The Don: Sebastiano (Stud Mafia #1) (6 page)

Swallowing hard, I held back my anger. “Yes, Sebastiano, I understand, but I want to know what’s going to happen with my brother. If I’m going to be your
mistress,
” I emphasised the word, “then I don’t want him in any danger. He took that money because he wanted to help me. It’s my fault he took it.”

Sebastiano squinted, making his scar appear more prominent. He laughed and said, “Sweetness, I couldn’t give a rat’s arse why your brother took that money, because I’ve got you now. An hour ago, I wanted to kill the little shit, but then Riccardo brings you here and all that anger has flown out the door. You digging me, baby?” He held me by the shoulders and glided his hands over my generous curves. “I sure ain’t plotting on killing a man who brought me this.” His hands stopped on my arse and he squeezed and massaged it. I always thought my arse was on the large side but in his big muscular hands, it felt incredibly small. “You see, I’m only thinking with my dick right now, sweetness, and my dick’s going to be so far up inside that pussy real soon, you’ll be screaming my name real fucking loud.”

That was it. I didn’t care who the fuck he was anymore.
I am not going to stand here and be treated like his sex toy.
But holy fucking crap did his hands and words turn me on.

“Listen, Sebastiano, I…”

“I’m listening,” he said as he walked me out of his office, still groping my arse, and plonked me on the black-leather couch in the spacious living room.

“You talk, baby, while I inspect more of the goods.” He moved to open my blouse again, but I pushed his hands away.

“What are you doing? You are so not touching me again until we speak about my brother.”

The look on his face s
hould
have scared me, but it didn’t. I should’ve been. He was The Don, a dangerous and powerful Australian icon, yet I was telling him not to touch me when he clearly stated I was his, and only his.

“Fuck you,” he growled and his arm shot out, his hand closing around my neck. He yanked me forward, bringing me flush against him, holding me tightly until I had no choice but to look up at him. “You’re going to shut the fuck up and do as you are told.”

Oh, shit…oh, no.

I’m in trouble now. No. Hell no! And why does he have to keep touching me? I can’t think straight when he touches me.
His hands were trying to worm their way up my skirt and I tried to…what the hell? I wasn’t even trying to stop him. Instead, I was lifting myself into him, giving him better access.

“How many times do I need to tell you I own you and I can touch you whenever I want and however I like?” he stormed at me. “You really don’t get it, do you, baby?”

Rage was bubbling inside me. Even though I could not compare Sebastiano to my dickhead of a boss, he was still treating me like a sex toy and I was angry because it
didn’t
sicken me; it aroused me.

“No, I don’t fucking get it, Sebastiano.” I was about to cry; I could feel it. I hated this man. I hated him for threatening me and asking me to do something against my will. “I will not be referred to as your whore. I’m not a whore. I haven’t even…I mean, I don’t. Fuck me!”

“But baby, that’s what I was trying to do,
fuck you
, and you stopped me.” As he reached for me, I screamed at the top of my lungs, my arm flew forward and the palm of my hand cracked against his face.

Holy fuck, I just hit Sebastiano Morassi.

***

SEBASTIANO

Never had anyone raised their hand to me since my father. And I had put an end to him years ago. The bastard.
Do I want to end Sierra? Why isn’t she shit-scared of me? I’m The Don, for fuck’s sake.
No one dared strike me. No one. They wouldn’t dare.

If any of the men were here and witnessed a woman hit me, I’d have had to act out. If it were any other woman, I would have perhaps lashed out. Maybe by restraining her somehow, removing her from my presence, but I would never hit a woman. Never. Not after seeing my father beat the living shit out of my mother day in and day out.

But with Sierra hitting me, I had a completely different reaction. Fuck, my little goddess just hit me! She had no idea how much her slapping me turned me on. I was angry and the rage running through me was ferocious, but at the same time, my cock was growing harder and harder by the second. She was in trouble—sexual trouble. As much as she came across as feisty, I could see she was scared of me and I thrived on her fear. Her fear alone could send me into incredible orgasmic pleasure. I needed to fuck my sassy spitfire before my balls exploded. Fuck, she could work me up in no time.

“I-I’m sorry. I—”

I cut her off with my laugh. “Oh, baby, don’t be sorry. It’s all foreplay.” Reaching out, I pulled her against me once again. “See how hard you make me?” I asked as I ground against her.

The groan she tried to stifle urged me on even more. I wanted to hear that sweet noise she made again. I ran my left hand from where I was holding her by her upper arms, down her body, and tweaked a nipple as I brushed past it. She arched into my hand but I wasn’t staying there; I had other intentions.
This woman is mine, I will please her my way, and however I see fit.
My hand carried on with its slow descent. Once I reached the hem of her skirt, I pulled it up and made my way underneath, aiming for the apex of her sexy thighs. 

“I shouldn’t be letting you do this,” she rasped.

Ignoring her, I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her underwear, running them over her folds as I searched for her clit. “But you want to
let
me. Your body wants to
let
me. You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

She arched her body, chasing my fingers, trying to guide them to her sweet spot. I stopped and kept my fingers very still. I had her exactly where I wanted her. I was the one in control. And I knew how to play a woman like a musical instrument. Sierra was my violin and I was going to strum her until she came apart.

“Please…” she begged. 

“I’m warning you now, Sierra. I own you. I own your body. I own your orgasms,” I growled against her ear.

I removed my hand from between her thighs and guided her to lie down on the sofa. She complied; no words, no arguments. I smiled internally; at least she wasn’t fighting me anymore. I lifted her skirt and pulled her underwear down her legs. She tried to keep her legs closed and hide the vision I had in front of me, but there was no way I was allowing her to do that. One look at her beautiful pussy and I knew what I needed to do. I wanted to touch her, taste her and lick her. I’d have her thrashing and screaming my name while I licked her pussy until she couldn’t bear it anymore. Then and only then would she know who owned her.

Dropping to my knees on the floor, I placed her luscious long legs over my shoulders. I leaned forward and blew a hot breath against her pussy, separating her delicate pink folds, and took one glorious lick. As I glided my tongue up and down her moist lips, I dipped it into her wet channel. Her response was to squirm beneath me, but I held her hips, steadying her with my hands. Sierra was buckling and pushing herself toward my face in anticipation.

“Yeah, that’s it, sweetness. I want you to fuck my fa—”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Sebastiano, can you not take your fucking
troia
, your precious whore, to your room? Our daughter lives here and she doesn’t need to see you with your face buried in a whore’s cunt.”

Dread filled my body as I heard my ex-wife’s voice behind me.
Fuck!
I regretfully moved away from that beautiful taste of Heaven before me. 

I glared over my shoulder and with an apologetic look, I lowered Sierra’s legs and pulled her skirt down over her thighs so she was covered. Damn shame covering all that glory. Sierra rearranged her clothing and sat there, looking pouty and aroused.

“Sierra is not a whore, Teresa. Now, what the fuck are you doing here? And how the fuck did you get in here? You fuck one of my men out front to get past them? You know what, I don’t care. You obviously came here for something, so hurry the fuck up and tell me what the fuck it is.”

“There is no way I am discussing my business in front of your whore,” Teresa spat.
I lost it. I absolutely totally fucking snapped. I looked back at Sierra who was obviously embarrassed at being caught in such an uncompromising position.
Fuck, she must
feel
like a whore.
That was the second time that day I’d been caught in an unfortunate sexual encounter. Although, I wouldn’t refer to any encounter with Sierra as unfortunate.

In an uncontrollable rage, I was up and in front of Teresa within seconds. Not caring what Sierra witnessed or if I was scaring her even more, I grabbed my stupid bitch ex-wife by the neck and pinned her roughly to the wall.

“You will not call her that again. We are divorced, remember? You are
nothing
to me. Nothing!” I screamed. “I can and I
will
cut you the fuck off, Teresa. Hell, I would have put you to ground years ago if it wasn’t for the fact that Lorena might actually give a shit about you. That is if you ever decide to clean up your act and get off those drugs,” I snarled at her through clenched teeth.

I felt Sierra’s hand pulling on my bicep before I turned and caught sight of her shocked face from the corner of my eye.

“Let her go, Sebastiano, please. She had no way of knowing about our situation. Anyone would have jumped to that conclusion. Please, let her go. Let her breathe. Please,” she begged me.

I tore my eyes away from Sierra and turned to look at Teresa. Sierra was right; I was squeezing Teresa’s throat so tightly she couldn’t breathe. Fuck, just like my father. Something I swore I wouldn’t do. Ever.

I slowly released my grip, allowing Teresa to crumple to the floor, gasping and gulping for breath as she clutched her throat.

“Guido,” I called out to see if one of my men were outside. They should be because one of the fuckers let the stupid bitch in here in the first place. “Guido, get the fuck in here and take this piece of trash to my office.”

Guido walked in grudgingly, knowing he’d done the wrong thing. He probably had Teresa suck his cock off to let her in.
Fucker.

“Sorry, Boss, I couldn’t help it. She started unzipping my pants and then made a grab for my dick and started sucking it like a fucking ice-pop,” Guido explained.

“Shut up and get her the fuck out of here and in the office. I’ll be there in a minute,” I ordered him. He immediately followed my instructions, picking up Teresa from the floor and dragging her down the hall toward my office. I turned my attention to Sierra, who looked shaken.

“You.” I turned to her and rubbed my hands up and down her arms, soothingly. I could feel her trembling. “You, my little spitfire, will never interfere in my business like that again. You hear me? Never.” Sierra nodded in agreement.

Although Sierra had been right about my violent reaction toward Teresa, I didn’t like being told what to do. “You understand that, don’t you, sweetness?” My eyes never left hers as I spoke. “I am The Don. You don’t have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do. I have a bad temper, Sierra, and you will get accustomed to it because you will witness it. Often.

“Now, I am going to go take care of whatever it is Teresa is demanding and in the meantime, I want you to relax and make yourself at home. I won’t be long. I promise.”

I grabbed her by the chin and gently rubbed her delicate jaw with my fingers. Her lips were ripe, pink and pouty. For the very first time, I brushed my lips against hers, nipping at her bottom lip, biting and pulling on it every so often. I ran my tongue along the seam of her lips and continued to brush feather-light kisses against them. I wanted to eat her the fuck up. She was so delicious. So addictive.

When I pressed my growing hardness against the juncture of her thighs, I heard her sudden intake of breath. Fuck, she was so responsive. Smoothing her silky hair away from her face, I whispered in her ear, “I’ll be back, sweetness, and I’ll still be hard for you.” I released her and reluctantly walked away. 

***

I stormed into my office slamming the door shut behind me. My goddamn stupid ex-wife gave me the shits and riled me up something rotten. I couldn’t believe I managed to be married to Teresa for so long and hadn’t strangled her or killed her with my bare hands.

I walked straight for my desk and grabbed my saving grace, my rosary beads. They kept me sane. There was something grounding about them. I had one in almost every room of the house and in my cars. This particular one was a wooden one; I bought it the last time I was in Rome. I rolled the wooden beads between my fingers, already beginning to feel a sense of peace throughout my body. With the beads in my hand, I turned to glare at Teresa. She was sitting awkwardly in the chair facing my desk, her hands still clutching at her throat.

“What do you want, Teresa? It better be important and you better not be wasting my fucking time,” I shouted at her.

“I need some money—”
I abruptly cut her off. “Are you fucking kidding me? What have you done with the money I gave you last week? Are you shooting up again?” I grabbed her arm, shoved her sleeve up and looked for the tell-tale marks. Jackpot – there they were. “I thought you were getting past this shit and having therapy. You promised me, Teresa. You swore you’d get clean for our daughter. For Lorena, or have you forgotten about her?”

“No, I haven’t forgotten about her,” Teresa lashed out, snatching her arm back from my hold and glaring at me in anger. “She’s the reason I take those fucking drugs. I have been taking drugs ever since I fell pregnant with her. Not knowing if she was yours or that…that monster’s…”

“What? You took drugs while you were pregnant, with my kid? Are you fucking insane, woman?” I was beyond angry now. How stupid was I not to have known she was dabbling in drugs all those years ago?

“I couldn’t bear to carry that
devil child
in me for those nine whole months. But you, you made me. You made me have her. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been raped in the first place. You fucking owe me, Sebastiano.” Teresa was beyond crazy. “I bet you probably paid that monster to do that to me. Didn’t you? Answer me, you bastard.” She stood and started toward me but Guido quickly intercepted and restrained her. I could feel the vein in my neck pulsating and accelerating at a fast speed. “You wanted to get rid of me.”