Page 51 of Fatal Sloth

"Hmm," I hum, trying not to let my mind linger on the warmth of her against me.

“Bash,” she repeats, unhooking herself from my hold, sitting up and looking around, a little confused.

I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her back to me and covering us with the blankets. “Shh, sleep, Piccolina.” I kiss her forehead, and she snuggles back into me, and we both drift off to sleep.

An hour later, I wake up with her lying on top of me, her face buried in the crook of my neck, and her body sprawled across mine with her fist gripping the hem of my shirt sleeve like she's making sure that I don't leave her.

When she starts to stir slightly, it allows me to see the alarm clock. It's 6:52 a.m.

I'm not sure if I'm more shocked that I snuggled with Mia all night or that I slept through the night and I'm waking up this early. I haven’t slept through the night since our wedding. But this was the best night's sleep of my life.

Typically, by this time, I would have been up all night, and la piccola ballerina would be finishing her morning workout and getting ready for breakfast. Mia stirs again in her sleep, grinding herself on my dick that is getting harder by the second.

“Keep that up, Piccolina, and I’ll fuck you till you can't walk.”

“I-I’m not…” she stutters, unable to form a sentence. And if it isn't the cutest thing I've seen. “H-how long have you been here?” she asks, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she sits up. I don't think she realizes that she’s straddling me, and I sure as hell won't be the one to say it as I lay my hands on her hips.

“Hmm?” I ask, but I'm not really able to focus much on anything but our current position. I can see the outline of her tits through the thin fabric, and I could rip this shirt off her and take her all over again.

“Did you sleep in bed with me all night? Why?” Her voice is low, almost timid, as her cheeks turn pink.

“After yesterday, you'd think you wouldn't be so embarrassed around me,” I ask. I don't think now's the time to admit that I’ve become a pussy and want to be with her, to comfort her through her nightmares every night.

She's still straddling me, and as she sits back, my dick becomes painfully hard beneath her. My hand slips under the shirt she's wearing, gently rubbing her hips. "I’m not embarrassed," she asserts, sounding more confident.

“Then you’re turned on.” I playfully reply, running my hand higher until I feel her pebbled nipples. Using my thumb and finger, I pull softly, eliciting a little moan from la piccola ballerina. So fucking responsive as she leans into my touch. Her blue eyes lock with mine as she grinds herself on me a little harder.

“You’re playing with fire, Piccolina,” I say, earning a small smile from Mia.

I can't resist—I grab the back of her head, pulling her towards me, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss before I break the kiss and rip the shirt over her head- flipping us over so I’m on top now. She’s squirming under me in only lace panties, panties that I fully intend on ripping off her next.

This woman is insatiable.

After making her come twice, we take a shower together––more like fuck in the shower before getting dressed and heading downstairs. My appetite is satisfied, but I know Mia needs something more substantial because I’m not done with her yet.

We reach the kitchen, and to no surprise, Nico is sitting at the bar, chatting with Roman, who looks busy preparing lunch, while Nico sits on his ass and distracts him. His jaw drops when he glances our way, seeing me walk up behind Mia. I guess the guy thought I wouldn’t be awake at this time or wouldn't be with her. Not that I care. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what we were up to. La piccola ballerina is covered in marks. My marks are scattered all over her creamy skin. The memory of each moan she let out while I left those marks makes my dick punch at my zipper.

"What are you doing here?" I ask emotionlessly as I stare at the stronzo sitting at the bar.

"Surprised you're awake during the day, Seb," he responds cockily. It makes me want to punch the smirk off his face.

Instead of playing into his game, I one-up him. Pulling Mia closer, encircling my arms around her waist as I rest my chin on her head. "Well, it looks like someone knows how to keep a man in bed all night," I respond, kissing the top of her head. I take in how her cheeks turn into little cherries at my words as she tilts her head up to look at me. I seize the opportunity of our current position to lock my lips on hers in a rough kiss.

After a moment of savoring her, I slowly break the kiss, leaving her breathless and her cheeks flushed. I can see the desire in her eyes before I lean in again, placing another soft kiss on her plump, pink lips.

The smirk drops from his face. "W-well, I won't interrupt your day then." Stammering, Nico stands up and bolts for the front door. I’m not sure what the guy is up to, but I know it can't be good.

La piccola ballerina is still in my arms, looking up at me with hunger in her eyes and doesn't seem to notice that Nico just stormed out. Her reaction only justifies that I’m a stronzo who overreacted—she has no interest other than friendship with him.

29

Mia

Sitting to the left of Sebastiano at our dining table, I fidget with my fork, working up the courage to address something that has been nagging at me since this morning.

"Piccolina?" His voice resonates with a deep, authoritative tone, pulling me from my thoughts.

Taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart, I meet his intense gaze. "Sebastiano, there's something I want to ask you."

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