I put my hands on her shoulders. “Take off your dress.”
She tilted her head to the side, so I could kiss her neck, sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders. “You’re delicious.” I continued my exploration of her jaw, eventually landing on her lips. “Beautiful.” Another kiss. “Tonight, you’re mine.”
I had to keep reminding myself about the task my brother expected me to complete for our family. But with Ava, I couldn’t think straight. She did things to my mind and body that no other woman had done to me before. It was hard to separate my growing feelings for her from my duty.
And that was dangerous.
For both of us.
I unzipped her dress and collected the silky fabric in my hands before it hit the floor, draping it over a chair. She stood before me in the black, lacy La Perla bra, no panties, and Ferragamo pumps.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my eyes drifted over every inch of her body. Then, starting at her hip, I glided my hand over her soft skin, needing to feel her. “Bellissima.”
Ava grabbed my tie with a sly grin. “Take off your suit, Mr. Luciano.”
She sounded like everyone who worked for me when she called me that, but I didn’t hate it. On the contrary, I liked when she showed me respect—my good girl who followed orders and was mine to ruin.
Her fingers worked my tie loose, then she put it around her neck, letting it dangle between her breasts. Not too big or small, enough to fill my hands. I watched her unbutton my shirt, taking her time as she looked at me with desire in her brown eyes.
She would make the perfect Mafia wife.
The thought rolled around in my head with each piece of clothing she removed from my body. One night wouldn’t be enough with her.
Her eyes flicked to my cock, poking through the slit of the black boxer briefs. The night she saw me for the first time, she looked scared. Even questioned if it would fit in her mouth. And as she gaped at my dick, I knew she was thinking about the same thing.
I clutched her chin and pulled her eyes back to mine. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m going to take good care of your pussy.”
She trembled at my touch, something she did whenever I got my hands on her. Maybe a part of her feared me, and rightfully so. I would have been worried about her mental health if she wasn’t a little scared.
Ava tugged on the waistband of my boxer briefs, keeping her eyes on me. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
She inched down my boxers and shrugged. “I don’t know what you like in the bedroom. I’m not sure how you treat women.”
“I won’t hurt you, Ava. Not on purpose.”
As we kissed, she pushed down my boxers. I kicked them to the side, lifted her into my arms, and set her on the kitchen island.
Ava giggled. “Nico.”
That sexy voice.
Her gorgeous body.
This girl was my addiction.
Her eyes drifted down to my cock.
“See something you like,passerotta?”
Ava nodded. “You.”
My lips were on hers, kissing her impatiently, unable to wait another second. She tasted like red wine and smelled like her usual fruity perfume. So sweet and edible, so fucking irresistible.
I rubbed my cock along her wet slit.
“Oh, God, Nico,” she moaned as our lips separated. “You feel so good.”