Page 32 of The Mafia's Property

“Oh.” Her eyelids fluttered. Her mouth was too tempting to not kiss. Her tongue met mine, and they danced together in a match of wills where we both lost and won. “One last time,” I whispered against her lips, “were you dreaming of me?” I inserted another finger and mimicked a motion I so desperately wanted to do with my cock. She moaned again. I pinched her clit. She screamed. “Were you--”

“Yes!” she moaned. “Please. I want you. I want you inside me.” That was all the invitation I needed. In one move, I flipped us around so that she was over me and I was under her. I pulled her up so that she was sitting on my stomach. “Take my cock.” My voice was hoarse with desire. Her small hands took hold of it and before I instructed her on what to do next, she slid it over her pussy and she sat down on it. I held her waist to slow her down. “Gently.” I didn’t want her to tear again if we were to go for round three. Her little mewls as she took all of me in were enough to make me come, but I steadied myself.

She had me buried to the hilt and pussy has never felt this good. She was tight and gripping. It felt like being wrapped in a glove made just for me. “Now. Move up and down. Without” I couldn’t finish the sentence. She moved slowly at first. gyrating her hips like she had done it before, then began increasing the pace. “You’re good at this,” I choked out.

Freya smiled. “Benefits of my profession, you could say.”

“Fuck.” Her hands, which were on my chest, slipped as she stroked faster and faster. She held on to the headboard. Her breasts were now swinging above my face. I licked each nipple in turn. “Rico, please.” She was begging for release. “Faster baby.” I helped her a little by thrusting up. She increased her motions. “Come on my cock.” She was closer to the pinnacle. I placed an encouraging hand on her waist, thrusting her up and down harder and faster. We both cried out each other’s names as we came together. The orgasm, like before, was earth-shattering. Mind melting. Addictive.

We had sex again for the third time. It slower than the last two times. I told her she was too sore, but she persisted and I couldn’t refuse her. I wanted her as much as she wanted me. What is caution when sex is this good? Sleep finally came closer to dawn and by then, I was drained and tired.

And when I woke, it was with Freya in my arms, breathing softly, asleep for real this time. She looked so serene; I let her stay in the peaceful dreamland while I got up and showered. My dick was still hard and yearning for her, even after a night of being inside her. I don’t think I’ve ever been this insatiable for someone. I wanted to sleep with her again and again, and never stop. It was driving me crazy. She was like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. The more I took, the more addicted I became.

However, a niggling sensation at the back of my head told me that what I had done was wrong. It didn’t feel wrong, the opposite actually, but would Nico see it that way. I’ve never been in a position like this before. Would he hate me? Would he care? It was either tell him or say nothing. And by the time I was done showering, my indecision had only deepened. Freya was still sleeping soundly and a part of the sheet had now slid down to expose her breast. It would only take a minute to kiss her rosy nipple to attention and wake her up. Another round with her before I went to work would assuage my passion for some time. No. She was still sore from last night and would probably need time to adjust. I had taken her slow so far and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her hard and fast, but I could not do that to her now.

I turned away from the temptation and put on my clothes and marched out of the room. However good she was in bed, she was still a possible enemy. After learning about the shoddy work Nico did to look into her background, I took it upon myself to look into her and what I found was baffling. There was little known about her except that she went straight from high school to the pole and worked for the club she had been with until now. There were no links to her and Volkov that I could find as of yet, but she was more than capable of having met him at some point. Apart from dancing in the club, she also did private calls with some of her workmates. Most of these calls were from rich clients, some of them were foreigners. She could have met him that way, but other than that, I found nothing. I was about to pull out my private detective from looking into her when he told me one interesting thing; he was looking into her parents.

Apparently, her birth mother was into the crime life and had given Freya up to the system when she went to jail. Freya was a toddler at the time. It could be nothing. It could be something. What it meant was she was not to be trusted. She was definitely different from the other properties we’ve hired. At least they had a straight and clear record that didn’t involve multiple foster care homes, holes in their backgrounds, and a general lack of information. She wasn’t even on social media. Who in this day and age doesn’t have a social media account unless they’re hiding something?

I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee, having finally come to a decision. I wasn’t going to tell him. What he didn’t know would not hurt him. He didn’t even know she was a virgin, so that he wouldn’t find out. And while he was away for a couple more days, Freya and I could explore each other’s bodies. She was a fast learner. I could show her a few tricks and hell, Nico would thank me for teaching his property how to please him. Satisfied with myself, I sat down to enjoy my coffee and went through my messages. The investigator hadn’t found anything yet. Dante’s general manager was fighting fires at the new casino, but nothing major. And what is that? Holy shit. I stared at Nico’s message, dumbstruck. He sent it last night. I could have seen it, but I was deep inside Freya to care about messages pinging on my phone.

“I’m coming back tomorrow.”

The sound of the elevator doors dinged and opened. I rushed over to the foyer hoping it was anyone, Skits maybe, but no, it was fucking Nico.

Freya

I WOKE UP with a sweet dull ache at my center and the unfamiliar male scent of Rico surrounding me. The events of last night came rushing in. His hands on my body bringing me to ecstasy, his intoxicating kisses, his cock. He made love to me multiple times throughout the night. Scratch that, we had sex multiple times until I was sure I wouldn’t be able to move a muscle. I stretched to test the theory. I still could, thankfully.

My gaze darted around the room. Rico wasn’t around and there was no sign that he was ever here except for his scent and the soft depression his head made on the pillow. Sunlight was already streaming into the room. It must be well into the morning, I thought. He probably woke up before me and went to work. I hoped this meant he was going to leave me here and not make me follow him around. Doing nothing the whole day gave me a mind-numbing feeling I preferred not to experience again.

I stretched again and winced at the knots in my muscles. Damn, last night was truly something else. I still can’t believe it had happened. Sex with Rico was nothing like I ever expected, nothing I ever dreamed to would be. Was he who I thought I would give it up to? Not in a million years. Was he a good choice? Hell fucking yes. I wasn’t sure at first, especially after that initial thrust, but once the pain subsided, I realized what people talked about. What they meant about desire and pleasure, not just with yourself, but with someone else. The joy in not only being pleased, but pleasing the other. And then there was the little death. I have never felt an orgasm so earth shattering with myself. Was it always like this? Would it be the same with Nico?

Rico seemed conflicted by what we did last night. If Nico didn’t approve… I pushed away the thought. Whatever Nico thought, it was undeniable that my relationship with Rico had shifted. It didn’t mean I liked him and I was sure he hated me still. I was inexperienced in sex, but even I knew it didn’t make someone fall in love with you overnight. Men were more than capable of fucking a person they hate.

As if ripped from my thoughts, Rico barged into the room a little harried. “Get out.” That was not subtle. He could have at least tried to be a little less awful. I swung my lethargic legs out of the bed and pulled the sheet as I got up. Rico was fully dressed in a suit and tie looking tidy while I was a whole mess of morning after. “Quickly,” he added, when he noted my slow and deliberate movements. “Not even a hi, how’s your morning?” I said.

“No time.” He rushed over to me and practically pushed me into a walk. “Nico is here.” That jolted me into life. Nico might not mind us together. He might also hate the thought and kill me on the spot. I didn’t want to find out if it was the former. I picked up my pace and went to the door. Rico nudged me away. “Don’t use that, use the connecting door,” he said, whispering. “Quick! He’s coming to your room. I told him you were sleeping!” That made me even more panicked. I rushed out of Rico’s room and into mine.

The bed was smooth with little sign of being slept on. I opened the covers and jumped into them just as the knob on my door was turned. What do I do? Should I pretend to sleep, or should I not? Before I could decide, Nico strolled in while I was half sitting, half sleeping. I covered my body, not wanting him to know I was naked underneath. That, too, would require some explaining. His mouth curved up when he saw me. “Rico said you were still asleep.”

“Just woken up.” Stay back. Stay back. If you get any closer and smell the scent of your brother on me, I’m dead. Nico kept advancing and came to sit beside me on the bed. “Did you miss me?” He said before planting a small kiss on my lips. I froze. He leaned back, scanned me up and down, brows furrowed. I hoped he would detect nothing amiss, and when his features straightened, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“A little. “

“I should have brought you with me. You would have loved it.”

“Oh. You didn’t go on a--”

“Mission to kill some European Mafia operation? Believe it or not, but we do regular business most of the time.” His eyes darted around the room. Was he looking for something? He could sense things were off. I pulled up my sheets a little further to cover my body. “So, what did you two get up to? Did you spend the entire time fighting?”

I shrugged. “No. Rico kept me company. I was actually having a lot of fun.”

He laughed. “Now that’s a lie. What did you two get up to? I was afraid he would strangle you in bed while you were sleeping.”

If only he knew the things Rico did to me in bed. “Not much happened while you were away.”

“Good to see that things were great between you two.”

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