me and I felt my body release into a thousand pieces. I cried out, “Stop. No more, I can’t take it. It’s too much.”

He laughed when I screamed out his name again as my orgasm consumed me. My body was shaking so hard, I thought I’d passed out at one stage. Never did I think my first time would be with a lover as skilled as Fabrizio.

Fabrizio stood and positioned himself behind me. “
Si pronta bella
?” he asked me, his face flushed and I could see my juices on his chin. I trembled violently from the pleasure it gave me and I moaned when I felt the head of his thick cock pressing at the tip of my entrance.

“
Si sono pronta,
” I gasped. I pushed back against him, desperate to have him inside me. Fabrizio gripped my hips with his hands and slowly pushed forward, sliding gradually, inch by incredible inch, inside me. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. There was a moment of sharp pain as he slid deeper inside me, but the pain was quickly obliterated by the pleasure of him stretching my inner muscles with his thickness.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,
cara
,” he said. “So incredibly tight.” He held himself still, allowing me to become accustomed to him, and then began sliding in and out in a regular rhythm which had me gasping for air as another orgasm started to build.

Pleasure after pleasure swept through me and lapped at my senses. I followed my instinct and moved with him, sliding back as he thrust forward, working with him toward our mutual release.

“That’s it, Allegra,” Fabrizio whispered softly. “You’re a quick learner. Show me how much you want me.” He alternated slapping both my arse cheeks, but this time a lot harder, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through me. He was adding to my heated arousal and I began moving faster, rotating my hips to meet each of his thrusts. Writhing and increasing my tempo, I worked my inner muscles to squeeze him as he withdrew. He was teasing me by pulling back, hovering over my pussy lips and then plunging forward, slapping me as he surged into me.

“You like it when I slap you, don’t you,
cara
?” he said, slapping my arse again each time his hips slapped against me. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room and the smell of sex in the air made me feel light-headed. I gave myself over to pleasure, my flesh on fire from my release. I screamed as I orgasmed, my inner muscles clamping down on Fabrizio’s throbbing cock. He grunted, calling out my name, as we came together passionately.

I flopped down on the bed, gasping for air, my legs shaking and my skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I flicked my hair off my face, everything slowly coming back to into focus as the force of my orgasm slowly released me from its embrace. Fabrizio slid free, massaging my butt cheeks, which were stinging from his
play
with them. He crawled up onto the bed and rested his head on a pillow, motioning for me to join him. I pulled my shaky and exhausted body to him, letting him pull me close and hold me tight against him. He kissed the top of my head, wrapping me in his arms possessively.

Fabrizio

I woke staring at her. Allegra gave me peace in my life of conflict, or at least as much peace as a man like me could have. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her she was perfect for me. Allegra was
the
one. I loved her. She stirred next to me and opened her eyes, grinning at me with smiling eyes.

“
Buongiorno,”
I whispered, pulling her hair away from her cheeks. “You are beautiful.”

“You’re such a liar. I rarely look beautiful in the morning,” she said, covering her face with the pillow.

I pulled her up against me, laughing with her. “We need to go see my father.”

“What? We just had sex. I can’t go see your father like this. He’ll know I’ve slept with you. Oh God, he’ll think I am nothing but a
putana
.”

I grabbed her by the arms as she panicked. “Allegra, he won’t care. He’s too old and too sick to notice. What’s he going to see anyway? It’s not like you are wearing a sign saying ‘
I just fucked Fabrizio.’”
I gently kissed her response away and pulled her out of the bed and toward the bathroom. “Go.” I patted her on her sexy arse.

“Allegra, you’re bewitching,” my father told her, smiling and clasping his hands, almost prayer-like.

As I predicted my father didn’t notice a thing, not even the fact Allegra wore the same clothes as last night. He wasn’t stupid by a long shot. Even if he knew, he would never mention it. Allegra was easy to love. She was young, innocently funny, and had a positive aura around her, something the Candetti
famiglia
could do with.

It was hard not to like Allegra. Throughout dinner, she entertained my father, making him laugh with her stories, charming him. I couldn’t stop looking at her, couldn’t believe she was mine. Once I took over as the Don, her life would be at risk and in my hands. It would be my job to guard her. I would do everything in my power to take care of my wife.

Allegra

Fabrizio was easy to fall in love with. We’d dated the whole month before we got married. Everything had been splendid. I was the perfect bride and he was the perfect groom. It was a perfect Italian wedding, declaring our love for one another amongst our family and close friends. I had become oblivious to the darkness surrounding the reality of the Calabrian mafia.

We were honeymooning in Sicily when it all came crashing down on me. Fabrizio was ordering us a coffee at one of the bars in Taormina. As he stepped outside, a man walked up behind him. Fabrizio sensed his presence and turned around but was stabbed in the stomach with a knife.

I screamed, “Fabrizio,” and ran to him, pushing past patrons, tables, and knocking over chairs. I got there in time to see the stranger, but he was no stranger to us. Roberto Spisso. The bastard I witnessed at the club that night when he antagonised Fabrizio. As I got closer, I screamed and Spisso ran off. I cried out again when I saw the blood pooling on the floor. I fell to the ground, whimpering, “Fabrizio!” I held his head in my hands, blood seeping out of his mouth and onto my clothes. “Don’t just stand there staring, someone do something. Get help!”

The waiting at the hospital was pure hell. I sat in the waiting room with Rocco and Luigi. By some miracle, the doctors told us Fabrizio pulled through. I have no idea how, seeing as he’d been stabbed six times.

“I told you he’d make it, Allegra. It’s going to take more than a few stab wounds to take down Fabrizio,” Luigi assured me, placing his hands on my clenched fists. “You did well with the police too.”

The police asked me question after question, interrogating me. They wanted to know what my husband did to warrant the stabbing. I was so angry at their questioning, but I played the little dumb blonde mafia wife, pretending to not know anything. I told them I was too distraught to recall the events and saw the whole thing through a trance. I never told them it was Spisso who stabbed him either, but I did tell Luigi and Rocco.