Page 96 of Born into Mayhem
“Haven’t you learned by now that I don’t do so great taking a backseat?”
His carefree laugh pulls a smile from me despite my worrying.
“I’ve picked up on that, yes,” he says. “Once he sees how unbelievably in love with me you are, I’m sure he’ll welcome me into the family with open arms.”
“Yeah, that sounds like my dad for sure.”
His arms tighten around me when he says, “Please don’t worry. I will never let anything keep us apart, not even a crazy Russian with anger issues and way too much metal in his dick.”
“Gross,” I say, not wanting to think about that last bit.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but where do you think you get that particular propensity from?”
“If you ever want to seethat particular propensityagain, then you’d better never bring this up again.”
He laughs and brings us deeper into the crystal clear water. I lean back so I can float with my legs still wrapped around his waist, and he quickly takes advantage of the position by wrapping his mouth around one of my nipples. The wet heat of his mouth sends a shiver all through me, and when he flicks the barbell with his tongue, I hiss his name and rock my hips. Bringing a hand between us, he quickly slips two fingers into my bikini bottoms and slides them inside me. I gasp at the shock of how good it feels and close my eyes. With my arms lightly moving to keep my upper body afloat, I rock my hips, meeting the rhythm of his fingers as he kisses his way to my otherbreast.
“Do you trust me?” He breathes the question against my wet nipple before giving it another suck.
“Yes,” I say without hesitation.
“Good.” That one word is all the warning I get before he’s plugging my nose and forcing my head back so it dips under the water. My first instinct is to struggle, and it takes me a few panicked seconds before my mind can convince my body to calm the fuck down. He’s careful of my nose piercing, but he keeps my nose shut so I don’t accidentally inhale water and start choking. My lungs start to ache, but he keeps me under while his tongue teases my nipple and his fingers spread me wide.
When I’m not sure how much longer I can go without air, he pulls me up and lets me take a breath. I have just enough time to fill my lungs and hear him say, “Good girl,” before he’s pushing me under again.
This time I don’t panic. I go limp in the warm water, knowing he won’t let me drown. Instead of my need for air, I focus on the feel of his tongue and the fingers that are bringing me quickly to the edge. My whole body feels like it’s about to combust, and when he presses his thumb against my clit while he gives my nipple a hard suck, I clutch his forearm, begging for mercy. He holds me under, keeping me right on the edge of pleasure and pain before he finally lets me up, and as soon as I take a deep breath, the oxygen hits me and I explode, coming so hard my vision goes dark. I scream his name, clutching at him in what must be a painful grip, but he doesn’t let up. His mouth and fingers work me straight into another orgasm, and when I finally come down from the high he’s given me, all I can do is crumple against him, clinging to him for dear life before I end up floating straight out to sea.
Without a word, he brings his mouth to mine, kissing me as aftershocks flood my body, and then he holds me while we float and slowly make our way back to the private beach behind his family’s villa. It’s perfect, and I’m so caught up in that dreamlike state that I forget I’m still naked from the waist up until I try to wiggle free and get my footing. His grip on me tightens before he gives my shoulder a soft bite.
“If you think for one second I’m going to let another man get an eyeful of your perfect tits, then you don’t know me at all,amore mio.”
“Oh shit,” I quickly say, tightening my arms around his neck. “I forgot. I didn’t even bring a towel.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone see you.”
Keeping our chests together, he brings one arm under my butt and the other stays snuggly wrapped around my back. My breasts are pressed against him, and I know there’s no way anyone else can see anything. Dario would never allow it. I rest against him, enjoying the feeling of being taken care of. He never makes me feel weak for relying on him, and it’s one of the things I love most about this man.
“Thank you.” I whisper the words against his neck and then kiss it, tasting the salty water on his skin.
“You don’t ever need to thank me for taking care of you,amore mio. You are the center of my world. Everything else comes second.”
“That’s probably not what a man in the mafia should say,” I tell him.
I feel the heat of his breath before he kisses my shoulder. “And yet here I am saying it, little viper. Everything else comes second. Always.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” I whisper in his ear.
He laughs and says, “Secret? Everybody in this house knows you’ve got me wrapped around your finger. Hell, I think all of Southern Italy knows it by now. How I treated you at Claudio’s isn’t normal for men around here. They think it’s a sign of weakness to love or show affection. Most of them treat their wives like shit, and their mistresses even worse.”
“I swear to any god who will listen, Dario, if you ever even think about getting a mistress,” I start to say, but he cuts me off with a sharp smack to my ass.
“I’m going to forgive you that insult one time, sweetheart. Do it again, and I’ll spank your ass so hard you’ll be wearing my handprint for days.” He sounds equal parts pissed and hurt as he carries me up the trail to the villa. “I have given you every part of myself. You have it all. My heart, my loyalty, my goddamn soul, so please don’t toss all that aside like it’s nothing by suggesting I could ever even look at another woman, that I could disrespect you like that. Fuck, that I could even gethard for anyone else.” I feel him shake his head, like the very idea is absurd. “It insults me on a deep level.”
“I’m sorry.” I whisper the words against his ear and hug him tighter. He’s right. It’s unfair of me to accuse him of that or to even suggest he might be capable of it. He’s never once given me any reason to doubt his sincerity, and I would hate it if the situation were reversed.
“And just for the record,” he says, “if you ever think about cheating on me, I will find him, gut him in front of you, and then fuck you while he bleeds out so the last thing he sees is me taking what’s mine and what will never be his.”
“Jesus,” I whisper, knowing there’s nothing on earth that could get me to be unfaithful to him but also loving that he’s so possessive. “That’s not supposed to turn me on, right?”
