Riccardo (12 page)

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RICCARDO

“The only thing that needs to stop is you dribbling shit about me stopping. No fucking way am I letting you go, Lorena. I may be a dangerous man, someone who kills people with his bare hands and weapons but I definitely know how to pleasure a woman. I'm talking about causing you sexually gratifying pleasure that you will never be able to forget. You will feel me all day tomorrow, when you sit and when you walk. Baby doll, I am going to make you squirm and throb to the point that you will remember me all day tomorrow.”

She stopped stroking my cock and she gazed at me in wonder, her teasing smile gone. “I need to be in control. That scare you, baby doll?"

"No, of course not. I want you. I've always wanted you. I'm ready."

“Are you ready to take my cock in your mouth?" I saw her swallow hard at my comment. She was usually a little spitfire, but I loved her being at my mercy. "I want to feel my cock in your throat, your pussy, and maybe even your arse."

I felt her hand on my dick loosen a touch. I covered her hand with mine and showed her how I wanted it stroked. "Hold it tighter, Lorena, so it becomes harder and thicker."

For someone who claimed to have experience, she looked somewhat apprehensive.

"But...the piercings? I'll hurt you...they'll...um..."

"Put your hand around it, and squeeze. Hard. You won't hurt me."

She timidly placed her hand around my thickness and I could almost smell her arousal. She looked up at me for more directions, unsure of what she was supposed to do. “Keep stroking me,” I told her in a softer voice. “Do it harder though,” I demanded. Finally, she squeezed harder, stroking me up and down until she found a rhythm.

I half closed my eyes as she fisted me in her hands. "Fuck, I love the feel of your hands on my swollen cock. But what I'd love even more is for you to suck it."

She froze and stared at me as if she was struggling to make a decision. The anticipation of having her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock was killing me. I was aware that being with her was virtually suicide, but I was beyond caring.

I felt her hands stop stroking my cock. “Scared, baby doll?” I asked her. “You should be scared, Lorena, because we’re playing with fucking fire. And we are both going to get burned.”

“I'll risk it. Burn me.”

***

LORENA

I let go of his dick and pulled him forward, showing him I wasn't scared at all. Well, maybe I was a little, but there was no way I would admit that to him. The minute his lips took mine, everything inside me came to life. I needed to focus on this moment between us and not worry about what happened in the past, or what would happen in the future, or when my father would eventually find out.

At this point in time, all I cared about was the present. He groaned and reached up to tangle his fingers in my hair, jerking it back so he could deepen our kiss. The sweep of his tongue through my mouth, tangled with mine, caused ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I was so desperate for Riccardo. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. We should have done this months ago, maybe even years ago. I almost had to pinch myself to really believe it was finally happening.

Wrenching my mouth away from him, I said, “I'll suck you after you fuck me. I need you inside me. I honestly can't wait any longer.”

“Neither can I,” he growled, his eyes perusing my nakedness. “I'm too far gone for you to suck me now, anyway.”

Our lips connected again and suddenly everything became frantic. He pushed me back on the bed and straddled me with his big, hard body, flushed against mine. I could feel every delicious inch of him. His cock pulsed against my stomach and his lips were everywhere. He kissed, nipped and licked me all over me, running kisses down my neck, grazing over my jaw and occasionally stopping at my lips again to duel our tongues together. Shit, my head was spinning from the intensity of the kiss that I almost lost consciousness for a few moments.

He stroked his way down to my breasts and pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I arched back, rasping out his name as he tweaked them. He growled and sucked on my neck, gliding a wet trail of kisses down to my left breast and suckled on my nipple. The heat of his mouth enclosed around my peak and then he bit me. Shit, I knew Riccardo had a thing for pain. I’d overheard him more than once about pain being pleasurable, but that fucking hurt! He licked it and blew over it and I whimpered, finally feeling the pleasure ripple through me. I arched into him, grinding myself against his cock.

“Stop teasing me. I want you inside me, desperately. I’... I’ll explode if you don’t fuck me, Riccardo.”

“Your tits are so fucking sweet and responsive, baby doll. I could suck on them all day.” He flicked his tongue over them as he spoke. But I wanted more. I wanted him to bite me again.
Holy fuck!
I liked that pain, even though it hurt. He’d corrupted me already. “You are so sweet; your tits are so sweet. I need more of your sweetness.”

I couldn’t hold back my groan, and thrashed my head from side to side. His other hand slid down to my parted thighs and he skimmed his fingertips over my dampness.

“Jesus, you are wet. And it is all for me.” He teased me and taunted me by running his fingers up and down my slit. I whimpered again and gripped his forearms to control my outburst. I moved my hands to his broad shoulders and back. I felt his skin quiver as I skirted my fingertips up and down, gently grazing him with my nails.

He growled and his fingers finally slid inside me, finding my throbbing sex hot and wet. Moaning, he rubbed his fingertips over my clit, causing me to jerk and cry out. God, I needed him. I didn’t care how rough he would be. I wanted him now.

“Please, Riccardo, don’t make me wait,” I whimpered. “I want to fuck you.”

“Baby doll, I feel ya. It’s coming, hard and fast.”

He slipped a second finger into my aching pussy. I stretched around him, clenching as he began sliding his fingers out, and plunging them back in. It wasn’t enough. I needed his dick in there.

“Lorena, you’re so fucking tight, but I can feel you’re ready for me.”

“God, yes,” I cried out, tilting my hips up, trying to take more of him inside me. He continued to work his fingers in and out, until I was on the brink and my body was shaking uncontrollably. Any minute and I’d come.

“Shh…baby doll,” he said, looking directly in my eyes. “I want to watch you as you explode around my fingers.”

Holy shit, his words alone nearly made me come. I stared up at him, and my vision grew hazy as I lost control and began to orgasm. It was a thunderous ripple through my body. I bit my lip to control my scream, but I was too far gone and cried out in an exasperated breath.

I heard Riccardo growl, but he kept his eyes on mine the whole time he was fingering me. He slowed down his movements, becoming gentle with his strokes, trying to wring out every last shudder from my body. When I came back down from my release, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them. I almost came again at the sight.

“Yeah, that’s what I mean by sweet, so sweet and fucking tasty,” he whispered and then inserted his fingers in me again, but this time when he took them out, he didn’t suck them; he offered them to me.

“You wanna taste, baby doll?” My mouth felt dry as my saliva disappeared. “Suck them and have a taste of your orgasm, of how I can make you fall apart with just a touch.”

Obediently, I opened my mouth, and he slipped his fingers in. I sucked on them, hard, wrapping my lips around them, and then swirled my tongue around both digits, tasting my own juices. Oh God, I was so turned on, just the look on his face and his response of “Fuck, yeah...” almost had me coming again.

Sliding his fingers from my mouth, he lifted himself to his knees. His cock was right there in front of me, thick, hard and fucking huge. I swallowed, my heart beginning to thump as anticipation got the better of me. I’d dreamed of this moment for years and it was finally about to happen.

I took in the size of his cock again. His piercings made it look like it was throbbing. They ran up the entire length of his cock, resembling bows and each barbell had a ball on the end of it, which was somehow connected to the bigger piercing straight through the eye of his dick. I hadn’t really noticed the ball barrels that much in the cellar that day, but the ones he had at the end of his cock were huge.

Without speaking, he ran his hands up and down his cock, taking off the balls, much to my relief. I was hoping they’d come off because the thought of him fucking me with them on made me cringe in pain. I didn’t want to ask him, but as he took them off, I realised they were not permanent. He stroked his fingers up and down, teasing me with the erotic way he removed them. I wondered if he would ever allow me the privilege of removing the ball barrels one day, assuming we would have more than just this one night together. I licked my lips, imagining being on my knees in front of him, taking off each individual spike and then sucking his hard length as I went. Jesus, I couldn’t wait to feel those piercings inside me.

Once he was done, he pulled out a condom from his nightstand and rolled it over his length, watching my expression the entire time. I searched his face and he smiled at me with lust and glazed eyes. Once the condom was on, he leaned over and kissed me in a hot and desperate kiss, which had me tugging and pulling on his hair.

A hand slid down my leg, lifting my thigh and placing it over his hip. His fingers reached down and played with my pussy lips. His touch was so erotic that my body came to life again. Finally, I felt his hard length pressing against me and probing at my entrance.

He was taking this too slowly, so I took matters into my own hands and with a groan, I wrapped my other leg around him, encouraging him to fully penetrate me. The burning sensation as he gently pushed the head of his cock in caused a series of pleasurable jolts through my body.

At last, I was going to be fucked by Riccardo, something I had been waiting for all these years. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back onto the bed. His lips found my throat as he pushed in, stretching and filling me until I could feel him in so deeply that I felt his balls slapping my arse.

We both moaned and he jerked his hips, sliding his length out and then slamming it back in. Fuck, it was intense and uncomfortable at first because he was so big. Once my body accommodated to his size, I relaxed and felt every one of those piercings rubbing against me and stirring the most sensitive spots inside. I scraped my nails against his scalp as I tightened my grip on his hair, arching my back to offer him my exposed nipple.

“Yeah, give me your tits, baby doll. You look so beautiful, so fucking dirty and Jesus, so fucking tight.”

He closed his lips over my nipple and picked up his pace, thrusting deep and hard, slapping against me and driving into me with desperation. I became frantic, circling my legs around his waist, my hands in his hair, my mouth on his temples, licking the salty slickness off as he moved faster, bringing me to the point of no return. Never before had sex felt like this. I had never had an orgasm so quickly or so many times in the one night.

Sensation after sensation left me teetering on the edge of an orgasm again, while every damn inch of his pierced cock inside my vaginal walls created vibrations inside my body that had me shaking violently with every hard thrust of his body.

“Are you ready to come apart again, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Call me by my name when I fuck you. Say my fucking name.”

“Riccardo,” I uttered, barely audible.

He growled and thrust inside me with a vengeance. This time I screamed his name out as my orgasm took over my body, waves of fire licking through me. “Fuck, that feels so good, Riccardo, so damn good.”

“Fuck, Lorena, you are a fucking dream.” He roared, thrusting harder and harder until he reached his own release and joined me.

I felt his body jerk, and he threw his head back, growling loudly as his cock pulsated inside me. I clenched and squeezed his cock, milking him with my inner muscles. He had me shuddering and crying out as we both reached our peak. He slumped his body down on mine, resting his damp forehead on my breasts. We were both breathing heavily, and our bodies trembled. I stroked his face and hair and brought his head up to my face, wanting to kiss him. Instead, he rolled me over and took me in his arms, holding me close and stroking my damp hair.

“Fuck, baby doll. I can’t believe we just did that.”

“About time, hey?” I said, playing with his nipples and tracing the intricate designs of his tattoos across his chest.

“Yeah, but fuck...I never realised how fucking incredible it was going to be.”

“Well, what did you expect? You only ever fuck whores. I’m no whore, Riccardo,” I told him, swallowing. “We were meant to be, Riccardo, so don’t you dare deny it or say otherwise.”

“I know that. Stop putting put words in my mouth,” he reprimanded.

Relaxing at his words, I grinned. “I can think of something else that I could put in your mouth or maybe you’d like to put something in mine?” I teased and he grumbled a moan so deep, I felt its vibration from his chest.

It looked like I would get more than one night with Riccardo after all.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

LORENA

When I woke up, the repercussions of what we had done hit me. I finally had what I wanted: Riccardo, but he was right. We had betrayed my father, big time. Shit would hit the fan if he ever found out. And he would eventually find out. How the hell were we going to be able to keep this a secret? I thought I wanted Riccardo before, but since having him, I wanted him even more.

Nestled in his arms, his steady breathing filled the air. I wasn't sure if he was awake or sleeping. Closing my eyes, I rested my forehead on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating. It was racing too fast for him to be asleep, but I didn't want to look up at him. I didn't know what to say after what we shared. I was not one to be shy, normally, but my feelings for Riccardo were so strong, I felt somewhat demure around him.

After several minutes of silence, Riccardo stroked his fingers up and down my back. There was no time like the present and I had to look at him sooner or later. I moved back from him and braced myself up on an elbow and stared down at him. We stared at one another briefly until he lifted his hand and cupped my cheek. I half smiled at him, but released a nervous sigh at the same time.

“Are you okay? Is there something wrong, baby doll?” he asked softly.

“I'm fine. There's nothing wrong,” I lied. “Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m so scared and worried about how all of this will play out with Dad and your position in the
famiglia
when all of this…um…I mean, when my father finds out about us.”

“Do you have to bring your dad into the midst when all I want to do is fuck you again?” he said, trying to make me laugh. “If and when he finds out, we will cross that bridge, and possibly that battle when we have to. There will undoubtedly be bloodshed, but let's not think about it right now.”

His words didn't comfort me. If anything, they stressed me even more. Riccardo was pressed against me, growing hard again. I lay my hand on his chest and looked up at him. “I’m scared because I don’t want this to be the only time we have with one another.” Damn, when I looked over at him, he turned his face away from me to look out the window. He looked tense and deep in thought. I could tell from the vein pulsating in his neck.

Why the hell did I say anything?
I finally had him where I want yet already I was making demands on him. The last thing I wanted was to fuck it up. I held my breath as I waited for him to release me and tell me to leave. When he didn't speak, I took another risk and grabbed him by the chin, making him turn to look at me. I contemplated not saying another word but decided to hell with that. I was risking it all. He was worth it. And if I didn’t say it, I'd lose my nerve.

“You can tell me to leave and say you don't want to see me anymore, but I want you to know that I…I love you, Riccardo,” I whispered softly. He still didn't answer me but when he closed his eyes at my words, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

He caressed my face and sprinkled kisses down my neck, so gently, that I almost cried. “It will all be okay, Lorena. I'll fix things. I'll somehow find a way to convince Sebastiano we belong together. Trust me, baby doll.”

“I do, but…”

“Shh.” He placed his fingers over my lips and rubbed soothingly before kissing me gently. “You know I care for you, too, Lorena. I always have. Now I've had you, I won't let you go. I'll fight for you, no matter what the consequences are. Nothing and no one will stand in my way. You
are
mine. I'll fight him and I'll do whatever it takes to be with you. You belong to me, not your father anymore.”

I relaxed a little, but I knew in my heart that there was always a calm before the storm. And trouble was brewing.

***

RICCARDO

Life went on as normal over the next few weeks. That was if it were possible to call my type of life normal. Lorena and I had been sneaking around as much as possible, but it was hard. There were always people around us. I spent hours at the club and tried to avoid those fucking weekly family dinners. Seeing her and not being able to touch her was one of the hardest things to do. It was harder than before because, since I tasted her, I only wanted her more.

Lorena was keeping herself busy trying to start up an interior design business, and probably because she was too scared to be caught with me. There was no way I was going to discourage her by being a selfish prick. Lorena was an intelligent woman and I wanted her to succeed. I was not the ideal man for her, but at least she could pursue her ideal job. Fuck though, nothing could stop me from thinking about her. She invaded my thoughts every second of the day. It had been six days since I'd been with her. I knew it didn’t sound like a long time, but to me, it was a fucking dog age.

We were always talking and texting, always ensuring no member of the
famiglia
was around to hear us. All the time, I felt like a fucking deceitful bastard. I had to tell Sebastiano, but I had to do it the right way. The more I avoided it, the harder it became. How the hell was I going to tell The Don, I was fucking his daughter? I knew Sebastiano too well. I knew how he thought and how he reacted. There was no doubt, he would want to skin me alive.

There was no way he'd believe me if I told him I loved her. I was the one who asked him to send her away. He had seen her flirt with me over the years and laughed it off as an obsession. He had also seen me push her away and reject her. There was no way he'd believe me. I'd fucked up big time. I should've told him how I felt about Lorena from the beginning. All I could do was wait for the perfect moment. It was all about timing. I had it all planned out in my head on how to go about this, but the last few weeks with Lorena, had changed me.

I wanted a life with her. Something like what Sebastiano had with Sierra. Mentioning all this to Sebastiano was going to be a sensitive topic, to put it mildly. When I told him, I'd tell him everything. That I wanted her and only her. That I wanted to claim her as my own and that there was no way he could change my mind. How many times had I told other fuckers, ‘You fuck with the mafia and they fuck you’? I should have taken my own advice. Fuck, I may as well have gone out and bought my own coffin or started digging a grave.

Regardless of the consequences, I had to tell Sebastiano and the
famiglia
soon. We all stuck together, through thick and thin. Our family didn’t have secrets. No one kept things from one another in this family. If they did, they were as good as dead. And I was doing just that, betraying my own family, a family who looked up to me with the utmost respect.

I felt like a fucking arsehole about it all.

Stefano tapped me on the back, interrupting my thoughts. “How fucking long are you gonna stay here? You've been here all day and all night.”

“I'm nearly done and I'll head out soon.”

“Me and Raph have some action happening tonight. You want in?”

“Nah, I'll pass, I'm not in the mood.”

“Ah, come on, Capo, it'll be fun. You've not joined us in a while…”

My phone rang and I silenced Stefano with a hand movement. I excused myself while I took the call. Stefano didn't budge. He stood there with a smug look on his face. As I answered it, I noticed Lorena’s name come up on my screen. I tried to compose myself in front of Stefano and not act like a fucking teenager. Whenever we called one another, we made sure we were alone or went somewhere to be alone if we happened to be in a public place.

“Do you mind leaving?” I said, before taking the call. “This call is private.”

He laughed aloud. “Private? What the fuck? We share everything, bro. I'll sit on the couch and wait for you to finish. I gotta talk to you.”

“Fine.” Fucking arsehole. I had to act like nothing fazed me and he was right. Stefano knew all the
famiglia
business and all our personal business, except about Lorena of course.

“Hi there,” I said into the phone. I turned away from Stefano so I had my back to him, not wanting him to see my facial expressions as I spoke.

“Hey, you,” she said softly. “What, no baby doll this time? You must be losing your touch?”

Fucking hell. Why can't Stefano just leave?
I was getting hard just from hearing her talk to me like that. Shit, I called her baby doll. Damn, it was hard to try and refrain from saying it, especially over the phone.

“Not this time. No.”

“Oh…ah…you sound stressed. Is everything all right?”

“Yes. All good.” I kept my responses short and clipped on purpose, hoping she'd catch on and be able to tell I had company.

She giggled, and at the sound, I closed my eyes and counted to ten. Damn, even her laugh made me hot.

“Is someone with you? Is that why you can't talk?”

“Smart lady, aren't you?” I said in a quiet voice, hoping Stefano was too busy playing with his phone to notice what I was saying.

“I sure am, but the reason I'm ringing is because I have an idea brewing…” she paused, but I knew exactly what she was going to tell me. I looked over at the wall that was mounted with a portrait of Sebastiano.

I closed my eyes and exhaled roughly. I know I couldn’t betray him any longer.

“Baby doll—” Fuck, the minute I uttered those words, Stefano stopped what he was doing and glared at me. I was beyond caring at this stage. Fuck him.

“Listen first, please, Riccardo. I love my father just as much as I love you, but I can’t do this sneaking around behind his back anymore. I nearly told Sierra the other day. I know I can trust her, but I want to tell everyone we are together. We have to tell my father about us.”

I let out a ragged breath, feeling relaxed and relieved about everything, until Stefano stood and pointed to The Don’s portrait. My relief was short-lived when Stefano waved his finger at me and aimed his gun and pointed it to his head and mouthed ‘He's gonna blow your fucking brains out’. Fucker, he sure knew how to ruin a moment.

I ignored him and shook my head at him, giving all my attention to my conversation with Lorena.

“I need to tell him.
We
need to tell him, I mean, together. The longer we postpone it, the worse it will be. We need to prepare for the worst. He'll be angry we've kept this a secret for so long. What the hell, he'll be angry we are together, period.”

“Yeah? No fucking kidding. He will want blood, baby doll. The longer we keep our relationship a secret the angrier he will be once we tell him.” It was no longer worth pretending in front of Stefano. Lorena didn't have to remind me that her dad would go berserk. I knew that better than anyone. Sebastiano would want more than blood. He was one tough bastard and I'd fucked up big time. Sebastiano would stop at nothing to protect his daughter and if that meant disposing of me, he'd do it and worry about the consequences and destruction later. That was the way he rolled.

“Fuck, I know.” She sighed, and I hated she was feeling all this guilt. “Has that person left yet? You just called me baby doll—”

“No,” I interrupted her. “Stefano is still here,” I said, looking over at the smug prick. “So he knows. I’m sure I don't need to spell it out for him.” Stefano grabbed his crotch and thrust his hips back and forth simulating the sexual act. “Geez, you're a fucking wanker.”

“I gather you're talking to him and not me, right?” Lorena giggled into the phone. “Lucky it's Stefano. I know he can have a big mouth sometimes, but he'd never go tell Daddy. Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow night? We can tell my father in private first and then everyone else at the family dinner?” She sounded scared, yet a touch happy at the same time. Her emotions were all over the shop. If there was a way I could fix things, I would. We just had to ride this one out and it sure wasn't going to come easy.

“Sounds like a plan. It'll all work out, Lorena. I promise you that,” I tried to reassure her, but all I wanted was to see her and hold her, kiss her, and erase all her negativity. But damn it, I was in so deep with Lorena, and I knew it would only get more intense with her. She had me so fucking crazy and she knew it too.

“I’m not so sure what mood my father will be in, but no matter what happens, Riccardo, I will do everything in my power to protect you. I will not allow my father to hurt you. He will have to kill me first to get to you and we both know there is no way he will do that, right?” She tried to lighten up the situation as we both felt the pressure. “Soon it will all be out in the open and we can plaster our relationship on every billboard in the world. That's how much I want to be with you.”

“Baby doll, I've denied myself the privilege of being with you for too long. I'm ready.” I realised Stefano was still there and I didn’t want to tell Lorena too much about how I felt about her. Damn, she finally got to me. No matter how hard I fought it, she broke me. And I was glad she did. She was mine and soon I'd have her anywhere and anytime I wanted. She gave me a direction in life, one that I’d never dreamed possible. “We will have it all out in the open soon. No more hiding, no more sneaking around.”

“I feel so guilty going behind Daddy’s back like this. I hate that we will hurt him. It’s unavoidable though. I love you, Riccardo, and I want to be with you.” She sounded so stressed. God, I hated this situation.

“I don't want you stressing over this, Lorena. It'll all work out and I intend to see you before the family dinner.” I talked to her a little bit longer and then ended the conversation on a positive note.