The Don: Sebastiano (Stud Mafia #1) (16 page)

“Does everyone know about what happened with Guido then? Do they know where he’s gone?” His words caught everyone’s attention. I heard Nonna let out a shocked gasp.

“We don’t discuss business at the fucking dinner table, Zio! You know that better than anyone,” I stated before taking a mouthful of food. 

“Guido? Where
is
Guido?” Sierra questioned. “I haven’t seen him at all today,” she whispered, almost to herself.

“I’m not fucking discussing it. DO YOU HEAR ME?” I yelled. “We never mention his name again,” I added more calmly.

Every single person around the table nodded. 

“Good. Now, where is my ricotta pie, Nonna?” I asked, knowing a delicious dessert would distract everyone from Zio’s comments.
The fucker. If he doesn’t watch his mouth, he’ll be following in Guido and his brother’s footsteps.

To an early grave. 

***

SIERRA

Darkness still cloaked the bedroom when I woke up. I could sense Sebastiano was next to me; the heat of his body warming my skin comforted me.
“Get up, sweetness.” I felt Sebastiano playfully slap me on my arse. “Get ready. I want you to come to church with me.”

“What?” I giggled. Was he pulling my leg? He had to be. I’d been here months now yet he’d never taken me to church with him. I knew he was a devout Catholic, but he had always attended Sunday Mass with Lorena, Nonna or some of his men.

“But I’ve never come to church with you before, so why now?”

“I want you to
come
.” His emphasis on the word ‘come’ made me giggle again. “What’s so fucking funny about that?” he growled at me, his hands still on my backside, rubbing circles around the indentation of my spine.

My sex clenched and a great wave of pleasure inundated every cell in my body. His touch was intoxicating, and I was in desperate need of him. For the last two nights, he had come to bed late and I must have been sleeping quite soundly. That had never mattered to Sebastiano before; he would always rouse me from my sleep.

But he hadn’t even attempted to wake me up. I could sense something was troubling him, obviously some mafia business, and I dared not ask. On both mornings, he was gone again by the time I woke up. I missed him, and I was in desperate need to spend time with him. There was always something he did, a touch, a look or a simple word, which stirred and awakened something strong and primal inside me.

“Nothing,” I answered, my voice croaky.

He could see the desire in my eyes. My feelings were like no other I’d ever experienced. They exploded and consumed me in its entirety. I wanted to tell him how much I needed him, but I’d never initiated the sex before. It had always been him.

“Did you miss me? Is that why you’re looking at me like that? What do you want, sweetness?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His hands were between my legs, already parting my wet folds.

My heart was hammering hard in my chest.
How can I admit to him that I want him to put his mouth on me? Down there
. I was too embarrassed to ask him to do that, yet I was so far gone with want, I no longer cared.

“I want you to…um…touch me…there.”

“Down here, baby?” He flicked his thumb over my clit and I gasped. “Tell me, how many men have touched you here, Sierra?”

“Sebastiano, you know no one but you has ever done that to me before,” I reassured him.

“That’s not what I asked. I don’t care about some boy who may have fumbled between your legs a time or two. I want to know if a man has done it to you.”

“No. I’ve told you this so many times before, only
you
have done that to me.” I knew he was playing one of his games to get me even more worked up, and he knew exactly how to play me.

“Done what? You telling me you’ve never had another guy put his mouth on your pussy and give you an orgasm before, Sierra?”

“Yes, no one but you. Hurry up and put your mouth on me. You know…
there
.”

“Where? Tell me, sweetness.”

“I want you to…to…ah…put your mouth…there.”
Crap, why did he have to make me say it out a loud
?

Removing his hands from between my legs, he cupped my chin with his hand, tilting my face to his so I had no choice but to look him in the eyes. His thumb swept along my bottom lip, and I let out a shuddering breath as he leaned closer, tilting his head as if he was going to kiss me but pausing instead. His gaze burned through me, seeping down into my soul, seizing me like a prisoner.

I am his willing captive.

And I love it.

***

SEBASTIANO

“I need more information,
cara mia
. Tell me
exactly
where, Sierra.”

“Oh, God, Sebastiano, please don’t torture me. Just do it. Please.”
Gesu Christo
, I loved it when she begged.

“But I don’t understand what you want, sweetness,” I lied. “Tell me exactly what it is you want me to do to you. Lick you out, give you head, go down on you. It’s not hard to say, sweetness. Tell me what you want me to do with my mouth, or is it my tongue you want?”

She lowered her gaze to my chest. Her eyes fixated on my rosary beads dangling from my neck. She loved it when I used them on her.
Although she’d never admit it, Sierra loves the fact that I’m a kinky fucker, using my rosary beads on her tits, her clit and up her pussy.

Oh, hell yeah. I’d push her. Prod her. Take her to sexual heights she’d never fathomed. I’d pull out all the stops to make sure I was the one man she would never forget.

“Say it,” I whispered into her ear as my hand travelled down her stomach, stopping at the top of her sweet mound and sweeping my hand back and forth from hipbone to hipbone.

“Fucking lick me!” she screamed, bucking against me, desperate for more.

“Fuck me, you are one hot piece of arse, sweetness,” I muttered. “Now, put your hands above your head or you will pay,” I ordered, pinning her down with my eyes.

I rubbed my nose against her stomach and spread her legs wide. I didn’t hesitate and latched onto her clit with my mouth, thrusting two fingers into her hard. Her body stiffened and she grunted a little.

I pulled my mouth away and laughed at her reaction. “It’s always so intense like this with us, isn’t it, baby? I can’t wait to bury my dick inside your tight-as-fuck pussy.”

I put my mouth over her again, sucking her deeper into my mouth. My fingers thrusting in and out and I felt her tremble and stiffen. She was so wet. Spreading some juices around to her arse with my other hand, I thrust a slick finger into her back entrance. She screamed in elation and exploded into my mouth, her back arching off the bed.

“I so wanna fuck you now, sweetness, but we gotta get up or we’ll be late for church. You can pay me back later. Maybe in church?”

I left her alone on the bed with a stunned expression.

Oh, she was going to pay me back all right.
 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SIERRA

The drive to the church was silent. Sebastiano had been silent for a couple days now, his rosary beads constantly in his grasp. He hadn’t used them on me for a while, which was a shame. I sure loved the feel of those rosary beads against my skin, and admittedly, sometimes inside me.

I angled my body toward him in the front seat. We hadn’t spoken much since our conversation in the bedroom. He seemed distant, and somewhere far away. Something must have happened in the basement. I overheard some of the men whispering about a body.

It was best I didn’t know and honestly, I really didn’t want to know. The things I’d seen and heard that Sebastiano or some of his men had done scared the hell out of me. As I stared out the window, I imagined and contemplated the possibility and opportunity to run. Escape this mafia life. But did I
want
to?

A pang of fear shot through me. I was like a captive animal kept in a cage; a luxurious cage which I was getting quite accustomed to. Any normal woman would have tried to escape by now. Not me. I wanted to stay. Stay forever. With him, with my monster.

Lorena sat in the back, squeezed between Uncle Joey and Nonna. Lorena was complaining about why she couldn’t have ridden in the car with Riccardo instead of with us. She was constantly flirting with him, yet he was like a piece of stone, never giving her a reaction. This made Lorena even more determined to break him. He was so dedicated and loyal to his Don; he’d never allow Lorena to get to him.
Never
.

There was a loud sigh from the backseat. It had to be Uncle Joey, because nobody else in the family could sigh in such a heavy and all-encompassing way.

Nonna, who was oblivious to our arrangement, started to go on about weddings and babies and how long before she could have some great-grandchildren. She made it a point to note that she didn’t care which one of the
famiglia
had them first. All she wanted were babies to cuddle and coo over. Sebastiano winced and glanced over at me. I went stiff. We had never spoken about things like this. He made it clear from the beginning that this was a debt not a relationship. Perhaps we’d have to invent a story of infertility, for Nonna’s sake anyway.

He parked the car on the far side of the church and growled in annoyance as he observed the bundled people rushing for the door. That morning, Mass was crowded. He came around to let me out of the car. The moment he touched me, I felt that spark I always felt whenever he touched me. If I so much as gave him any indication I was developing feelings for him, my protected bubble would burst. He had never made me any promises and probably never would, so I had to keep my secret to myself.

I took my seat in the pew toward the back of the church, sandwiched between Nonna and Sebastiano. I felt Nonna’s shrewd eyes on the two of us, and God knew what the woman was thinking. She was probably fantasising about baby outfits. On the other side of me, Sebastiano’s hand squeezed mine. I felt so fragile sitting next to him, my tiny hand trapped in his larger one.

We were all in the last row of benches the
famiglia
had taken. Riccardo, Lorena and Vincenzo sat two rows up. Lorena was practically sitting on top of Riccardo.

There was a vaguely familiar woman who kept staring at me from the pew to my left. She shot me an evil look once or twice during the service but the congregation having to stand, kneel, read or sing interrupted her attempt at menace.

I had not been to church for so long I had forgotten when to stand, kneel or sit. I went with the flow and hoped I didn’t look stupid. When it was time for the Eucharist, I stayed in my seat, not moving.

Sebastiano’s mouth brushed my ear. “Why are you not getting up to take Communion? It’ll look bad to the family.”

“No…I mean…I can’t,” I whispered. “I haven’t been to confession in God knows how long.”

“Sierra, I really don’t think you have anything bad to confess about or that will offend God.” He sounded so sincere it caught me a little off-guard.

“Please, it just doesn’t feel right for me to go today. Maybe another time,” I said, hoping that would satisfy him and he wouldn’t make me get up.

He nodded and disentangled his hand from mine to make his way to the line with the rest of the family. I noticed that evil woman was waiting for Sebastiano with a man-eating look on her face. She turned and flashed me a smug smile as she stroked his arm in the line.
Shit, it’s her. That woman from the mansion. The woman who was sucking him off that very first day I met him.

My stomach tightened.
I shouldn’t be worried, should I?
He told me as long as I kept him sexually happy he wouldn’t need other women. So, why was I worried this woman would steal Sebastiano away from me?

I kept my head slightly averted so it didn’t look like I was spying. I noticed the woman’s inappropriate flirtation was cut short when Lorena entered the line. Lorena looked back at me and whispered something to her father. I saw him push the woman off him roughly, not caring that she stumbled into someone else as she exited the line.

This was ridiculous! A complete farce.
This family is the goddamn mafia for Christ’s sake and they are in church!
I was watching a bunch of mobsters participate in a sacred ritual. I wondered how many of them had recently killed or beaten someone or committed some other crime. I was sure they had.
Then they go to confession. What a joke! Would they possibly tell the priest? Surely, they can’t confess their sinister crimes and pray for absolution.
I glanced to my right and noticed Uncle Joey hadn’t moved from his spot. His hard look met mine for the briefest guilty moment, and then he looked away quickly. The rest of the family was in line going to the front.

When Sebastiano and Nonna returned, she patted my hand. “It’s all right, dear,” she said. I looked at Sebastiano making his way back to the pew, but his expression was completely blank.
Why couldn’t this be real? Why couldn’t he love me like a normal man?
Self-pity gripped me and a tear slid down my cheek.

“Is he hurting you?” I spun around to find Uncle Joey on the other side of me.

“I’m sorry…what?” His uncle had misinterpreted the self-pity for something more sinister.

“You heard me. My nephew is not the saint he pretends to be. And I think you know it. If you want my advice, get out now. Don’t trust him. All he knows how to do is lie and hurt people.”

“I…um…” What did one say to a proclamation like that? It wasn’t as if I didn’t know the score. It was possible I knew more than half the women in the family, given the activities I had heard and witnessed so far.

Uncle Joey looked me over. “He killed my brother. His own father.”

“What? Why would he…?” I panicked and looked around me, making sure no one had heard him. Thank God, Nonna was partially deaf and Sebastiano had stopped to greet someone a few pews in front of us. Lorena was her usual flirty self, sitting with Riccardo and the rest of the men. The evil woman had completely disappeared.