“Please let me come!”
Hiking my dress higher around my waist, Leo shifts his hip angle to drive inside me, grinding against my clit with every sinfully deep thrust. Stars explode across my vision as my head drops back, my mouth falling open on a silent scream.
And I come hard.
Clit fluttering, I pulse around his hard, thick length, urging him deeper inside me.
Leo groans, his motions slowing as his forehead falls onto the mattress beside my ear. His labored breaths are dangerously sensual, sending ripples of excitement out to my fingers and toes before I’m even finished climaxing.
A bold desire to be the one who tips him over the edge rises inside me, and with my heart hammering against my ribs, I turn my head so my lips brush against his ear. “I want to feel you come inside me,” I whisper, my core tightening with the thought.
“Cazzo, Sora,” he hisses, his cock stiffening even further inside me, and he turns to capture my lips in a molten kiss. “I love that dirty mouth of yours,” he rasps as he picks up the pace, rocking inside me with enough force to make the bed creak.
He didn’t actually say he lovesme, but hearing the word in the throes of passion does something to my chemistry that seems to take me completely out of my body.
His fingers press into my flesh as he grips my ass with near bruising force, and the still smarting skin from his spanking sends a zing of pain-laced pleasure up my spine. I gasp, clinging to his broad shoulders as I hold on for the ride. My core flutters as I feel him swelling inside me, finding his release with three hard thrusts.
Warmth floods me as cum rushes into my depths, triggering an aching satisfaction that makes my walls pulse and my toes tingle. This time, my orgasm isn’t explosive. It’s so luxuriously sneaky it steals my breath away.
“Leo,” I moan, my eyes sinking closed as waves of pleasure wash through me, and I melt into a puddle beneath him as he collapses on top of me.
All the angry tension from when he entered the room seems to have evaporated. In its place is a shocking sense of relief, a bone-deep calm that makes me want to bury my face against his chest and sleep.
With a low groan, Leo wraps an arm around my waist, and before I know what he’s doing, he’s rolling us both, his cock still buried inside me. As he shifts to lie on his back, he keeps me trapped against his chest, my knees bent so I’m straddling him, my cheek against his chest.
I can hear the steady thump of his heart, feel the heat rising off his body, and with his arms like a cage around me, I don’t even try to move. It feels so good to lie in bed together, soaking in the temporary peace we’ve found.
18
LEO
Sora did a beautiful job of planning the dinner announcing my succession. As a more intimate affair than our wedding, she set it up to start with drinks in the drawing room and dinner in the formal dining room—like we did for our rehearsal dinner. And while her touch is less distinctly feminine than she and her mother chose for the wedding, her choice of decor for the evening is full of elegance and sophistication.
I can see the value in her eye for detail, the style she brings to the evening, with a selection of high-end Japanese whiskey to round off the selection of Italian wines and light, pre-dinner hors d’oeuvres.
Even the don looks impressed as he eyes the accents of candles and small glass vases of flowers set around the room to give it a warmer ambiance. Sora even hired a harpist, who sits subtly in the corner, her evening cocktail dress a shimmering navy fabric that both makes her invisible and catches the eye whenever I glance over.
Sora herself looks stunning in a forest green dress that’s almost revealing enough that I could have picked it out for her. The silk skirt wraps around her hips in several layers, hinting at a deep slit over her right leg that has yet to show me anything higher than her knee. But the heart-shaped bodice is something else entirely. The ribbed corset is strapless, coming just high enough to hug her chest, with nude fabric beneath the rhinestones that are strategically sewn to cover and also call attention to her breasts.
Her dark hair has been curled and pinned up so it cascades over one shoulder, giving her a sense of modesty that the dress itself might not. She’s put on her mask of makeup tonight, though it’s simpler than what I’ve seen before—just a dusting of foundation to soften her blush and a simple cat eye that makes her eyes more slanted and seductive.
The more I’m around Sora, the harder I find it to separate my use for her and my desire. Though our relationship around my family can be described as civil at best, when we’re alone together, the attraction is magnetic—and it’s growing harder to ignore at occasions like this.
“Your wife sure did pull out all the stops for tonight,” Miko observes as he stands near my left shoulder. Swirling his Old-Fashioned, he watches the amber liquid chase the orange around the bottom of the glass rather than looking at the subject of his observation—a sneaky way of keeping a low profile while still having my back.
“She did,” I agree as our eyes meet across the room, and though the world might miss the subtle color that infuses her cheeks, it makes my cock start to swell. Lifting my drink in solute, I toast her silently, my lips curving into a smirk.
The soft smile she gives me in response makes my slacks that much tighter, and I clear my throat as I turn my attention to the drawing room door as it opens to allow another set of guests. Sora’s family arrives, Kenji leading the way with Tatsuo and Aya a step behind him, and they turn immediately in my father’s direction, though Sora is closer.
I catch her eyes following their movement, a flicker of emotions crossing her face before her mask of cordiality is firmly in place. I’m getting better at reading her, I think. Or maybe her ability to hide her feelings is growing weaker now that she’s living in a house full of men who couldn’t stay silent about something even if they wanted to.
But I don’t have time to make my way over to Sora before the doors open once again, this time for thecapo dei capiand his wife.
“Don Parelli,” I greet warmly as all eyes shift toward the guest of honor. “And your lovely wife. We’re honored to be hosting you all the way from Sicily.”
“It’s been too long since we’ve had an occasion to fly out to Chicago,” he says, grasping my hand and clapping me on the back. “I’m sorry we couldn’t make the wedding, though it would seem congratulations are in order. Where is this young bride of yours I’ve heard so much about?”
“Don Parelli-sama,” Sora says softly, inclining her head in a graceful bow as she appears by my side. “It’s such a pleasure.”
