Page 59 of Fatal Sloth

“No, but they will be coming with us, Daren and Yusuf, too,” Sebastiano replies, his tone serious.

“Who was the other guy?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Dario, one of my soldiers,” he answers.

“Do we need so many people with us? It’s just dinner at my dad's. What could happen?” I question, a hint of concern creeping into my voice.

Sebastiano shifts me on his lap until I'm straddling him, his strong arms holding me close. "Nothing to worry about. It's just a precaution," he says, his expression now serious. I place my hands instinctively on his shoulders. "If you say so," I respond, trying to ease any lingering tension.

"Oh, I do say so," he parrots, lifting us both from our seated position. He sets me down gently on his desk, standing in front of me and surveying me with scrutinizing eyes before they soften. "And you look beautiful in blue," he compliments sincerely.

But as he speaks, his hands begin to wander, slowly pushing the hem of my dress up, inch by inch.

"Th... Thank you," I mutter softly, just as his fingers start to play with the band of my panties. Taking a step closer, I feel his warm breath skate across my face as he plants a gentle kiss on my lips. His lips then trail to my neck, as his finger brushes against my pussy.

My breath hitches, my chest is rising and falling in quick, shallow breathes. I can feel the dampness between my thighs, and I know I’ll need to change my panties before we leave. "Don’t…. don’t we need to leave soon?" I manage to ask, though my words appear more like a moan.

"We have time," he replies, his voice husky and filled with desire as he hooks his finger under my panties, pulling them to the side.

Sebastiano’s strokes his thick finger up and down my wet core as an involuntary sigh escapes me.

"Mmm," I reply, biting my lip as a playful smile dances across my face. He lifts my dress to my waist and kneels in front of me, his eyes darkening with hunger. His face disappears in between my thighs as his strong yet gentle hands spread my legs further apart.

I can feel the anticipation building within my belly. With a sense of urgency, he leans in, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Starting with slow with soft, deliberate flicks of his tongue, he traces a path from my ass to my slit. Each kiss of his tongue sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I find myself gasping for air as he teases my clit with his skilled movements. His mouth suctions to my clit, and I can't help but moan in ecstasy, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer. The electrifying sensation of his touch drives me to the edge with each tantalizing sweep of his tongue.

I can feel the tension building within me. My hips instinctively rock against Sebastiano's mouth, urging him on. With each movement, he matches my rhythm, his pace quickening as he drives me closer to the edge. My body tenses with anticipation, my back arching as pleasure washes over me. I can't help but let out a scream of pure bliss, as the intensity of my orgasm consumes me, leaving me breathless and utterly spent. But even as I ride out my climax, his assault against my pussy shows no sign of slowing down. He waits for me to come down from my high.

When I finally begin to calm, he stands up, pulls my dress back down and leans in close, his eyes burning with a hunger that sends shivers down my spine. "You taste fucking delicious, don't you agree?" he murmurs huskily, his lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss before I can even respond.

Our tongues intertwine, and I can taste my own sweetness lingering on his tongue, leaving me craving more of him. But instead of deepening the kiss, he pulls back and guides me off the desk, his hands gently resting on my hips.

Despite my silent offer to reciprocate, he insists on taking care of me. Then, with a playful swat to my ass, he tells me to clean up. I don't protest, knowing better than to defy his commands. My legs feel like Jello beneath me as I shuffle toward the door.

Just as my fingers graze the cool metal of the doorknob, his voice breaks through the silent room. "Remember who you belong to, now. Don't let anyone insignificant upset you. Ever," his words bring a smile to my face, knowing who he’s referring to.

He then turns his attention to his phone, his words hanging in the air with a weight that holds no argument. I nod in acknowledgment and offer a tight smile before heading towards the stairs. His presence still lingers on my skin as I make my way upstairs to the bathroom to freshen up.

34

Sebastiano

Despite the urge to tear that damn dress off her sexy body and have my way with her, I have more pressing matters to attend to before we leave. My father will be joining us for dinner at the Russo’s tonight, and distractions are not an option. He expects updates about the docks, and I can't risk facing his wrath if I give him any excuses.

As Enzo and Dario walk back in, I adjust myself uncomfortably in my pants, still savoring the taste of her sweet pussy on my tongue. Enzo shoots me a knowing smirk, undoubtedly catching sight of Mia leaving, flushed and flustered. While we're close enough for him to speak freely, it's not an option in front of my soldiers, so he holds his comments to himself. But I have no doubt he'll have something to say later.

"Don Alessio tried to reach you while you were occupied with your wife," Enzo informs me.

Alessio runs the Philly Commission—he used to deal mainly with my old man, but as I've been stepping up, he's started hitting me up directly. The guy's known for keeping a tight ship and always being pissed off about something.

"Get him on the phone," I bark at Enzo, not bothering to look up at him.

The tension in the car is thick as we make our way toward Belmont Central, Peter's neighborhood. Enzo and Dario lead the convoy in the SUV ahead, with Daren and Yusuf following closely behind us.

I can practically feel Mia's nerves radiating off her. She's fidgeting incessantly, unable to mask her anxiety. In an attempt to calm her, I slide my hand over her thigh, giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze. But instead of easing up, she jerks away as if my touch burns. I shoot her a sharp look, only to find her staring blankly out the window, her breaths shallow and rapid. Clearly, she's lost in her own turmoil, oblivious to our surroundings as I veer off the road and pull the car into an empty parking lot.

Enzo's name flashes on the dashboard through the Bluetooth, interrupting the already tense atmosphere in the car. When I answer the call, his voice crackles through the speakers, questioning, "Everything OK?"

I can feel Mia shift in her seat, snapping out of her daze, confusion clouding her features as she looks around. "Everything's fine. Keep driving towards Peter's. We'll be right behind you," I respond, my tone short and clipped. Meanwhile, Yusuf and Daren pull up behind me, and without hesitation, I instruct, "Call Yusuf and tell them to keep going. We'll meet there."

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