Page 25 of The Mafia's Seamstress

"I like being in charge,” he said, eyes closing briefly as my fingers worked him through his pants.

“And I do too,” I said, nonchalantly.

"You know who I am," he said sternly. When he opened his eyes they burned. I lifted my skirt and shifted to straddle him. Dante bit his lip to keep from moaning as I rocked. My satin panties provided little barrier.

“My hair and makeup is safe now,” I said with a smirk. He gripped my hips, letting me take control of the rhythm. "Just because you're in charge of other people doesn't mean you get to boss me around," I said. One of his hands slid underneath my skirt.

"Lucia," he whispered against my neck as I rocked faster. His fingers dug into my ass cheek.

“You said until I finish right? I can finish right now,” I said, grinding into him. A storm of pleasure was barreling through me. Dante cursed under his breath. His hands gripped my hips again, rocking with me.

“I never said you were going to finish in the car,” he hissed. I peeked at him from beneath my lashes.

“You never really declared the rules in our little game, Dante,” I said, breathlessly. The car was slowing down but I was so close. I shut my eyes, enjoying the ride. My orgasm was just out of reach.

Before I could succumb to the explosion of pleasure Dante pulled me off his lap. He was breathing heavily as he adjusted himself. I bashfully watched him.

“You’re right I haven’t,” he said, moving to grip my jaw. I clamped my hand around his wrist and our eyes clashed, fighting for dominance. “You will finish with either my mouth, my tongue or my cock,” he stated. I finally pulled free from his grip to adjust the skirt of my dress. I reached for my clutch as the car rolled to a complete stop.

“I could have; on your cock just now,” I said, eyeing his pants. Fuck, I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me. Dante’s grin was one that promised blissful torture.

“Oh Cinderella, when you come it won’t be in the back of a car but on a bed where you can scream my name,” he said. I reached for the handle.

“That’s if you can make me scream,” I said with a mischievous grin. I was challenging him on purpose. I needed to push him so when the time came he wouldn’t resist answering my questions.

"You should know I always get what I want," he said, looking determined.

"This is about getting what I want, remember?" I teased. And with that I stepped out of the car and walked into flashing lights with a painted smile.

Time had passed and I was slowly feeling the effects of mindless conversations. I was speaking with clients and possible future clients. Many of the people here were wearing gowns we had either created or altered. I felt pride seeing that the Silva mark was glittered around the room.

I turned around to meet the eyes of a man in a deep violet suit. He took a sip of his champagne before walking up to me. A shiver crawled up my spine. There was something about this man. He stalked towards me like a leopard; dark and deadly. I swallowed.

"Ah, you're from the Silva family, correct?" he asked in a deep voice. My lungs tightened. There was something about the wicked gleam in his eyes that he was trying to mask that made my stomach twist. I tortured my face into a pleasant smile.

"Yes and you?" I said, offering a handshake. He didn't take it and that made my eyes twitch. Rude. Did he think I wasn’t worth something as simple as a handshake?

"My name is Cole. Cole Anders," he said. The name loosely sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it. The Anders for sure hadn’t stepped foot inside my avô’s shop.

"Well it's nice to meet you," I said. Although I offered politeness, all I wanted was to leave. He made me uneasy and I learned long ago to trust my gut. Although my gut also told me to not be afraid of Dante despite his career choice.

Glancing to the side I noticed Luca looking at me, jaw clenched and his hands in fists. That bad feeling in my stomach began spreading.

If sunshine Luca didn’t look happy about this man talking to me that meant something. And I was once again the person with the missing puzzle pieces.

"Is there something you want?" I said, pulling my hand away. He took a step forward and I stood my ground. I needed to show him he couldn’t intimidate me.

"What I want is many but I don't want anything from you. More like…a need," he said, casually. I took a cautious sip of my drink. I kept my eyes on him. He seemed almost amused.

"I'm a seamstress," I said, keeping my tone flat.

"Just that?" he asked. A flare of anger arose. I didn’t like what he was implying. His eyes widened slightly for a second, a flash of regret. "That was rude. My apologies. I would like a suit made personally by you," he said. I eyed him as he tried to offer a genuine smile. From behind I noticed Dante walking up, his face deadly. I pulled a card from my clutch.

"It has the address and hours for the shop," I said. He took it, his fingers brushing against mine and his hand trembled slightly.

Interesting.

"But what if I require time outside the hours. I tend to be busy," he said. I nodded in understanding. I could see through his façade.

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