Page 9 of Mafia Priest

Licking and sucking as if my ultimate salvation lies between her legs, the world disappears. Nothing exists except her writhing beneath my tongue. Nothing matters except her pleasure.

Gasping, she claps a hand over her mouth, her other hand tangling in my hair, shoving my face into heaven. My tongue slides over her slickness, and it feels so incredibly right—her taste, the sounds she makes, the way she arches against me. I suck on her clit, holding her gaze, willing her to grasp that this isn’t a one-time thing—it’s the rest of our goddamn lives.

She rubs her horny little cunt against my face, struggling to remain quiet, desperate for more, so close…

Needing to feel her orgasm from the inside, I slide a finger into her. Eyes wide, she grabs her coat, burying her face against it. Curling my finger, stroking that spot, I torment her clit, nearly coming myself when she screams her release into her coat.

Pulling down her dress, I stand, ignoring my aching balls as I take her coat, revealing her gorgeous face. “It’s time to go, love.”

“But you haven’t…” She blushes, staring at the unmistakable bulge in my trousers.

I’m tempted. But she wasn’t as quiet as she thought just now. “We have the rest of our lives, angel. You’re worth waiting for. Now put on your coat before your guard breaks down the door.”

Thankfully, she obeys. Once she’s fastened the last button, I pull her against my chest. Lowering my mouth to her ear, I keep my voice low. “Listen to me, little girl. I’ll fix this.”

She stiffens. “You… you won’t hurt Nonno, will you? Hemeanswell. He’s said that it’s all for our safety—as screwed up as that sounds.”

I have my suspicions about the altruism behind Mancini’s intentions, but now’s not the time to tell Bianca that. Not until I’m sure.

“Of course not,” I reassure her. “But whatdidyou tell him when he informed you of the proposed marriage?”

“I refused… but then he told me about the will and Elise.” Her voice breaks on her sister’s name. “I should have agreed then. But I justcouldn’t, so I said… I said I had to pray on it. I’m sorry.”

“No, you did exactly right. If he asks again, stick with that—you need to pray on it. Leave the rest to me. I’ll fix this. I promise. You aren’t to worry about anything. Do you understand?”

She nods.

I tighten my embrace. “I said,do you understand, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy, I do.”

“Good girl.” Releasing her, I retrieveSumma Theologicafrom the couch. “Don’t forget, I knocked the statue over reaching for this.”

She takes the book, and I open the door before I lose my resolve. Crossing herself, she slips past me, murmuring a softthank you, Fatherthat nearly makes me drag her back into the confessional to finish what we started.

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Bianca

The stained glass is lifeless, the sun long set. Frankie’s dark form separates from the shadows, and I approach him. Yet when I get closer, I stop short. “What’s wrong?”

He strides toward the exit. In my heels, it’s a struggle to catch up. But at the entrance to the vestibule, he waits, holding the door open.

“Frankie? What’s wrong?” I step into the marble-tiled lobby. “Did something happen?”

He pushes past me but stops at the door to the street. “What the fuck took you so long?” He holds up a hand. “No, don’t answer.”

He pushes open the door. Clutching the book, I step outside and hurry toward the car, Frankie at my heels. But when we reach the sidewalk, he makes no move to open the car door for me as he usually would. Instead, he takes out a pack of Lucky Strikes.

As he lights a cigarette, it hits me why he’s so on edge. Nonno’s security protocols mean he couldn’t have left the church while I was inside. I sit on the bottom step while he smokes.

He takes a few slow drags before speaking. “Did that dirty old fucker hurt you, kid? Because if he did, I’ll break his—”

“No! No, of course not. I just… had a lot to confess.”

“There was a crash,” he says, voice flat.

“He wants me to read this book.” I hold up the dusty volume. “A statue fell when he took it down.”

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