Page 11 of Mafia Daddy

"What is this place?" I ask. The view is breathtaking. It's small and secluded yet beautiful.

Carlo turns to me, his smile reaching his eyes "This is where I come to escape the city," he says. "It's my getaway spot. Even men like me need to take a breather every now and then."

I’m still reeling at the scene before me, trying to take it all in when Carlo takes my hand and pulls me towards him. "You know what else is a secret?" he whispers into my ear, his breath hot on my neck.

"What is it?" I ask him breathlessly, my body coming alive with vibrations.

Carlo looks into my eyes as if searching for something, his eyes full of desire and longing. I’m paralyzed by how deep his eyes bore into mine, and then, without warning, he leans in and presses his lips to mine.

The kiss is electric, igniting a fire within me I have never felt before. Carlo's lips are soft and warm against mine, and one hand holds my waist as the other traces the curve of my spine.

I kiss him back, my hunger for him shocks even me. My body is responsive to his touch, and a rush of heat makes me light and heavy all at once. The world around us stops moving, and the only thing that matters is this moment.

He deepens the kiss, and it's like I can't get enough of him. I can feel myself getting lost and falling deeper for Carlo. I just don't want this moment to end.

Carlo licks my lips with his tongue, coaxing me to open up for him. I moan softly as I part my lips and his tongue plunges inside, exploring all the crevices of my mouth with an expertise that leaves me wanting more.

We finally break apart, the kiss leaving me gasping for air and making my heart beat wildly. The heavy-lidded look he throws me sends shivers down my spine and straight into my core, and I swallow hard.

Suddenly, it starts raining. The rain is a drizzle at first but picks up steadily until it’s a continuous downpour that leaves us completely drenched.

We stand there in the rain, our bodies glued together and our eyes never leaving each other. Everything about this feels surreal. The rain is still pouring heavily, but Carlo's body radiates heat that’s enough to warm me, for now.

He wastes no time in claiming my mouth for a second kiss, and this time, I'm prepared for him. We pick up from where we left off as the rain cascades around us. Our tongues dance with each other as we kiss wildly, ignoring the rain and everything else around us. We’re soaked to the bone, our clothes sticking to our skin, but we don't care.

Nothing else matters but this kiss. Right now, no one else matters to me but him.

7

CARLO

The rain is still falling heavily, and it doesn’t look like it’s stopping anytime soon.

We’re in the car, our clothes dripping wet and ice-cold against our skin. Cara is already shivering slightly, the cold of the rain is getting to her. We need someplace close that has dry clothes and where we can sleep. I won’t let her get sick from this.

I think back to our kiss and the intensity with which she kissed me back. She tastes so much sweeter than I expected. Shaking my head, I realize we should start looking for a place to stay for the night.

It doesn't take long for me to find a hotel after leaving the bridge. We rush inside the building and approach the reception deck to speak with the receptionist.

Unfortunately, due to the rain, most of the rooms are taken and only one’s available.

Cara starts to object, shaking her head vigorously and spraying droplets of rain on the floor. "I don't think it's a good idea for us to share a room, Carlo." Her face is flushed as she speaks. I don't know if it's from the cold or the thought of us sharing a room.

It’s still pouring heavily with flashes of lightning. I don’t want to risk driving Cara around in this crazy weather.

I try to explain the situation to her. I know she understands but she still holds a reluctant look on her face. What is it? It’s either she doesn’t trust me or she doesn’t trust herself to be alone in a room with me.

"Okay, fine. I get the picture, but no funny business," she whispers, shooting me a nervous look.

She’s right to be nervous. Now that she’s single and free, I’m about to stake my claim. She’ll be mine.

We finish with the receptionist and go to the room we’re given. I ring the hotel management for new clothes, but nothing’s available. We have no choice but to settle for bathrobes instead while the management offers to dry our clothes.

Cara goes to freshen up first, and while she’s in the shower, my mind strays to dangerous territories. I think about how beautiful she looked being drenched in the rain, how her wet clothes clung to her skin and showed all her curves. Her nipples almost visible.

I imagine my hands and mouth exploring her body and the thought makes me hard. So hard I have to struggle not to touch my manhood.

Cara steps out of the bathroom, and my pulse pounds in my temple, drowning out everything except her. Her golden hair is wet and slicked back, and the dim blue light highlights the rosy glow on her cheeks. She looks like a goddess straight out of the shower, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to make a move and take her in my arms.

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