Page 31 of Reign of Commotion

“It’s a possibility.Niccolo is asking Davide to look at it and see what he can do,” Alessio says.

“Davide?Is he back?”I haven’t seen him in months.Niccolo’s younger brother has shied away fromIl Destino.After Niccolo’s father died, Davide wanted nothing to do with our Mafia family and tried to distance himself as much as possible.Unfortunately, there is no way out of this life when you’re born into it.You’re a target to the enemy from the time you’re born until you die.I know for a fact that Niccolo’s had eyes on Davide even when he was away at school.

“Graduating and getting his final degree this year.He’s done.It’s time for him to find his place with us,” Alessio says curtly.

I hear it in his tone: Alessio’s patience has worn thin.Davide has three degrees, and at twenty-seven, he needs to pull his weight.His computer science degree was the last indulgence Alessio allowed.Davide is a made man.He’s had his indoctrination into the family.He even came back when Alessio needed him to take care of Valentina and Josie.He’s dependable, honorable, and loyal, and he would do anything for Niccolo and his family.I think his father’s death affected him deeply, and Niccolo was working so hard at being the man of the family while his mother fell apart and could barely manage that Davide retreated into himself.

I know better than to ask what plans Alessio may have for Davide, so I move on to other business matters that need to be discussed.

Hours later, the house is quiet, and Alessio and I retire for the evening.At the top of the stairs, Alessio points down the other end of the hall to the room where Milana is situated and bids me good night.The room is lit with a glow from the bedside lamp, where Milana is curled into a ball with her hands under her cheek, her lips pouty and soft puffs of breath blowing in and out.Her long, dark brown hair is strewn over the pillow.

The sight of her makes me hard.Remembering how she cried out my name the night before as she came makes my cock strain against the material of my pants.I ache to be inside her again.Her body is partially concealed by the covers, one leg out from under the sheet, exposing her delicate flesh.

I strip off my clothes and slowly peel back the blanket.Her nightie has risen up her thighs, her white panties on display for me.I want to rip them off and bury myself in her pussy.I climb onto the bed from the end, running my hand over the skin of her ankle, her shin, then higher.Milana moves in her sleep onto her back, making my job a whole lot easier.I nudge her legs farther apart and elicit a soft sigh, but this still doesn’t wake her.Crawling between her silky thighs, I pull aside the gusset of her panties and feast on the sight of her plump pussy lips, making my mouth water.

My tongue slides through her slit.She moans, and I run my tongue over her clit.Her hips wriggle, but I clamp my hands on her waist, holding her immobile, letting my mouth roam through her sweet nectar.She gasps, her hand coming to fist in my hair.

“Julian.”She groans my name in the sexiest way possible.

“Quiet, miele mia.We don’t want Alessio running in here to see what’s the matter.”I close my mouth over her clit and suckle on her most sensitive area.She bucks, but has nowhere to go.She tries to close her legs, but my shoulders hold her open for my mouth to do with her as I please.

“I can’t—” she says in a hushed plea.

“Quiet, baby.”

I eat her pussy like a starved man.Milana arches her back, and her legs tremble.She’s close, but I need to be inside her.I stop and move so that I can look into her brilliant green eyes as I align my cock at the entrance of her pussy.I thrust inside her, then my mouth covers hers to stop her from crying out, smothering her moans.Milana hooks her legs around my hips, moving in tandem with my thrusts, her fingernails grazing down my back.Suddenly, she wrenches her mouth from mine and sinks her teeth into my shoulder to stop herself from crying out as she comes hard.I bury my face in her throat and suck on her flesh, knowing it will leave my mark on her as she has on me.

Her breathing ragged, her chest heaving, I roll us so that Milana is lying on top of me.She closes her eyes as she rests her head on my chest, her hand over my heart.She must be able to feel my rapid pulse slowly coming back to normal.

I move the hair away from her face as she turns her gaze to meet mine.I like her like this: lips swollen from my kisses, eyes glazed over in the hazy afterglow from the orgasm I just gave her, and completed sated.

“I like you like this,” I say.

“Like what?”

“Close.”I squeeze her more tightly against my chest, “I want you to stay right where you are.Can you sleep in this position?”I run my fingers through her long tresses.

“Yes,” she whispers, then lays her head back down.A serene silence takes us both into a blissful sleep.

FOURTEEN

Hand Her Over

MILANA

Islink out of bed, leaving Julian sleeping.He looks so peaceful.I know he’s had a lot going on over the last few weeks, so he could use the rest.My robe is lying on the chair in the corner.I grab that and a clean pair of panties and move to the adjoining bathroom to take a quick shower.I want to get downstairs to help Josie with breakfast.Alessio has been kind enough to let us stay, but I want to do my part to help out.

I tilt my head back and allow the warm water to stream over my face, raining over my body.I’m reaching for the shampoo bottle when a hand closes over my wrist, and I twist my head to see Julian behind me, his hard cock pressed up against me, his firm, muscled chest braced against my back.

“Let me,” he says.He takes the shampoo and pours a generous amount into his hands, then begins to rub it into my hair, lathering it gently and rubbing it into my scalp.Julian doesn’t stop there.He grabs the soap, builds a foamy lather, and moves his hands over my body, beginning at my breasts, playfully teasing my nipples, then lower to my belly.He taps the inside of my foot with his own, indicating that I should spread my legs.“I gotta do the job right,” he murmurs in my ear, nipping at my lobe.

I’m putty in his hands, doing as he asks.His hand slinks between my thighs.Two fingers surge into my pussy, while his thumb runs over my clit.I moan and lean back into him.His arm bands around my waist, holding me upright while his other hand is busy finger fucking my pussy.My hips move with his hands, and my arm comes up and hooks behind his head as I beg him to let me come.

Julian moves us under the warm water as the soap suds are washed away, but his hand never stops.His teeth graze over my neck and shoulder, creating a frenzy of electricity that races through my insides.Suddenly, his fingers are gone, and he slaps my pussy.It doesn’t hurt and instead brings me closer to my orgasm.

“Please,” I beg.“Julian, I need more.”He slaps my pussy again, but it’s not enough.“Oh God,” I moan.

“You want to come?”he asks with a chuckle.

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