Page 32 of Reign of Commotion

“Yes.”I pant.His hand cups my pussy, and I gyrate my hips to create a friction that I hope will take me over the edge, to no avail.

“I’ll take care of you, baby.I’ll always take care of you,” he growls in my ear, mainly because I reach back and take his engorged cock in my hand and begin to stroke him up and down, squeezing him as I do.He takes my hands in his and places them on the tiled wall.“Don’t fucking move.This pussy comes when I say,” he says.He’s bossy, and I love it.I jut out my ass, never moving my hands.He glides his palm over my ass cheeks and between them, finding my rosette.“Keep teasing, miele mia, and I’ll see what happens,” he says.“You want me here,” he continues, and I feel a finger push inside my rosette.

I bite my lower lip, my head tilting back.It’s an odd sensation, but when his finger moves inside, finding it ignites a strange sensation, I gasp.Then I feel his cock slide through my pussy lips, and he continues to play with me.

“Play with your clit,” he demands.I don’t hesitate, because I need to come.I’m desperate for the release I crave.As soon as I do, his cock thrusts into my pussy, and another finger is added to my ass as he fucks me.

“Yes.Oh, yes,” I plead.He fucks me mercilessly, grunting and groaning as he does.

“Fuck me, you feel so good.So fucking tight.This pussy belongs to me,” he says.“Say it,” he orders.

“It’s yours.Only yours,” I moan.He pistons in and out until my orgasm hits me so hard that I nearly pass out from the intensity.If not for his hands at my waist, holding me in place as he finds his own release, I would have slumped to the floor.Instead, I’m wedged between the wall and his body, his cock still throbbing inside me, his face pressed against my neck, and his labored breathing as ragged as my own.

“Oh yeah!I’m still inside you, and I want to hear you come for me again,” he says.

He pulls out of my pussy and hauls us back under the water.He lathers us both again, washing away the remnants of our escapade, then shuts off the water.Julian wraps me in a towel before grabbing one for himself.

He kisses me, then brushes his fingers over my lips.“I want to have your lips wrapped around my cock one day.”My eyes light up.I’ve never done that, but I love how he makes me feel with his mouth between my legs, and I want to do that for him.

“I want to do that,” I whisper.

“Tonight,” he returns with a glint in his eyes.

“I—I don’t know how.I might be really bad at it,” I warn.

“I’ll teach you how I like it,” he says.“I want to own your ass too.I want all of you, but we’ll go slow.”

We move back into the bedroom to get changed and ready for the day.Julian is ready before me and tells me he’ll meet me downstairs.He wants to see where Alessio is and if he’s needed.I tell him I’ll be down in a few minutes to help Josie.I might be crazy, but this is the happiest I’ve ever been.

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Julian

“You’ve been generous allowing us to stay with you, but this is an imposition.I can find another place to hide Milana until we get to the bottom of this,” I tell Alessio.Ever since we left the table, Alessio’s been waiting for Niccolo to arrive with what we hope is the name of the person in the photo.

“Milana is one of us.Il Destinotakes care of our own,” he replies solidly.“And there’s more to it.La Famigliahas been included in their revenge, and we’re not going to show weakness by hiding and waiting for Anton to strike again.”

“Have Marco and Nero heard anything more?”I ask.

“Nero and I have concluded that Anton has his own police on the payroll in our cities.Marco has his men digging for more information and has asked Reno to engage Dante to research the local police for those on his payroll.As they say, follow the money,” Alessio states.

“Makes sense,” I agree.Alessio has a contact in every nook and cranny of his city.Politicians and cops are a constant, but that’s only scratching the surface.Alessio has his hand in the entertainment industry, natural resource corporations, and in other areas you couldn’t possibly imagine.

Niccolo shows up a short time later with his brother Davide.Niccolo is dressed in his standard dark suit and tie, impeccably tailored, as always.Davide is as tall as his brother, but his hair is a lighter brown, and his eyes are a dark chocolate brown.While Niccolo is comfortable in a suit, Davide prefers jeans and a hoodie.He hasn’t yet been incorporated into his role with the family, but Alessio will expect Davide to look and dress the part, just like his brother.

For now, Alessio looks Davide over, giving his vibe of disapproval, but remains silent, choosing to ignore his relaxed outfit.

“I’m hoping you’re here with news,” Alessio gets right to the point.

“Davide’s been able to work with the photo.”He turns to his brother.“Show him.”He clasps a hand on his brother’s shoulder, encouraging him to move forward.Davide pulls a photo out of his back pocket and unfolds the photo.The photo is crisp and clear, and the man’s profile is much more distinct, but although he looks familiar, I can’t identify him.

“Why can’t I place this guy?”I grumble angrily.I’m growing more and more frustrated.We seem to move two steps forward and one step back on this problem, and it’s beginning to weigh on me.

“I ran a facial recognition program.He doesn’t have a record and wasn’t in the system, but he has similar features to this man.”Davide takes out his phone and pulls up a picture of a dark-haired man with a prominent jaw.

“That’s Angelo Corso,” Alessio says.“What do you mean by similarities?”

“Angelo had been arrested, and when I ran the program, he was the closest match.Upon further investigation, I found photos of Angelo at a much younger age.”Davide points to Alessio’s laptop, “May I?”

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