I dig my nails into her waist while my other hand explores her. “Smooth. Did you do this for me, Principessa?” I tease, slipping two fingers inside her. She moans as she grabs hold of my shoulder for support.
“Fuck you, Luciano,” she spits back at me, but the way her body clenches around my fingers says otherwise. When I grip a fistful of her hair, our eyes lock, cold blue meeting fierce brown. I fuck her with my fingers harder, faster. She’s close to orgasming, I can feel it.
“Who’s the Don?” I ask, stopping my fingers and leaving her on edge.
“No,” she pants.
“Say it and I’ll let you come.” I nibble on her earlobe while I start to stroke her clit.
“You are,” she barely manages to say.
My fingertips rest just inside her. “I am what?”
“You are the Don,” she confirms as I thrust my fingers back into her, causing her to arch back into me. Just as she’s closing to coming, I pull free of her again, sucking my fingers clean. “Ever tasted yourself, Principessa?”
She shakes her head. I drive two fingers back in, teasing her until she starts bucking wildly again. I pull my fingers out. “Taste yourself, and I’ll let you come,” I whisper in her ear. Obediently, she licks my fingers clean. I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips.
Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her into a rough, demanding kiss. “Luciano,” she breathes against my lips as I pull her corset down, her pierced nipples now exposed and aching for my touch. I lift her onto the desk, and she pushes all the files out of the way, some of them floating to the floor as I sling her legs over my shoulders, pushing her flat on her back.
One of my hands caresses her left tit, while the other plunges between her legs, my tongue lapping at her wetness, desperately needing to taste her. She grabs my hair, pulling me closer, and I add two fingers into her while biting and stretching her delicate lips as she trembles beneath me. I suck and twist, making her arch, begging for more. I want to bury my cock deep inside her, but I have to hold off.
My name rips from her throat as her body arches, a scream of surrender as she comes all over my fingers and face. I haul her up, sitting her on the desk’s edge. “Get on your knees,” I command.
Unzipping my pants, I free my hard cock, stroking it slow, watching her eyes fill with lust. Her tongue traces from my balls to the tip where she opens wide, taking me deep. Muffled moans spill from her lips as I grip her ponytail, setting the brutal rhythm. “Who’s my naughty girl?”
Her eyes lock with mine, and I stroke her cheek. “Fuck, play with yourself, Principessa.” Her fingers find her clit, rubbing slowly as she moans around me. “Make yourself come,” I order, watching her slip two fingers inside, her sucking faltering as she nears the edge.
“Charlie,” I grunt. “I didn’t say to stop sucking my dick.” Her eyes flick up, and I push her head down harder. She takes me deeper, and I spill down her throat as she shudders with her own release.
Pulling back, I tuck my dick back into my pants. “Come on. We’re going to the shooting range.”
She starts to protest, scrambling to stand. Her clothes are still a mess. “But today is defense with Carlo, not shooting.”
“You didn’t shoot yesterday so you’ll make up today. Any lesson you miss, you will make up the next day,” I remind her.
“Damn it.” She quickly straightens her clothes while following behind me. I knew she was going to be hesitant to shoot, especially seeing her reaction around guns.
We round the front of the house and see Rocco sitting in the foyer waiting. When he sees us, he gets up from his station and falls behind Charlie. Good. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him after what happened to Charlie. His leadership skills are severely lacking, yet he was highly recommended to us. Maybe I should get Gabriele to dig further into his background.
The drive to the shooting range is quick. As we get out of the car, Mattia is watching a pair of soldiers shoot. “That’s enough for today,” he tells them.
They turn to leave until they see me, quickly bowing their heads in respect. “Don,” each acknowledge as they walk past me.
“Are they all this scared of you?” Charlie asks from beside me.
“It’s a mix of fear and respect, Charlie,” I tell her. “You aren’t a good leader if there isn’t a bit of fear.”
I turn my attention to Mattia. “By the end of the lesson, I want her to know how to safely load and hold a pistol. She needs to take her first shot today.”
“Si,” Mattia says before stepping over to the table to grab a pistol for Charlie.
I grab a pair of safety glasses and earplugs. “Here. Put these on.” She hesitates until I shove them at her. “It will be loud without the earplugs,” I remind her, and she quickly puts them on.
I leave her to Mattia and go lean against the car, further enough away that I can still see and hear what’s happening, but not close enough to distract her. Rocco stands stiff by my side, watching his surroundings.
I watch as Mattia picks up a pistol. “This pistol is the Colt 1911. It’s a good allrounder.” She watches as Mattia takes his time explaining the different parts of the gun, showing her how to reload it, how tohold it in her hands, how to safely put it in her pocket. Each step she’s hesitant but obeys his orders.
It’s now time for her to take her first shot. “Charlie, stand taller. Do not slouch,” Mattia tells her, but I can see her posture is still off. She’s nervous. He comes to stand behind her and puts his hands on her shoulders to pull them back. He lifts her chin higher, holding her waist to adjust her stance. I can’t help the loud rumble that escapes my chest. Rocco glances at me but doesn’t dare say a word. Like he can feel my glare, Mattia glances back at me and shakes his head as if to say,You’re an idiot.
