Page 30 of The Mafia's Property

“Uh-huh. Anyway, you won’t hear me pry, but I guess that explains why you don’t want my money.”

“We love your money. It’s the control we don’t like.”

Kalib’s gaze went to me and lingered. He was definitely undressing me. Throughout the talk, it was clear he liked me. His gaze kept wandering to me whenever Enrico was talking. “If I say yes, does she come with the deal?”

I froze. I certainly hope not! Was this Enrico’s ploy all along? To put me as a sweetener for his business partner? I felt Enrico’s hand tighten against me. “She’s my girlfriend, Kalib, I don’t share.”

Kalib threw his hands in the air. “I was only teasing you. Although that ‘not sharing’ line is a lie. I was there at your party last summer. You and your brother love taking turns.” he took his glass of wine and sipped. “Let me think about it. But five is a little tight, don’t you think so, Freya?”

I looked at Enrico, and he gave me a slight nod. “Not when you want to buy into an expanding business. Your investment will be worth much more in the long-term,” I replied. It was the best response I could think of that didn’t cut against Enrico’s argument. He was right about the business, worth a lot more. Whatever amount of money Kalib wanted to put in, it wasn’t worth selling away the controlling stake.

“I’m only letting you press your case because I love to know what you think I should do to make it more profitable? Exclusive? The talk of the town? But as you can see, there’s no need for any of that,” Enrico added.

“Fine. I’m convinced. Two fifty mil for a five percent stake is a not a lot, but I think I can make it work. Shake on it?” My eyes bulged as the two shook hands. Two hundred and fifty million was what Enrico was working down to a five percent stake! Holy shit! “Do I get a kiss to seal the deal?” Kalib said to me.

“Not a chance,” Enrico replied.

“I was only testing your limits. Gosh, you’re so possessive with her,” Kalib shrugged, “but I get it.” He got up and said, “I’ll let my lawyers speak with her then. Man, they’re going to be so lucky. I might come along for the contract negotiations if I didn’t have a family meetings and wedding stacked up in the coming months. Sucks to be me, honestly.”

Kalib bid us farewell and he went out, followed by his bodyguards. When they were gone, Enrico picked up my now empty glass of champagne and poured halfway through and more in his own glass. He picked up the two flutes, handed me one, and said, “Great job. Didn’t think you could pull it off.”

“Why not? I can act if I have to. “

He scoffed. “Your overconfidence is charming. I’m starting to see what he sees in you.”

“Thanks.” I said as I drank more of the wine. It was getting to my head. Maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol or maybe it was the buzz of the deal, but I was feeling a little reckless and loose with myself. My inhibitions were slowly peeling away. “I should get a bonus for a job well done, don’t you think?”

“If you’re asking for a raise in your allowance, sure.”

“Ugh. Not that. I’m thinking about those expensive privacy and freedom privileges you’ve recently taken away from me.”

“They’re for your own safety, remember?”

My eyes narrowed. “Is that true, or do you have other reasons to want me close to you at all times and in all situations?”

“If you think” he trailed off. His gaze went to my lips and lingered there, making me feel a little uncomfortable. He looked mesmerized and if I was dumb, I would have thought it was because he found me attractive or he wanted me. But I wasn’t dumb. “Did I grow a mole?” I asked.

“No.” His voice was low and distracted. He blinked twice as if taking himself of out a trance. He downed the rest of his wine and said, “Finish up and let’s go.” I nodded and did as he said. His mood had shifted from warm to cold in a matter of seconds and I didn’t know why, nor did I want to ask. The journey back to the apartment was quiet as Skits drove the car. The Escalade was big enough to fit three people on the seat and yet I felt like we were too close together. At one point, I was sure he was going to do something, but he kept to his side of the car, barely acknowledging me. I was afraid to ask about what he had said earlier. Was it a taunt? I was sure he was just toying with me.

When we both entered the apartment, instead of going to our own rooms, we lingered in the foyer, not sure what to do. I wasn’t sure, but Enrico didn’t seem as nervous as I was. There was clear determination behind his dark eyes. It masked a desire that I was sure reflected my own. The ride back to the apartment had not dampened the light flirtation we had done in front of Kalib. It only heightened it. “You said you wanted me in your bed?” I asked. My voice sounded shaky. “That was a joke, right?” I punctured the statement with a little scoff. Enrico didn’t find it funny. His fiery gaze was a little too much for me to handle. I glanced away so he wouldn’t read the burning desire inside me. He was standing by the door while I was a few feet inside. He closed the door behind him as an answer to my question. “Enrico.”

He marched over to me and took me into his arms. He lifted my chin and brushed his lips against mine. Just like I wanted him to all day today. Tasting him for the first time was like tasting a new, wild fruit full of flavor. I leaned in further to receive his kiss and he groaned when he felt my enthusiastic consent. He grasped me tight against the waist with his other hand, and I wanted nothing more than to feel those hands all over me again. There was something in the air that wrapped us both into this cocoon of ecstasy where nothing else existed but each other lips. Each other’s hands.

When his tongue coaxed my lips open, I wanted nothing more than to feel his tongue dance with mine forever. He was good at drawing desires within me I didn’t know existed. And when his hands went up my back and to my neck to remove the little dress I had on, I let him take it off even though now should have been the time I was protesting against it. But no. I wanted it. I wanted this. I wanted him. When the dress dropped to the floor, he gasped. His hungry gaze made me feel even more empowered than I had even felt on stage. I was naked with nothing on, and yet I felt like I had more power over him than I had ever felt before.

His hands slid slowly down my body and went to my nipples. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I thought you said you hated big tits.”

“I was lying.” He took my mouth again with his and gave me another fervent kiss that was made even hotter by the little flicks and pulls he did on my nipples. “Tits like yours deserve to be worshipped,” he whispered against my lips and made a trail of kisses from my cheek, to my neck, and down to the nape of my shoulder. “handled with care and love.” His lips reached my left breast and instead of kissing the nipple, he dropped small kisses around the areola before taking the nipple inside his mouth and licking it, tugging, and playing it with his tongue while he did something similar to the other breast with his hand. I moaned against him as he continued his assault. He did not stop. Even when my knees buckled against his ministrations, he continued to drown me in his lustful play. I had to hold on to him as if I was holding onto dear life.

Enrico pulled back, and I moaned in frustration, but it was so he could lift me up and he carried me to the next flat surface he could find. The wall. My hands went to his chest. He was fully clothed while I was naked. It had to be rectified. I wanted to see that chest I had felt so many times. Taking off his shirt wasn’t hard. I practically ripped it off him. He was as well sculpted as I imagined. Next came his pants. He helped me take them off and soon he was as naked as I was. His cock jutted proudly, long, thick and weeping.

I squirmed, a little worried all of a sudden. When he kissed me, I knew this was where it was going to lead, but I didn’t fully process the weight of it. That he was going to be my first. It’s not like I was saving myself for anyone. I just never had sex with someone before out of a technicality. As for sleeping with him specifically, I had no qualms against it besides the whole he-hates-me and now, his size. Was it too big? It looked like the ones I had seen in porn, but even I knew porn wasn’t to be used as a measuring stick.

“Freya?” If he read any worry on my face, it was soon forgotten when I took his member in my hand and stroked it. His guttural groan was encouragement enough that I was doing something right. Slowly at first, I stroked him up and down and in wonder as it grew even larger and a bead of cum pearled on top. As if mesmerized by it, I went down to my knees and licked it. “Holy fuck, Freya,” he said when I licked the head again. He moaned a little louder this time and grasped my head, directing my movements as I took him in inch by inch. I licked and sucked him like he was a meal I had never tasted before and in its own twisted way, he was. This was all new to me and part of me wanted to impress him and show him I wasn’t the ingenue he thought I was.

I was now getting the hang of it and going deeper when I felt his hands go under my arms and lift me up to my feet. “That’s enough.” His voice sounded rough and for a second, I thought I had done something wrong, but the kiss he gave spoke the opposite. It was hungry and desperate. Just like I was. He plastered me against the wall with his body and lifted one leg to his waist.

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