Page 17 of Pomegranate Seeds

Priscilla

He kissed me. He really fucking kissed me.

And oh man, what a kiss! It was like magic. My soul melted and was ready to drip down from my pussy. Despite how disgusting that sounded, it was how the kiss felt. Antonio Mazzoni was really the man I had been waiting for. I didn’t think any other man could kiss me that good.

I just wanted to strip down my dress and feel his hardness between my thighs. It was really important because it had never happened before. I was very interested in sex. I watched porn, read smut, and was pretty knowledgeable about most things. I also did masturbate regularly, but I was always turned on by something I watched or read. It was never because of another person.

He made me feel things that only fiction could make me feel before. Hell, I have never even imagined someone real while masturbating. Until today I guess because when we returned to the hotel, I just went to my private bathroom and imagined Antonio until I came.

I knew I could sleep with him tonight. He wanted to see me privately, and I was going. I could just work my magic again and sleep with him. I could lose my virginity to him in an alleyway, and honestly, I wouldn’t care about the location at all. I only needed him.

From the first moment I saw him, I knew he was going to be the guy who was going to pop my cherry, but still, tonight was too early. He was clearly interested in me, but I wanted to know he was not just interested in fucking me. Somehow, I needed to make sure he knew what I wanted without freaking him out.

He had to want me forever, not just for a few minutes.

He had to love me. The man everybody called Heartless had to fall in love with me. He just had to.

In order to make him, I had to sneak out tonight. It was probable that I would not get a chance like this again. Only Antonio and me. It was important.

Sadly, when I finally emerged from my room showered and dressed in my pink pajamas. Gabriele and Michele were sitting in the living room. My older brother had an angry look in his eyes.

Oh, this was going to be good.

I slid into the room and sat on one of the couches as Gabriele shouted at Michele, “We are here for a fucking truce, Michele.”

I probably missed some of it. I asked, “What did he do?” shamelessly because Gabriele would never ever in a million years aim his anger towards me. He was the sweetest brother. Probably God thought I was too lucky getting Gabriele, so he gave me Michele too.

“Michele insulted Salvatore Vasile in the middle of our meeting to have analliance!” he did finish the sentence angrily, but he was looking at Michele, so I was still relaxed. I didn’t care about the knives he was throwing at me with his eyes. He could cry about it as much as he wanted.

Instead, he answered Gabriele, “He insulted me first.” I could see how hard it was for him to hold himself. His nickname was “Edge” because, yes, you guessed it, he was always on edge. He usually got crazy when he was pushed this much, but there was nothing he could do to Gabriele. He had to just suck it up and be a puppy because there were only a handful of men that were not going to be a puppy when Gabriele Falzone was shouting at them, and Michele was not one.

Gabriele took a deep breath to calm himself. “That was soft pushing Michele. When you are negotiating, you do that. That is a way to show power without causing a fight. You fucking caused a fight!”

Okay, that made me scared a bit. “Would there not be a truce?” They had the meeting after Antonio and I kissed. I had no idea what went down since they kept their cold faces while we were leaving, and I was too hooked up on the memory of Antonio’s tongue in my mouth.

My big brother scratched his neck again, trying to get calm. “We are invited to dinner tomorrow night,” he murmured. “If we can both work out shit, we can form the alliance. It would be easy if it was only Salvatore and me. Antonio Mazzoni irritated the shit out of me with his smart mouth, and Michele makes them angry by insulting them.”

I couldn’t focus on the Michele part at all. It was not important. What important was the fact that my brother still didn’t like Antonio. He just had to make everything harder.

I tried to smile. I couldn’t attack his dislike towards Antonio because he would understand there was something going on. I couldn’t risk anything before sneaking out tonight.

“This wouldn’t happen if Roberto was here. I still believe he would get along with Antonio Mazzoni.” I was not sure. I mean, they were both kind of cold, but that was no reason to like someone. Still, Roberto would make everything better.

Gabriele nodded like he knew this. Roberto was a boss at negotiating and talking. He didn’t talk a lot in his private life, but when it came to business, he just knew what to say. “I couldn’t separate him from his son. He didn’t even take time off during childbirth.”

I understood that. Roberto was too loyal to get out of any kind of job. He would come without a word, but he would feel so fucking bad. He loved his wife, and it was their first child. He deserved to spend some time with them.

When Gabriele stood up and announced he was going to bed because he had a terrible headache, my insides started jumping with excitement. Michele looked at my smile with confused eyes, and I rolled my eyes. “Now you see why he trusts Roberto more than you?” irritating him was my best strategy to send him to his room.

He was going to put up a fight first, though. “Maybe if you didn’t dress like a whore, they wouldn’t feel the need to insult us.”

I didn’t need to ask what the insult was about. I knew it was not about Kira or Adrian or me. Those were the things Gabriele would not stand. He would leave immediately. Since we were still here, I knew Michele was trying to be rude towards me. He loved that.

It never bothered me, though. “Michele, you can insult me all you want. Just please don’t insult the people we are trying to have a truce with. I feel like the best thing you can do for our family is to just shut up.”

He let out a breath like an angry bull. I could see him turning red. His words never impacted me, but everything I did impact him. He hated me since the day I was born, like I was the reason his mother died, and mine took her place. He was just looking for someone he could hurt, someone weak. He made a poor choice by choosing me.

I didn’t wait for him to leave. He was too proud for that. I stood up and walked back to my room. Hopefully, he would not stay here, and I could just lure the guard at the door. It was not so hard, and if I couldn’t lure him, I could just threaten him.

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