Page 2 of War Within
“That’s more like it. Thank you. See you later.”
That was her cue to leave, yet she remained unmoved. Ignoring her, I grabbed my jacket off the back of the desk chair. I slid it on, giving my brothers a quick gesture. “Well, I’m gone for the night. I have a date.” As I sauntered past my assistant, she took a step toward me forcing me to accidentally bump into her. “Ciao.” I did not stop nor apologize.
Later that evening, I was out to dinner with a female companion. Mirabella was stunning, but she was also no one important. Often, I kept the company of elegant women on a rotation. Tonight, was no different.
I could not get my mind off the discovery at work. As we dined, her mouth moved quite a bit but not in the way I wish it had been. I paid no attention to her words as I surveyed the rooftop atmosphere.
My security was on high alert, posted around the terrace. Though, I trusted them, I always observed every minuscule movement at all times. Even the presence of a dazzling blonde among the panoramic view of the skyline from the top of a New York City hotel, could not hold my interest in the least. My watchful eyes darted around, searching for any indication I was being stalked. Several times, Emilio texted me as if he could read my mind.
“Giovanni.”
Lifting my gaze from the screen, I arched a brow, sliding my phone back inside my jacket pocket. Noticing the bottle of red wine was empty, I lifted my hand, summoning a passing server.
“No, it’s okay.” Mirabella leaned forward.
The server had already approached, but I waved him off. “Never mind, thank you.”
Bowing his head, he hurried away timidly. He was aware of my identity. Everyone here was. It was part of the reason I remained alert when in public. People like me could not hide our who we were.
“Are you okay?” Mirabella smiled politely, flashing the contrast of her perfectly whitened teeth between her plump, scarlet-red lips.
Offering a subtle, single nod. I leaned back, absorbing her appearance for the first time that evening. She was truly radiant. Though I often kept the company of other women, she was one of my favorites. She was great company, both in and out of bed. With a devilish smirk, I leaned up. Easing my plate back, I propped on my elbows, stroking my chin. “I know haven’t been exactly mentally present tonight.”
“I noticed.” She snickered uneasily. “Are you okay? I would ask what’s wrong, but I know the rule.” Though mildly annoyed, she did not press the issue.
Feigning a smile, I winked. “Work. No big deal. Are you ready to get out of here?”
“I think you’ll be more interested in your dessert.” Pinning her lip between her teeth, she leaned forward, pressing her voluptuous breasts together.
Once I paid, I took her hand in mine, guiding her to the elevator. Everything in me wanted to pin her to the wall, fucking her as we descended to the bottom floor, but my security had insisted on remaining close to my side. That did not stop me from reaching under her mid-thigh length dress as I pressed the front of my body to the back of hers. I caressed the curves of her bottom while she struggled to appear unaffected by my touch. Her legs inched apart as my finger dipped between her folds. I smirked discovering how much her wetness betrayed her attempt to conceal her desire.
Security stared ahead, only glancing back once the doors opened. Removing my hand, I patted her on the backside before entwining my wet fingers in hers. We hustled outside to the warm early-fall night. My red Lamborghini Aventador was in the valet area already, waiting between the two black Cadillac Escalades of my team.
It was impossible to concentrate driving back to my house. She took her seatbelt off, and crawled onto her knees in the passenger seat, facing me. Dragging a fingernail down my neck, she traced the shape of the wing tattoo peeking out from the collar of my shirt. “I want to take care of you.” Leaning over the center console, she flicked her tongue up the edge of my ear.
“You better finish what you’re starting.” Grip tightening on the steering wheel, I braced myself for what was to come. Mirabella never disappointed and she loved playing with me when she knew I could do nothing about it.
Hand pressing into my bicep, she squeezed. “God, I love your arms, and your sexy lips.” She ran her thumb over my bottom lip, trying to coax my head to toward her.
“You’re going to get us killed.”
“Aww, I'm sorry.” Grabbing my bulge through my pants, she stroked her palm up and down the outline of my growing shaft. “Is that better, baby?”
My mind raced as a result of her firm touch. I sped through the streets, determined to get home as quickly as I could. I needed to fuck her. Kissing my ear and neck, she moaned, intensifying her grasp on my cock through my suit.
Her hold relaxed, but only to unbuckle my belt. My pants loosened as the zipper lowered. Shifting in my seat, I grabbed her long hair, yanking her face to my lap. I could not take it anymore. I needed it.
“You’re going to have to finish what you started, and you better fucking swallow. They only made nineteen of these cars, and I don’t want cum on it.”
The sensation of her lips curled into a smile on the tip before she lowered her head, engulfing as much of my length as her throat and the angle would allow. Glancing over, I enjoyed the quick view of her ass’s reflection in the window with each passing streetlight.
Entangling my fingers in her wavy hair, I guided her down and up again, repeating the motion. Mirabella began to gag, but she did not retreat. She only picked up the pace, the suction intensifying as she massaged my balls through the fabric.
The moment the mansion gate opened, and the wheels touched the driveway, I erupted in her mouth. After swallowing every drop, she sat back in her seat, hair tousled by my hand. She wiped her lips with her thumb. A lustful grin emerged on her face.
Her car was parked in front of the house, but it was obvious she was looking for an invitation inside. Rolling my eyes, I hesitantly invited her upstairs to finish the night how I loved; controlling a woman in every way possible behind closed doors.
The instant I locked the bedroom door, my phone rang. Easing it out of my pocket, I sighed, seeing it was Emilio.
