Page 57 of A Mafia's Treasure

I get up and go to the door, turning back to look at her as she turns over facing me, and I know in that moment, there is nothing I won’t do to make sure she’ll be mine, even if it means she stays locked in this room for the rest of her life.

Chapter42

Frankie

Iwake with a start, bolting upright as I look around the unfamiliar room and quickly realize where I am, remembering what happened, then the dream from last night hits me.“I love you…”

Huffing out, I grab one of the soft pillows behind me and ram my face into it and throw myself across the cold bed and scream. I just want to know what is going on. Does he love me, or do I want that to be true so I don’t have to go back home.

“Everything okay,Il mio tesoro?” his deep chocolatey voice pours over me, and I drop my head even deeper into the pillow, hoping I’m hearing things.

“Francesca, I think you may want to come up for air, you don’t want to suffocate, do you?” he questions.

I look up, no doubt my hair is a mess, and I wish I could curl up in a ball and disappear. Of all the times this man could appear, he chose right now.

“So, now you decide to show up?” I accuse and stand up, walking toward the bathroom. Realizing I still have the pillow in my hand, I throw it at him and slam the door behind me.

Eugh! What the actual fuck!.

He comes in without knocking and smiles. “You finished with your tantrum?”

“Fuck you?” I shoot back at him.

“I take that as a no.” His shoulder lifts, and I look him over, my mouth dropping when I realize this is the first time I’ve seen him in anything other than his suit or naked.

Gray sweatpants, that should be illegal, sit low on his hips with a tight fitted white tee, showing his six pack, and he chuckles at me knowingly. His hair is free from its ponytail, and he looks delicious, not that it actually matters, I’m angry at him.

“Look, you and your … this”—I say waving up and down at him— “need to leave the room, I’m getting dressed, and I have places to be.” I place my hand on my hip and smirk at him … because obviously I mean business. Who the fuck am I kidding, one step closer and I’ll fold like a loser at a poker match.

“I think you’re mistaken,” he says as he steps closer. “We have to talk, and you’re not leaving … even if you wanted to,” he tells me.

I laugh at him as I attempt to swallow, but my mouth appears to have filled with cotton. “You …you can’t keep me here,” I tell him.

He comes over so he’s standing in front of me, and his forefinger lifts my chin to meet his gaze. “Oh,il mio tereso, I can do whatever I like.” He dips his head and kisses me deeply. His tongue fights its way in, and I attempt to move away … I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet!

“I will have you anytime I like, don’t fight me on that.” He winks and pushes me to the cool tile wall, my body giving in far too easily.

He leans back, reaching his arm over his shoulder and pulling his shirt free from his perfectly toned body, and his tattoos dance as his muscles move with his movements. Tossing his shirt away, his hands move to my neck and gently move down my chest, gripping his shirt and rip it open in one motion, the buttons click along the floor as I stand naked in front of him.

“Perfection,” he purrs and finds my lips once more. His hand pulls at his sweats, freeing himself so we both stand naked. He breaks free of the kiss and pulls me toward the shower, turning the rainfall shower on full and pulling me under. Freezing water touches my skin, and I inhale deeply at the shock of the cold, but he takes advantage and his tongue takes the lead.

It’s passionate, his hands roaming my body, his touch gentle, and it feels like we are lovers and not just two people who meet to fuck.

He drops to his knees before me, and his tongue finds my sensitive bud with ease. Pulling me close, my body welcomes him as I start to grind faster against him, his hand snakes around my ass and his finger teases my forbidden hole, pressing lightly, and my movements allow him entry. I moan out as my fingers grip his head tightly, holding him closer.

His other hand glides up my legs and toys with my entrance, his fingers entering one by one. They feel tight at first, but with each one, my body relaxes at his intrusion. I lift my leg up over his shoulder, wanting to feel more, needing to. I feel his growl deep within my core, and my pussy clenches as I come over his mouth. He looks up smiling, his lips glossed with my arousal.

I want this. I want to have this moment forever.

Standing, he places my foot back on the floor and grabs a washcloth from the side. Squeezing soap on it, he foams it up before running the cloth all over my sensitive skin. I am confused. He didn’t cum, and I am not finished, so why have we stopped ? I reach out to touch his hard cock that’s glistening, waiting to be sucked.

He steps back slightly. “Not yet, this was about you. You deserve a reward for following my orders.” He smiles.

“B-but …” I start to say when his finger reaches up and rests on my lips.

“Nothing. From now on, we start fresh, everything is behind us.” He picks up the shower head resting on the side and turns the switch, bringing it to life and rinsing me down before we step out and dry off.

He leaves me standing in the doorway of his bathroom and fetches me some of his clothes. “Here, put these on and meet me down on the sun deck. You need to eat … after, we have much to discuss,” he tells me as he walks off.

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