Chapter 6

It makes me groan.

Her fingers begin to make circles on my cock, and I grunt a curse loudly. I grab her wrist to stop her, lowering my mouth to hers. Her body jerks as I press myself against her.

We continue kissing as I tease her pussy with my cock, moving at a dangerously slow pace.

“Fuck me, Santino.”

I stop her hand before she reaches for me. “Beg me.”

The tip of my cock is right where I want it to be—a tiny gap away from her pussy. I lean in to make contact, and she gasps.

“Beg me to fuck you, baby.”

“Please, Santino… please fuck me.”

I thrust into her slightly. She grunts as I drive my cock slowly into her tight cunt.

“Beg me to fuck you hard like you want my cock so bad.”

I push myself deeper into her, and she groans loudly.

“Pl… please, sir. Fuck me hard.” She gasps some more as I start to move inside her.

“I fucking can’t anymore. I need your cock so bad. Please… take me now.”

Her pussy is so damn tight—it clenches around my dick perfectly.

“Fucking Christ!”

I start to thrust into her, each movement harder and deeper than the last. My lips are back on hers as I swallow her moans.

Her back arches, pressing her breasts against my chest. The rub of her nipple sends a jolt down my spine.

I take her breast in my mouth, sucking on it greedily. Every part of her tastes amazing, and I can’t seem to get enough.

She’s doing crazy things to ruin me—and damn me if I even try to stop her.

Her nipples are perked, and I trace one with my tongue while circling the other with my fingers.

She whimpers from the sensation, gripping my arms tightly. Her nails dig into my skin.

“Who owns this pussy?” I growl, increasing my pace.

My body begins to tense. I won’t last much longer again.

Her thighs close tighter as she pulls me closer. I shove myself into her so hard, she screams.

“You, Santino, only you.”

My fingers return to her breasts, teasing them as she shuts her eyes, rolling her head back.

I stop moving. “Open your eyes and watch me fuck you.”

She breathes heavily, forcing her eyes open. Her lashes flutter as she moans my name.

“I want you to remember how good my dick feels inside you.”

I start to move again. Her eyes flutter as she struggles to keep them open.

Good.

It doesn’t take long before her legs begin to shake. I bring her to a second release. She screams my name as I thrust into her harder, deeper—until there’s no space left between us.

The muscles in my legs tighten as I get closer.

She squeezes her thighs against me as she cums on my dick.

“Fucking hell, Colina. Fuck.”

A few more thrusts, and I lose control, collapsing onto her as I finish.

I’m panting, resting my forehead against hers.

We lie there, out of breath, staying like that for a long minute until I regain myself. I roll onto the bed beside her. She stares at the ceiling while I watch her.

The room is quiet, save for the sounds of our breathing.

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Colina

“What was that earlier?” I ask, turning to face him.

Oh fuck—the truck.

“It doesn’t matter now,” he lies.

I can see it in his eyes. He’s definitely going to get revenge on Matteo and Don Antonio. Three can play this dirty game. But what I’m more worried about is… us. Our families are at war now.

“You scared me.”

He pulls me closer, placing a kiss on my head.

Before he can kiss my lips, his phone starts ringing.

He grunts and lets go of me to grab it from the nightstand.

I frown when I see his expression freeze.

He stares at the name on the screen. Only I and his sister know about this place. But she’s been overseas since college.

Why is she calling him now, in the middle of the night?

“Is everything alright, Lucia?” he asks, answering.

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Colina

Santino has been busy ever since Lucia arrived.

We haven’t been able to meet in days. I almost hate that she’s around—she has all of his attention. All we do now is text and postpone our meetups.

We’re trying to be careful so she doesn’t find out about us.

I wanted to run to him the night he helped me get my first job, but because of her, I couldn’t.

Being the son of a powerful mafia family has its perks—strong connections. Santino pulled some strings, and I didn’t even need to apply for the job. He’s the only one who truly understands me—and what I want.

A life of my own. With him in it.

But now? That’s difficult with Lucia around.

She never stays in New York long before vanishing again. I never got close to her, but I know she’s nosy.

No one knows why she left so suddenly the last time she was here.

She’s Santino’s younger sister, and they look so much alike. But personality? Night and day. He’s reserved. She’s loud, bold.

If she suspects anything between us, things could get bad—fast.

I once overheard my parents talking about her. They called her the “bad egg” of the Romanos. Said Don Salvatore is ashamed of her.

And they talk about the Romanos more and more lately. Words Santino would hate to hear.

Our families haven’t been the same—both gunning to be capos of the city.

Santino’s confrontation the other night? It confirmed what I feared. Something is wrong. And I’m being kept in the dark.

I make a mental note to ask Matteo when I get home.

But today is my first day at my new job, and I don’t want to ruin it with heavy thoughts.

I adjust my skirt and walk into the reception hall.

Father and Mother have no idea I’m here—not even Matteo.

He didn’t come home last night, and he called earlier to say our parents are on a business trip.

So I took the chance to leave the house without being noticed.

The guards Matteo assigned to watch me weren’t a problem, either.

Still, I don’t know how long I can keep this up.

They’ll be furious when they find out.

Even worse if they learn Santino helped me.

The company name—Salvador’s Enterprise—is etched in bold letters on the mahogany front desk. One of the most reputable firms in Italy.

Santino knew about my marketing degree and referred me for the coordinator position.

The receptionist greets me with a warm smile as I approach. Her red lips and gray eyes are striking, and there’s a mole on her nose. Her white shirt collar is slightly crumpled.

“Welcome to Salvador’s Enterprise! How may I help you, ma’am?”

“I’m Colina… Rosetti,” I say, hesitating slightly.

Her expression shifts—just a little—but I catch the flicker of shock in her eyes. She clears her throat and keeps smiling.

“I’m here to see Mr. Dimitri. I have an appointment with him,” I add.