((⚠️2 smut scenes ahead))

Not breaking the kiss, his hand moves to my back and swiftly unclasps my bra and pulls it off. I let it fall to the ground as I push aside his shirt and he tosses it away.

Elio gently lays me on the bed and hovers on top of me. One hand in his hair, I draw my nails lightly down the nape of his neck and my other hand drags down his toned chest and defined abs.

Good lord, why does he have to be so irresistible!

His palm is warm as he plays with my breast, rolling my hardened nipple between his thumb and index fingers. I moan into his mouth, lightly tugging his hair.

He sucks and bites my bottom lip, making me whimper, before trailing hot open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, down to my neck, and collarbone. Goosebumps raise all over my skin as every inch of my body buzzes with excitement and anticipation.

My body grows hot, fire replacing the blood streaming in my veins. He takes my nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it.

I moan, my back arching from the pleasure shooting down my spine, clenching my core. He sucks and grazes the soft skin of my breasts with his teeth, not leaving either of them from his notice.

Need thrums in me, as the ache between my legs grows unbearably.

As though sensing my desperation, his hand ever so slowly drags down my naked stomach, reaching the waistline of the skirt, he pulls it off me, along with my panties, dropping them to the floor. He places himself between my legs. Hooded eyes, and dazed with lust I gaze at him.

The mop of his chestnut curly hair is disheveled from the numerous times I ran my hands through it, and his full lips are swollen. His darkening eyes rove over my naked form, I squirm, needing him closer to me, and much more.

He smirks, satisfaction gleaming in his beautiful chestnut eyes as he brings his face less than an inch away from mine.

"I like it when you get needy, tesorino," he huskily says next to my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin, sending sparks of pleasure across my body. His fingers lightly brush my slick folds and my hips raise, making him chuckle.

Planting a long, searing kiss on my neck, gruffly he says, "Tell me what you want?"

My heart pounds in my chest, and my core pulses in beat with it. Without hesitance, the word tumbles out of me breathlessly. "You."

"Brava ragazza," he groans, his fingers lightly rubbing my clit.

My eyes flutter shut; my breathing becomes heavier. The circular motion of his fingers is driving me mad. Though it's nowhere near enough.

My hips buck up, and he smirks against my neck, lightly sucking under my jaw.

"Elio," I whimper, my hands latching to his shoulders. "Please."

His finger dips into me and I bite my bottom lip to hold back my moan. In deliberate motion, he starts pumping his finger in and out of me, as his thumb continues working on my clit.

I press my head down into the mattress, my muscles tensing, the intense pleasure jolting through my body with each thrust.

Roughly sucking the crook of my neck, a loud surprised whimper escapes me. His teeth graze the flesh right above my nipple, his tongue plays with my nub before he sucks on it hard, earning another gasp from me. A second finger is added, as he picks up the pace of thrusting in and out of me, each time rubbing and hitting all the right spots.

My toes curl and my back arches, pressing me to him. Elio's lips capture mine in a hungry kiss as my fingers dig into his shoulder blades.

Uncontrolled moans slip out of me as I pant and gasp each time he pumps his fingers hitting a spot deep inside me, while quickening his motions on my clit.

"Elio," I gasp, holding on to him tighter, my legs quivering.

"Cum for me," he whispers gruffly next to my ear, his hand pumping in and out of me unimaginably fast.

As though his deep voice and his words are all the encouragement my body needs to explode. Pure bliss bursts inside me and I scream his name as I come undone. Tidal waves of ecstasy wash over me, levitating me, sending my soul to cloud nine and back, making me see stars.

Breathing heavily, I open my eyes, meeting his lust-filled gaze.

"Sei perfetta, tesoro," [You're perfect, darling] he rasps and locks my lips with his, smoldering me from inside out.

Too soon, he breaks the kiss. Not giving me a chance to even open my mouth and complain, he goes down on me, his mouth latches to my clit and he roughly sucks.

I cry out in pleasure, my eyes squeezing shut as my hips buck up. His arms wrap around my thighs, keeping them wide apart. His tongue flicks and plays with my clit and folds, still sensitive from my previous orgasm. Every suck, every hot breath sends ripples of pleasure through my body, enfolding me in an entirely new and intense sensation.

Every thought and care slips from my grasp. My mind only perceives the pleasure he's giving me.

Elio slides in a finger making me moan even louder. Taking it as his cue, he adds another finger before pumping in and out of me.

I writhe and squirm, mewling and moaning like there's no tomorrow, clutching and gripping the sheets of the bed, his hand, and anything within my grasp as he quickens the rhythm of his thrusting fingers, while his wicked tongue swirls and caresses the sensitive nerve ending.

My muscles grow taut as the pressure suffuses across my body. My cries of pleasure grow louder and more frenzied. Elio thrusts his fingers harder and faster, curling and hitting the perfect spot while his tongue works his magic on me.

My body trembles violently and I scream out Elio's name in pure ecstasy. Volcanic pleasure erupts in me, shattering my world and showing me a different kind of euphoria as wave after wave of my orgasm storms through my body.

Elio doesn't stop though, prolonging my blissful state until I can't take it.

My bones are replaced with jelly, and my limbs fall limp as my legs quiver. The tingling sensation remains long after he stops and crawls on top of me while I try to catch my breath.

Elio lays a soft kiss on the side of my knee before laying down next to me on the bed, propping himself up on his elbow, tucking aside my sweaty hair stuck to my forehead.

Languidly, I watch him pull me to himself, my chest still rising and falling rapidly, keeping me lightheaded.

"Holy shit," I breathe out and he chuckles kissing my temple.

"Is that the entire feedback I'll be receiving?" He nuzzles his nose against my neck lightly sucking the skin. "So you enjoyed everything I did to you?" I sense his smirk against my skin.

Enjoyed is a fucking understatement! I fucking loved it! "Yes," I pant.

His free hand toys with my nipple and my eyes flutter shut. The serenity is almost addictive. My mind replays the way he made me feel and —holy shit!

Mortified, my eyes spring open and I turn to Elio. He frowns with confusion, tilting his head slightly.

"Please tell me your room is soundproof," I squeak.

Realization flashes across his handsome features and he falls back on the bed guffawing like a madman.

"Elio!" I slap his arm lightly and he laughs harder.

"It's not," he says once his laughter dies out, leaving a wide, impish grin on his face.

I gasp and cover my face, burning blush rushing up to my cheeks. "Oh my God." The hit of embarrassment is so strong I'm convinced it has the power to evaporate me.

He chuckles again and I glare at him.

"Why did you do that! Your men heard me!"

"Don't worry about-"

"What do you mean don't worry about it! How can I ever look at their faces and not die of embarrassment!"

"Easily?" he offers, amusement glinting in his eyes.

Scowling at him, I sitting upright. I grab my panties and slide them on before snatching my shirt from the floor, and a new idea sparks in my head.

Still in bed, I shrug into my shirt. "Can you please change them? Assign new, different men to stand guard in the hallway."

"Tesorino mio," he sighs, grabbing my wrist and pulling me down to him, stopping me from buttoning my shirt. "You care too much." He gazes at me, with his head resting on his palm and his elbow firmly planted on the bed. I lay down beside him.

"But Elio-" I protest but he interrupts me.

"Believe me, they don't care. Stop worrying, they're used to these things," he casually says before freezing.

I squint at him. "They're used to what?"

He forces out an awkward chuckle. "Hearing these sounds."

I nod slowly as I scrutinize him and he avoids my gaze. "In general, or from your room?"

For some unexplainable reason, I find myself caring about the number of women he has been with... this is so wrong! And uncalled for!

"Both," he hesitantly answers, warily glancing at me.

Okay, that's it. If we're going to sleep with each other, I need to know more about him... just to know what kind of person I'm sleeping with... nothing more. Please don't be anything more than that.

"How many women have you been with, Elio?" I ask, sitting upright and folding my arms.

He groans. "Cerise."

"I want to know."

I fix a stern stare at him until he sighs and gives in. "I have very easy access to a lot of women," he reluctantly says, eyeing me carefully.

I snort. "You run the underworld, I'd be surprised if you didn't."

He nods and sits, his gaze never leaving my face. "When I became the capo I wasn't in the best state of mind."

I narrow my eyes. "So? It's just a number, Elio. How hard can it be to say a number?"

"You're right." He bobs his head up and down comically too fast before scratching his chin. "A lot."

"You know I've only been with two men, I think it's only fair if I know the exact number too."

He purses his mouth and lifts a shoulder. "It doesn't really matter, Cerise. Can we just forget I sai-"

"I want to know," I cut him off and glower at him. "Why are you not telling me?"

"Because you'll run off again and ignore me for another two weeks just like you always do." He throws his arms up exasperatedly.

"I don't!" I pipe.

He throws an incredulous look at me and I look away.

"Okay, sometimes," I mumble begrudgingly.

"Sometimes?"

I press my lips to a thin line and glare at him. "Don't change the subject. I promise I won't run off."

He expels a deep sigh, rubbing his face. "For a year and a half, I used to drink a lot, to the point of blacking out... and I used to spend a lot of weekends, and sometimes weekdays too in our clubs. The one-night stands were all distractions."

"It's just a number," I grumble and hold my palms up. "I'm not asking to judge you, I just want to know, that's all."

He stares at me in exasperation.

I roll my eyes. "Five?"

A breathy chuckle tumbles out of him and he shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Eleven?" I offer, that's slightly above the average body count for men, so it should suffice.

"You're not going to drop this, are you?"

"No!" I defiantly hold my head up.

"I don't know the exact number."

I snort and he holds up his hands in mock defense.

"I just told you I used to get drunk a lot, those are the blind spots."

I glower at him. "You can't even estimate?"

He scratches his cheek. "Over fifty."

I gasp, covering my mouth with both palms. Holy sweet seven deadly sins of hell.

After five seconds of utter shock, the sharp blow of an emotion I can't identify— disappointment, hurt, I really don't know—disorients me.

That's just simply too much! But what's worse is that... this is the way he is.

He sleeps with whoever he wants and discards them the next day.

I don't know why this is bothering me so much, it's not like anything between us is supposed to be... special.

He's the third man I'm going to be with, while I'll be in the latest woman he fucks in the long list of names he has screwed before.

He has done all of these things he's doing with me with over fifty other women.

In a crushing realization, it dawns on me, I thought I was... different because the way he's treating me has been special, leading me to assume... I am special.

Shame and anger flit through my system and I get to my feet, grabbing my skirt from the ground.

Why am I hurt! Did I really think —despite all of my efforts to not misunderstand him and his actions— that I'm anything beyond an unimportant fickle present in his life—well more like a nuisance he wants to get rid of.

"You're doing it again," Elio's quiet voice snaps me out of my spiraling thoughts.

Confused, I tilt my head as I face him.

"You're running off," he inclines his chin to the skirt I'm putting back on.

"No, I'm not." I drop the skirt and plop back down on the bed, crossing my legs and sitting tensely.

"That's why I didn't want to tell you-" he starts, waving his hand around, but I sharply interject.

"I'm glad you did." I hold my chin up.

Now I know precisely where I stand. Things are going to be super casual between us, we'll probably sleep together once or twice until he gets bored and moves to his next endeavor.

At least, now I know what I've got myself into.

"I told you I wasn't in the right headspace," he starts slowly, creeping closer to me. "They were a distraction, but I promise I'm not using you as a distraction or-"

I nod curtly. "Okay." I close off, not letting his gentle words affect me. No, I can't fall weak in front of the biggest player I've ever come across.

He sighs.

"I have a few more questions," I announce.

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "Cerise, c'mon, I already regret saying this much to you, it ruined our-"

"I wanted to know, so don't regret answering me." I push my shoulders back and face him, training my gaze on his face and not letting it stray down to his still-naked body.

"How many of them were more than just a casual hook-up?"

"None. I don't even remember their faces."

I nibble my bottom lip and nod. "Since you've decided to introduce me as more than just your ally, is there anyone I should be worried about?"

His brows pull together but before he gets the chance to speak, I quickly add. "Have you dated anyone in the past year? And perhaps ended things recently."

"You really don't need to worry about these things."

"It means you have," I conclude, shooting a glare at him.

"I don't date, tesorino," he says with a smile, trying to lighten up the mood.

I roll my eyes. "Is she important? And when did things end between you two?"

He groans irritably, throwing his head back. "God I hate it when you get into your prosecutor mode."

"Well?" I probe.

He heaves a sigh. "We weren't serious... it was mainly just to stop the rumors going around how unstable and unfit I was for being a capo and whatnot. It was more like genuine fuck buddies."

I arch an eyebrow expectantly.

He huffs. "Only four clans are left in Sicily, you already know three of them... Trisola is the daughter of the fourth clan."

I gape at him. "The girl you were with?"

He nods.

Holy shit!

"But you don't need to worry about her, we ended things on a good note."

"When?"

"About a week before you arrived."

"A week before you kidnapped me," I sharply correct him.

"Semantics." He shrugs nonchalantly.

I ignore his reply and rub my temple. "For how long were you together?"

"A little over a year."

I run my fingernails up and down my cheek. "I swear to God if your ex comes after me, I'm kicking your ass."

He chuckles, shaking his head and pulling me to himself, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I told you, you don't need to worry about her. Trisola is a very nice and understanding person. We weren't exclusive, and we ended things on our own accord. It had nothing to do with you."

Unconvinced, I nod. You never know with the mafia and the crackheads you come across.

"No one's in my life, tesorino," he murmurs next to my ear. "I want to spend the entire time you'll be staying here, with you."

I bite my bottom lip, my heart beating faster, though I can't muster enough focus to get mad at myself for being affected by him so easily and quickly.

Suddenly, Pietro and Marco's words come to the front of my mind. "She's Sicilian," I say.

He expels a deep breath as though trying to control his frustration. "Yes."

I huff a laugh to hide the slight unjustified sting in my gut. "I think Pietro might want you to tie the knot with her."

Shocked, he backs away from me with wide eyes. "What!"

I force a smile, suppressing the unreasonable burst of dislike towards this Trisola. For fuck's sake, what's wrong with me!

"He was saying under no circumstances you should marry a Russian because the next capo has to be full Sicilian, which means you must have kids with a Sicilian woman. Since you guys keep things inside the Cosa Nostra's circle, it only makes sense to be with her, I guess."

He releases his exhale in a sharp blow of air. "Unbelievable, you all were discussing my-"

"It's part of being capo apparently, don't be so pissy about it. Sure, it sucks not having a choice and everyone around you feels entitled to decide every choice and aspect of your life, but I doubt you'd have a problem with this particular one since you've already been with her."

He purses his mouth and we stare at each other for a long moment. Oddly, now I'm annoyed at him too. "Can we not talk about this anymore?" he suggests.

I sigh and nod. No use in getting all my emotions tangled up.

Elio leans to me, his index finger guiding my chin up. "Can I kiss you?" he softly asks, his nose brushing mine.

My stupid heart flutters as my eyes close and my body gravitates to him. Why does he have to make everything so hard? Why pretend I'm not like all the other women who were once in his life, for a night, only to toss me aside once he's done, just the way he did with them?

Not that I care. I shouldn't care. Everything between Elio and I is strictly physical and it carries no meaning.

He's attracted to me. I'm attracted to him. We're two consenting adults who just want to release the pending tension brewing between us.

As long as I keep my feelings in check there shouldn't be any problems.

With my mind set, I nod. "Yes."

The corner of his mouth twitches upwards before his lips find mine in an exquisitely smoldering kiss, shoving aside every thought in my mind. Savoring the feeling of his soft lips, soon our slow kiss turns more intense, hungrier, and more demanding.

His hands take off my shirt and feel every inch of my back, inclining my head back and deepening the kiss. His tongue dances with mine, his teeth occasionally graze my bottom lip. Carefully he lies me back down on the bed, and his hand slowly moves to my panties.

I break the kiss, panting hard. "Wait, one last question."

He groans and drops his head in the crook of my neck, making me giggle. "What?" he grunts.

"Are there any American mob families left? You know, organized and powerful like the Sicilians?"

He sighs and props himself up, gazing down at me. "Not to the extent of my knowledge, why do you ask?"

I nibble my bottom lip. Then what was Marco talking about? I know they form every relationship within the boundaries of their mafia and never bring outsiders into their families... but if there aren't any American mob families left-

Elio's thumb pulling out my bottom lip from my teeth breaks the chain of my thoughts. He expectantly watches me.

"Marco said," I begin and his eyebrows jump with surprise. "When Pietro was saying the woman you have to be with must be Sicilian, Marco said it could be American too... so which American clan is he talking about? Because as far as I know, there are none."

"American?" Elio echoes in wonder, his brows squishing together as he thinks.

"Can you find out who Marco was talking about?"

He raises an eyebrow. "I thought you'd have enough of mafia and won't chase anyone else in Cosa Nostra."

I shrug. "That was strictly for Italians and Mexicans."

He shakes his head; a small smile softens his features. "Did Pietro know who he was talking about?"

"I think, and he didn't seem to like the idea at all."

He nods, deep in thought.

"Will you tell me when you find out who they are?"

His gaze snaps back to my eyes, and he opens his mouth but halts, his eyes widening. He mutters something under his breath as he shakes his head chuckling and cursing again.

"What?" I ask with confusion.

"That bastard's got a shit ton of explaining to do," he huffs.

"But will you tell me if there were any criminal families left?"

He laughs and kisses my neck. "Yes, tesorino, if there are any." His eyes find mine again. "Can we now please stop talking about others?"

I giggle and nod. Our lips lock in an intense kiss, he slides my panties down my legs, never breaking our ravenous kiss. His body presses down on me as his hands keep fondling my breasts, his heavy and hardened shaft twitches on my stomach.

Gingerly, I reach for him, lightly dragging my hand up and down his girthy length.

He groans in my mouth and bites my bottom lip as his fingers find my slick folds.

My core clenches with need, my body yearns for his touch. I can't bring myself to care it might be slightly alarming that I can't get enough of him.

Flicking my folds and rubbing my sensitive nub, I moan and arch my back. My fingers wrap around him and I start pumping my hand up and down, running my thumb over his tip, making him groan and suck my neck roughly.

I whimper in pleasure, my senses buzzing with excitement, my core throbbing for him. I'm sure he's about to thrust into me but instead, his fingers slip into my wet and sensitive folds, I can't help the light sting it carries.

With one hand still around his neck, I can't stop myself from asking, "Elio, why aren't you going all the way with me?"

His eyes find mine a corner of his lips lifts up in a smirk. "Believe me, I don't want anything more than being buried inside of you and finishing together, but I'm not doing anything beyond what we've been doing. Not until and unless you trust me."

Oh.

His lips brush mine. "Do you trust me, tesorino?"

Do I?

The answer should be no. That's the right—safe—answer.

Frighteningly though, I don't know.

For the first time, I don't exactly know if I trust him or not. Or better said as should I trust him.

"Exactly," he breathes out, pulling me out of my messy thoughts. "Whenever the answer was an instant yes, I'm taking you." His lips capture mine in a ravenous kiss not giving me the chance to say something back.

Thrusting his fingers in and out of me at a quicker pace, the familiar sweet pressure starts building up again, tightening my muscles. I pump my hand up down his shaft, though my fingers can't coil around him entirely.

My moans grow louder and his free hand snakes around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. Our naked bodies touch with each of our heavy inhales and exhales. His nimble fingers draw me to the edge of my orgasm, having my body writhing under him. He thrusts his hips to my fisted fingers. His deep throaty moans heighten my pleasure, making me clench around his fingers.

I feel him swelling and twitching in my palm as my hand meets his hips' thrusts.

Whimpering and crying out in pleasure, the building tension in me reaches its peak.

Elio's hand pumps in and out of me, applying the right pressure to my clit, and with a final swirling of his fingers on my sensitive nerve ending, I dive headfirst into the mind-numbing ecstasy, as the orgasm rages on, ripping through me.

He groans and cums hard not a second after me, releasing himself all over my naked body. He kisses me deeply as he barely keeps himself upright. I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

Our pants mingle together as we try to catch our breath. His eyes find mine and for a long moment, he intently gazes at me, making my heart flutter and butterflies go insane in my stomach before falling on the bed beside me.

After our breathing relatively calms down, he helps me clean up before pulling under the covers and hugging me to himself.

The blissful exhaustion of the multiple orgasms of the day sets my mind in a hazy state, unable to care or worry about anything, not even how I'm all snuggled up against him.

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