Ti Amo (15 page)

“Yes. It will help me learn faster. Oh, and Giovanni, I know other things too.”

Giovanni set the bottle and glasses on the surface of the bar and began his search for a corkscrew opener. “Really? Such as?”

“The Mafia.”

Giovanni glanced up at her. She was watching him by the fireplace. Her gaze intense and her mouth set in a determined line. She even had her hands resting on her hips. Amused, his brow arched. “What do you think you know about the Mafia, Bella?”

“
O
mertà.
It’s the code of silence, isn’t it? The reason you won’t discuss your business with me?
I think I read it was
the
sacred vow taken when being sworn into your family. Violation of the rules is punishable by death.”

Should he venture down this road with her? Discussing his family legacy would not endear her to him. He might push her further away. “What else do you know?” he asked holding her stare as he uncorked the bottle.

Mira cleared her throat.

She’d read everything she could find, both fiction and fact, about mafia families while pregnant. She was careful to keep it all from Kei. To her surprise, her research from books to every news article she read turned up no references of his family. The entire country rarely reported on gang warfare. Though she saw evidence of the war of Battaglia against Calderone, she never got any specific details.

“I know the difference between an earner and an enforcer. An earner is someone whose expertise is making money for the family and an enforcer is a person who threatens, maims, or kills someone who doesn't cooperate with family rules or deals.” She shifted nervously under his gaze. Mira couldn’t tell if he was pleased or angry by what she shared. Her heart began to race as his dark blue eyes bore through her. He had the most piercing stare she’d ever seen from a man.

“Continue,” he said softly.

“You are the
Capofamiglia
, the Don. Flavio was your
consigliere
and he was the counselor in the family. He advises the boss and handles disputes within the ranks. I’m sorry he betrayed you.” He poured the wine, and she quickly moved past the subject. “I’m what many would call a
comare
. A mafia girlfriend.”

“Alright I’ve heard enough,” he said in a sharp tone. He stalked out from behind the bar, leaving the wine and glasses behind. Mira had pushed too hard.
Well, too bad.
She wanted this conversation, just as much as she wanted their new beginning. She was tired of pretending not to see what was right in front of her eyes.

Trying to remain confident she kept talking, but her voice pitched high with a nervous flutter that revealed her inner turmoil. “Lorenzo. What is he? Is he the
sotto capo
just the underboss or
capodecina,
which is the group underboss? Huh? I know that within the
Cammora
what you refer to yourselves is
La Cosa Nostra
which translates to ‘this thing of ours’ because for you it just simply is, and can never change.” She stepped back from him so she could maintain a reasonable distance but he controlled the space around her and towered over her. “Let me finish,” she hurried her words before his touch or kiss weakened her. “You are the Godfather, and because of this war you’ve waged others now refer to you as
capo di tutti capi
which means “the Boss of Bosses”. It’s an American title but it has long roots to Sicily. That title is only given to the boss of the strongest of all the mafia families.”

“I said I’ve heard enough, Bella.” He slipped his hands inside his trouser pockets. “You’ve made your point.”

“It’s not enough,” she replied in a firm determined voice. “I know all of this, Giovanni, and I decided I don’t care.”

He continued to stare, silently.

“Do I want you to be part of an illegal crime family? No. But does it make a difference in how I feel about you? No. That’s why I came back with you. Why Eve and I are here with you. We love you, as you are. Do you understand? ”

“Careful,” his gaze swept down her curves then flickered up from her breasts to lock on her eyes. “It turns me on when you speak this way. We go down this road we aren’t coming back.”

She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Who says I want to go back?”

Her body tightened and her breath caught, maintaining the intensity sparkling in his eyes. He was so beautiful to her. His broad forehead, straight nose, and lips always curled at the left corner as if he wore a permanent cynical smile. But it was those eyes that made her absolutely devoted to him. This evening he wore the ‘I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life’ look that would make any girl behave. She pressed her body against the hard angles of his muscular frame and waited for what was to come next.

He ran his hands, both of them, down her spine to cup and squeeze her butt cheeks. “Can we not talk about what I am? I’d rather focus on just us,” he asked.

“Okay.”

“Do you know what we’re going to do next?”

“
Chiavata
,” she teased. The word meant sex.

Giovanni nodded. “That’s right,
chiavata.
But what we do is called
fare l'amore
and that means make love. Because no matter where or how I take this sweet body of yours, it will always be about love.” He tugged on the belt that held her dress tight to her body. She nodded indicating she understood, unable to speak because her heart was now lodged in her throat.

“So you think you understand my world?” he asked amused.

“I know I do.”

“And here you are, in spite of it all.” He unfolded the front of her dress to reveal her black lace panty and bra set.

“
Sí
.”

“Shall I teach you more?” he asked in her ear.

A shiver ran through her. “I like this game.” Tilting her head back and closing her eyes she inhaled his cologne. She breathed slowly through her nose as his hand slid over her curves. “Teach me,” she moaned softly.

“Open your eyes, Bella. You must look at me for this lesson.”

She did as he requested. He ran his hand over her ass in a circular motion. The softness of his touch sent a trail of heat between her thighs into her core.  “Let’s start with this body of yours, at least my favorite parts of your sweetness.” Squeezing her left breast he stuck his tongue in her ear. “
Seno
.”

“
Seno
,” she repeated softly.

Giovanni twirled her nipple between two fingers. “Very good. Breasts, or as I like to say,
tette
. You do remember how much I loved your breasts?” He massaged one slow and gentle and the memory of him holding both with her on her knees as he took her from behind rushed through her and left her weak. “I could suck your nipples all night. Did you breastfeed? They feel fuller, heavier with life.”

“Yes I did. I remember,” she breathed out in a reply. “No more of the game,” she begged, as his other hand slid into the front of her panty. “I want you so much,” she lifted her chin and cupped the back of his neck to bring her mouth to his.

Instead he brought his mouth to her ear. “Later, Bella. I’m going to fuck you I promise. Nice and hard while pulling this lovely hair of yours. For now we play the game.
Capisci
?”

She parted her thighs slightly to give him unobstructed access. His calloused finger brushed her clit and she creamed the seat of her panty, gripping his sleeves. “Yes! I understand.” She cried out.

“
Perfetto
,” he whispered back. He flicked the tip of his tongue at her pierced earlobe. “
G
rilletto
?”

Mira sucked in a tight breath. He rubbed her clitoris between two fingers and her knees began to weaken as her pelvis and the inner channel of her sex pulsed with need.

“
Grilletto
,” she moaned.

“It means clit, like the soft bud I’m feeling now,” he chuckled and she blushed.

A thick middle finger pierced her core with a single thrust and she rose on her toes, exhaling in pleasure.

“
Ditalino
.” he continued as he pumped his finger in and out of her.

“
Ditalino,
” she replied sucking in deep breaths and blowing them out at a quickened pace.

Giovanni smirked, enjoying the way she moved her hips in response. “It’s masturbation, or what you Americans would call
fingering the woman you love
.”

Throwing her head back she laughed and then groaned when he used his thumb to rub against her clitoris and force an orgasm on her. He held her tightly to his chest with his free hand as her hips vibrated through a toe curling release.

“Yes! Don’t… stop, stop, stop, please, don’t stop,” she chanted, so close to the edge her head spun. She reached up and grabbed his neck with one hand and braced the other on his shoulder while riding his upward turned palm with his finger buried deep in her. She climaxed so hard and strong she felt her brain burn out and her lower half melt with weakness.

Once she reached her climactic end he released her. Mira staggered back and turned, a bit winded. She fell forward grabbing the top part of the sofa with both hands to keep from collapsing. He came up close behind her. The hem of her dress was lifted and tossed up to her back. She was exposed. He paused a moment as the cool air of the room tickled her intimately. Then came his touch. His hand wound up her loose locks of hair, pulling her mane gently back with a firm grip. “Mmm, I plan to make you, the
donna
of my empire. Shall I fuck you first Mira, like my woman? Remember my way of loving you. Can you handle it?”

“Yeeeesssssss.”

She heard his zipper rip down and felt him spread her ankles. He held her hair but gripped her left hip to steady her. Apparently he needed little guidance to reach her center. Mira reached between her thighs and set aside the seat of her panty for him to enter her. Giovanni groaned and thrust his hips. Penetration was swift. Mira’s eyelids flipped open then lowered as his warm length, forced her body to comply. He eased several more inches into her tight channel and her inner walls melted with wet heat. He stretched her marvelously. She dipped her back as low as she could and pushed back into his rapid thrusting. Giovanni yanked on her hair a bit harder. “Move with me not against me, Bella. I own this pussy
bambina
, you’re mine.”

She exhaled through her nose and slowed her movement to keep pace with him. He increased the pump action from behind until she was on the verge of collapse. To her delight she came harder than she had in a very long time. Bands of color exploded behind her closed lids. Her thighs, ass, her entire lower half vibrated and pulsed through the sweetest release.

Giovanni withdrew. He let go of her hair and her head fell forward. Her scalp stung from the rough play. 

Mira hung over the sofa and summoned strength to her bones. She pushed herself upright and failed.

“We haven’t begun yet, Bella.” Giovanni smacked her ass, pushing his cock back behind his zipper and fixing his pants. She gathered her strength and straightened, closing the front of her dress. On shaky legs she turned and faced him.

“Why are you covering yourself?” he asked, rubbing his hands down her thighs, nuzzling his face into her neck. He was on her so close she felt like they’d both flip back over the sofa. She closed her eyes and smiled.

“I guess I’m a bit nervous,” she panted.

“About what?” he lifted his face.

“It’s been awhile, and I had a baby. My body’s different.”

Ridiculous!
Giovanni suppressed a smile. He struggled to get a hold of his desires, and she feared the lovely changes to her body made her less desirable? He could barely get his dick to relax. Every fiber in his being wanted more. He denied himself the pleasure of release because the night was early. But his groin and chest were so tight he found himself heaving breaths through his nose. Her hips were a bit fuller and her breasts a little larger, but those were additions that he liked. Her skin was still the rich color of baked cinnamon and her beauty unchanged. “I know you had a baby. You had my baby, and it’s sexy to me. Don’t ever hide your body when we are alone. I love this body.”

He forced her hands down and eased the dress off her shoulders. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. It loosened and slipped away. He lowered his gaze to her thin panties. As if under his instruction she slowly tugged them off the bend of her hips and let them drift down to her knees, then ankles before stepping out in her spiked heels. She moved from the sofa toward the stairs and slowly began to climb. The evening sun disappeared into the horizon. The sky was streaked in deep purples and soft shades of orange. At the upper level all that awaited was a bed fit for a king on a raised circular platform. The previous owner was a designer out of Milan. He failed to repay a debt, so this place instead of his life was offered to Giovanni as compensation. He hated it on sight at first. But when thinking of a place untouched by others to take her too, this was the first to come to mind. He’d never spent a night in the bed and the other rooms weren’t done. His gaze was trained on the sweet sway of her backside. She glanced back at him. He followed, unbuttoning his shirt and cuffs.