With quick, precise motions, I release his belt buckle. “Smash his head in or slit his throat.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, helping me with his zipper.
I drag my panties to the side, and line him up. He thrusts, burying every inch of his pierced cock in me. A gasp spills from my lips. I’ll never grow used to how all that metal feels. His Jacob’s Ladder grazes against every sensitive nerve. The King’s Crown rubs back and forth over my G-spot until my eyes roll back in my head.
He fucks me with punishing thrusts, just the way I like it. Rough and unforgiving. Plucking my sensitized nipples, he sucks my neck. Biting down, the pain mixes with pleasure, and I revel in the thought of his mark on my skin.
I drink in his feral grunts. His Italian curses. This man holds nothing back, and I love every second of it.
He works me higher and higher. We’re raw, brutal, completely entranced by each other.
Yes, yes!
He reaches between us and pinches my clit. The sharp pain sends me into the stratosphere.
I scream his name as I come apart. With an animalistic grunt he fills me with his cum.
CHAPTER 43
Maximo
We set out on my yacht tonight under darkness, guarded by soldiers in speedboats keeping watch for any trouble. I want this dinner date to be perfect. Elena deserves that much and more.
“Now that Mrs. Rizzo is no criminal mastermind, who else is on your suspect list?” Elena asks from where she sits across from me. She’s so gorgeous that for a moment I can’t form a reply.
Taking a swallow of wine, I clear my throat. “Unfortunately, two others that I’d prefer not be on the list. Lazaro Achilli and Julius Fabini.”
“Your underboss and your consigliere,” she muses. “As they should be.”
“What do you mean?” I press. Does she know something about them that I don’t?
She nibbles on a pasta dish, one of her favorites from Italy. “Well, Lazaro was my father’s underboss. He knew the succession would go to my uncle, Davide, if anything happened to Papa. There were rumors that he fueled some bad blood between them, just so Papa would favor him over his own brother. I know Papa and my uncle didn’t like each other much,but I never found out the story behind it. My uncle also didn’t like Lazaro.”
Interesting. “Then how did Lazaro end up keeping his role as second-in-command? Davide could have chosen anyone he wanted.”
“There’s a rumor that Lazaro had something on Uncle Davide, which is how he stayed in his position as underboss, even though they didn’t like each other. So, blackmail, I guess.”
“Is that so?” This is actually all news to me. Though I don’t put much weight on the gossip mill.
She bobs her head. “How did he end up as your underboss? I heard he wanted to be named don after Uncle Davide was killed.”
“He did,” I confirm, popping an olive into my mouth. “When the families backed me instead, I gave him the role as a consolation prize.”
“Oh. Well… sorry to say, but that was your first mistake.” Elena sips her wine, looking every bit the mafia queen.
I arch a brow. “And my second mistake?”
“Julius Fabini. He’s clever, but he’s also out for himself. Mr. Fabini would throw you under a bus if it meant he could get ahead one tiny bit.”
“Is that so?” This conversation isn’t giving me much faith in my past decisions.
“Yeah, it is. Did you know he sold out his only brother to the Russians to save his own skin?”
I lean in. “How do you know all of this?”
“The aunties.”
“Hm, you mean gossip.”
