Page 20 of Mafia Star

“Marco, you know that’s bullshit. Chelle has never told me— even alluded to —specifics, but I can guess. I don’t know what’s been done to you, and I don’t want to know what you have to do to others. But tying you up just doesn’t feel like something you’d be into.”

“But you let me restrain you.”

I did, and it was before I gave it much thought. But now that he points it out, I won’t stop him if he wants to do it again. I enjoyed having him hold my hands above my head. I enjoyed having him pin me against the door.

“Beth, if you want to restrain me from time to time, I won’t say no. Just know that when I openly take back control, you won’t doubt that I always had it.”

“You mean you’d let me cuff you to that bed tonight if that’s what I wanted?”

“Yes. You can edge me and fuck me. But the moment I’m free, I will fuck you until you’re sore.”

“Are we really going to have sex?”

“Yes. Several times tonight and then several more times tomorrow night. And as often as you want it after that.”

“And it just stays between us here?”

He hesitates for a heartbeat before he nods. Does he want us to fuck somewhere else? He couldn’t mean that he wants something more than just an arrangement, could he?

“Beth, when you want this to end, then tell me. If that’s tomorrow or six months from now or whenever, I won’t trap you.”

“Same.”

His hand cups my ass while the other fists my hair. His kiss is rougher than any of the others. He’s in complete control, and I can’t keep up as he ravishes my mouth. His teeth tug on my lower lip before he leans back.

“I’m not going anywhere, little girl.”

That statement sounds so absolute.

“Beth, in all seriousness though, you know who we are. Can you live with that? With being with someone like me?”

As I gaze into his whiskey-brown eyes, I realize what my sister must have. These men are good. They must do horrible things. They must have committed the worst crimes. But they don’t do it for kicks. They do it because in their hearts, they’re honorable. They just live by a different moral code than most. I can live with it while I fuck him. And I think— I know —I could live with it beyond just sex. I wish I could live with it beyond sex.

“Daddy, I don’t want the details, and I don’t think you’d ever give them. But I accepted Enzo as my brother and believe he’s perfect for my sister. If I’m not passing judgement on him, I won't do it to you. I’m comfortable with you, and I feel safe. I trust you.”

“That’s all I want. I will take care of you, piccolina.”

This kiss is like that last we shared the other night. It’s tender and about more than just lust and kink. It’s the kind that scared me shitless because it makes me want so much more than we have. It’s the kind that drives me to want lovemaking not fucking.

I feel the straps of my teddy sliding down my shoulders, then my breasts are bare. He’s toying with my nipple, and I just want to get closer to him. I tug at his tank top. When I have it free of his pants, he yanks it over his head and drops it on the sofa. Holy fuckballs. I can’t help but run my hands over his chest and shoulders. I could tell he was chiseled before he removed his shirt, but now. Was Adonis Roman or Greek? Whichever the Roman one was, that’s Marco.

“Keep looking at me that way, and I won’t last past that first thrust like I said.”

“Hmm?”

I’m kissing along his neck, enjoying the feel of the cords in his neck straining as he speaks. He eases me off his lap and onto my feet. He unhooks the catches down the front of my teddy before he pushes it to my waist and eventually to the floor. I gasp when he sweeps me into his arms then lays me on the bed. He tosses my heels behind him and quickly moves to fasten the restraints around my wrists and ankles. I watch him move to the dresser and pull out a satin sash and a packet of fresh earplugs.

“Marco, that’s a hard limit for me. I can’t do audio deprivation.”

He turns to me and nods. He drops them back into the drawer with no questions asked. I don’t think it’s disinterest. I think he’s respecting my privacy and my boundaries. But I want him to know.

“I had a lot of ear infections as a kid, and they were scary. Not being able to hear reminds me of that.”

“Then we’ll never do anything where you can’t hear what I’m going to do.”

He places the sash at the foot of the bed and kneels on one knee before he leans forward and drops a soft kiss on my lips. Then he’s gone again. I want to mull over that moment of affection, but he’s at the rack on the wall, deciding what he wants to use. He takes down a crop and a flogger. I wait to see if he’s going to get anything else, but he seems satisfied with those. At least for now.

He says nothing as he moves toward me, but I can hear his footsteps. I watch him set the crop and flogger on the bedside table. This really is a decadent bedroom by any standard. He holds up the sash, and I nod. I assume it’ll be a blindfold. He confirms my suspicions as he carefully ties it behind my head. He makes certain he doesn’t catch any of my hair and that it will rest comfortably when I put my head down.

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