The Don: Sebastiano (Stud Mafia #1) (12 page)

Man, that was all I had been thinking about ever since I heard her begging me for more, begging me to
make love
to her. There was no way I was going down that road. I saw how much my mother
loved
my father, and it did her no good. Her love for that one man was what killed her in the end. 

No. The Don doesn’t do love. He fucks. Hard. That is what I’m going to do to my sweet little spitfire. I am going to fuck her like she has never been fucked before. She will never stop begging me for more and of what I can give her. 

I didn’t know if it was the twitch in my pants or the look in her eyes which gave me the need to calm her, but I did anyway. “Don’t look so worried, sweetness; nothing bad is going to happen.” 

I wasn’t sure if it was my conversation about Paulie’s situation or the plans I had for her later which was causing the worried look in her eyes. I laughed internally at her stress. She was going to be so much fun to play with. I just couldn’t wait.

“Don Sebastiano.” Paulie stood and greeted me like all my men do, with a kiss to both my cheeks and a firm pat on the back. “I’m sorry, Boss.”

I held him tightly in place against me. I might’ve still been pissed at the little fucker over the fact he took my money because Hell, I would have gladly given him the goddamn money, if only he had just asked me. It was the
taking
, the
stealing
part that still fucking pissed me off. No one took from The Don. But he was right about one thing, though: the debt was as good as paid off. Paulie Winters was family, and his current actions in regards to the deal between Sierra and myself, proved to me that he still wanted that status and to be a part of my
famiglia
. “I know, kid. I know. Just don’t ever let me down again.” 

I stepped back releasing him. “I fucking stink. I’m going to grab a quick shower before dinner. You’re more than welcome to join us, Paulie.”

He gave Sierra a sad smile before he looked me in the eyes once again. He shoved his hands in his jeans pocket, a nervous gesture I’d seen him do many times. “Thanks for the generous offer, Boss, but I’m going to pass on that. I hope you understand. I’m not quite ready to witness my sister and you together just yet. I need a bit of time. Knowing about it is one thing, but seeing it is a bit of a stretch for me. It’s my night to man the club, anyway. That’s if you still want me there, Boss?” 

Ah. He was wondering if I trusted him enough to allow him to keep working with my money. “Sure, business always comes first. Dinner will be there any other night. You are my family; I suggest you remember that,” I announced quickly before leaving for my shower. I could have thrown him a threat but he already knew them all. He knew he’d go to ground within minutes if he took so much as a dollar from me again, but not before he watched his sister go first.
Sierra isn’t protected from that just because I’ll be fucking her. He knows exactly how I work. I’m a ruthless prick and no sweet pussy will ever stop me.

The hot water pouring over my tight, overworked muscles didn’t help me relax like it usually did. I had so much pent-up anger running through my veins, I could still feel it bubbling under the surface. Ever since Sierra had turned up that morning, she’d tipped my world on its axis. Not because I was in love with her or anything equally fucked-up as that. It was more the fact I needed to
own
her. 
My over-reaction to Vincenzo’s comment about Sierra earlier was still playing on my mind. I couldn’t believe I’d nearly killed him. Vincenzo was one of my most loyal guys, yet I nearly killed him over a fucking woman!

Thank fuck Riccardo pulled me off him, giving me enough time to think clearly. Vincenzo had no reason to believe she wasn’t to be touched and no idea she was exclusively mine. I usually don’t give a fuck who I shared my women with. The guys had to wait until I’ve had my fill, but I only ever had them for one night. That always satisfied me. I’d never cared what the boys did after that. But with Sierra, I did.

It had to be her innocence and the fact she wasn’t a stripper or a call girl. That was the only type of woman I’d ever fucked. Never had I had someone so sweet and pure.
I’m sure she’s no sweet innocent virgin, either. Fuck, after her response to me earlier, I could swear my life on it that she wasn’t so innocent at all.

You only needed to hear her shoot her sassy mouth off for a minute to know she had grown up quick.
She knows how the world works and even though she hasn’t been in my world, she must have some idea on how brutal it can be. And if she doesn’t, she’s going to be a very fast learner. 

I couldn’t be in the house every minute of the day watching over her. The same applied to Lorena, which was why I had ears everywhere in the fucking house.
She may think she isn’t here forever but she is so fucking wrong.
That debt would be paid off when I’d had enough of her and not a moment before that. I was bloody certain my cock wouldn’t want to give her up anytime soon.
Maybe it never will.

Thinking about her was making me get hard.
Fuck.
The sooner I finished up and got downstairs, the sooner I’d get my release in her sweet fucking mouth. I was so tempted to take my thick shaft into my hand and have a wank until I squirted all over the shower. I’d done it many times before, but I wanted to wait and sink the fucker into Sierra instead. I turned the water off and threw on some clothes before heading downstairs, my cock still semi-hard in my pants.

I could hear the banter of people talking as I entered the room. Everyone stood as I walked in and they all greeted me. My eyes zeroed in on Sierra, who was walking in from the kitchen with Lorena holding a platter of meatballs. I surveyed the food, which was giving off the wonderful aroma of tomato and basil. It was in serving dishes scattered across the middle of the table, waiting to be shared around between us all. All my men were there, as they were most nights. Vincenzo’s Nonna, Angela, was the best fucking cook, and I adored her as if she were my own blood. All of us had adopted her as our own and in turn, she adopted us. Either way, it worked out well. We needed feeding and she loved feeding us. Who were we to say no?

I took my seat and everyone followed suit as I motioned for Sierra to take the seat beside me. Once everyone was seated, I eyed everyone and spoke, “I hope you have all met Sierra. She’s Paulie’s sister and will be living here from now on.”

No one replied.

No one asked questions.

No one dared to.

I said grace like I always did as we all held hands around the table. I saw the curiosity in Sierra’s eyes but she didn’t question our actions. I understood her inquisitiveness as I remembered Paulie’s first meal with us a few years ago. He must have only been fifteen or sixteen years old at the time. He’d thought we were playing a practical joke on him.
I have a word to the wise for anyone who isn’t religious; if someone says grace, you do not burst out laughing.
Luckily for Paulie, he hadn’t, and I later found myself wondering if he had been warned about it somehow.

Normally, I enjoyed my food and I liked to savour it, but I just couldn’t eat. I was too engrossed in staring at Sierra; I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Every time that fork went into her mouth, my dick got fucking harder. Even the fact I was seated next to my daughter didn’t stop my cock having a mind of its own. If anyone spoke to me during the first course, I didn’t hear them. I was too busy trying to talk my cock down.

The second course was slightly easier. I noticed I wasn’t the only male sitting at the table who was affected by her mouth. Guido soon stopped smirking in her direction when I gave him a deathly glare. He was at the meeting today so he should have known better than to be looking at her, let alone smirking like he was imagining her mouth around his fucking cock. I’d be more than happy to chop the fucker off. It wouldn’t be the first one I’ve removed. I distracted my sexual thoughts with visuals of murder scenes instead. It made the rest of the dinner much more comfortable, for my cock, anyway.

That was until dessert came out. The second she bit into her custard-filled Italian
rum buba
and the creamy custard dribbled out of her mouth, I lost it. I was out of my seat in a nanosecond and pulled her from her chair. She gasped in astonishment and dropped the rest of her dessert onto the plate.

I caught the dab of custard on the corner of her mouth with my thumb. She bit her lip as she watched me suck the custard off my thumb. I didn’t dare take my eyes from hers as I spoke. I didn’t care what our audience thought. They had all witnessed far more dramas than this. “We have some business we need to discuss. Let’s go.” Thankfully, she didn’t argue; instead, she turned and thanked Nonna.

“Grazie, Angela, for the lovely meal,” she called out as I dragged her away from the table. All common courtesy had left me with that bit of custard oozing onto her mouth.

“I told you, call me
Nonna
. I’m everyone’s Nonna,” I heard Nonna respond, but we had already left the room. 

I blindly led Sierra to my bedroom,
our
bedroom. I hadn’t shared a bedroom in a long time. No woman had ever been in here, in this house. It had been my private sanctuary for years.
It was going to take a fair bit of getting used to
.
By the time I reached the bedroom door, I managed to calm myself down to some degree. I couldn’t rush the first time. I needed it to go just right. I needed her to know I owned her: body, soul and orgasm.

CHAPTER TWELVE

SIERRA

Sebastiano led me upstairs and into his bedroom. Neither one of us had spoken a word since he all but hauled me up the stairs. I couldn’t believe he did that. But then again, in the events that had taken place so far in my crazy day, I shouldn’t have been shocked about any of his actions.

As we entered the bedroom, I felt a sense of comfort this room gave me. It was truly beautiful and I loved it. Earlier, when I was there unpacking all my clothes, I didn’t really take the time to appreciate its magnificence. It reminded me of something from a Hollywood movie. For some reason, I was expecting his bedroom to be decorated in masculine tones of black or grey, but I was wrong. I studied the furnishings for the first time. It was gorgeous, with an abundance of creams and gold and the most gorgeous headboard embossed with jewels. The headboard alone screamed wealth. I had a flashback to what his daughter Lorena told me earlier in the day about him not ever having a woman in his room.

To say I was dreading my first sexual encounter with Sebastiano would be a blatant lie. I should’ve been scared but actually, I wasn’t. After witnessing the impressive size of his dick earlier, I was intrigued as to whether that thing could actually fit inside me. I wanted to look at it again in more detail; to see how it felt between my fingers, between my lips and between my…

“Sierra.” He called out my name and jolted me from my erotic daydream. “Are you ready, sweetness?”

“Ready? Ready for what?” I asked, biting my lips nervously. I knew exactly what he was asking.

“To go to bed.” He tapped his finger to the tip of my nose and moved it down to my already-parted lips. “These lips alone will be able to pay off your brother’s debt. And I’ve got plans for them tonight, baby. You remember you’re returning the favour, don’t you?”

Oh, shit! It’s time.
I simply stared at him with a stunned expression, not knowing how to answer him. What I really wanted to say to him was ‘Fuck yeah I’m ready!’ But I sure as hell didn’t want him to know I was fantasising about his dick.

“Sweetness, you gonna answer me anytime soon?” he asked as he casually as he poured himself a glass of scotch and took a sip. He was always drinking scotch, I noticed. The chunks of ice in his glass clinked and crackled. He had so much ice in his glass I could barely see there was any amber liquid in there.

“Yes,” I whispered back in a barely recognisable voice.

“There’s no need to be scared, Sierra. I promise, sweetness, I’ll make it so good for you you’ll be begging for more.” He leaned in close to me and whispered, “I know you want me, baby. I want you, too. I want to suck your nipples again and explore every inch of your sexy body. I will take you to sexual heights like no other man ever has.”

“Just don’t hurt me. I don’t like rough sex,” I admitted to him. I couldn’t exactly say that I thought his dick would break me in two, now could I?

He grinned at me. “Oh, sweetness, I can’t promise you there won’t be any pain, but trust me when I tell you any pain you feel from me, will have you begging for more.”

Pain?
“No, Sebastiano, I just told you…”

“Shhh. I promise you’ll enjoy everything I do to you tonight. Everything. Trust me, baby.”

He walked over to the mini-bar in the corner of the room and refilled his drink, which I noticed was the finest-label scotch you could buy. He held the scotch-filled glass up and motioned toward me, asking me with his eyes if I wanted a drink. I declined, shaking my head from side to side.

I stood nervously in the middle of the room where he’d left me, when we first walked in. His shirt was completely undone and my eyes were drawn to his broad chest, following the trail of shadowy hair along his toned stomach, straight to his cock, tenting his pants. My eyes widened when I caught sight of it.
Shit, did he see me look at it?

He walked toward me and encircled my waist with his arm. He breathed heavily down my neck. His lips were cold from the ice when he licked the shell of my ear, and I trembled from that touch alone.
Oh, God, if he can make me feel like this with just a simple touch, I’m going to completely come undone when he explores the rest of my body.
I needed to distract him somehow. Managing to move away from his embrace, I whipped myself around to face him.

“Wow,” I said aloud, hoping to sidetrack him. “I never noticed this afternoon when I was in here with you or when I was unpacking my clothes, how amazing this room is,” I rambled. I spread my arms out and twirled around the room with genuine excitement. I turned around so fast I stumbled and bumped directly into Sebastiano’s hard body, spilling some of his scotch on the rocks down the front of my blouse. He held me tightly around my waist.