The Don: Sebastiano (Stud Mafia #1) (21 page)

“If you kill me you,
bastardo
, your God will never forgive you. Never!” he spat at me. The fucker was so sure of himself he wasn’t even scared of me. “And I thought you had the makings for the next Don. It seems I was wrong. You are just like your mother. Weak.”

My father was wrong.

I did outwit and outsmart him.

And I won.

At the mention of my mother, I snapped and attacked him viciously with the butcher’s knife. It was as if I was possessed and someone had taken over my body and I couldn’t control myself.

Thank God, Riccardo was waiting outside the door for me. He pulled me off him and took over.

My father gave me several scars of his own to go with my original one before I ended his life. I had explained to the
famiglia
that it was the result of a freak gardening accident, which Riccardo had inflicted on me.

No one suspected me.

The
famiglia
accepted it because it was what they’d been trained to do: accept ridiculous lies to keep their delusions safe, to believe their men were good. But they knew. They just kept silent. Zio Joey knew but he was now making sure
everybody
knew.

Riccardo was the only person who witnessed me murder my father.

My father’s body rested in pieces in garbage bags at the bottom of a lake somewhere in Italy. Riccardo’s handiwork. He and Vincenzo’s father cleaned up the whole mess. If the body were ever to be discovered, there was unlikely to be enough evidence left for an ID. It happened years ago, after all.

My mother lived happily for the next decade until cancer riddled her body and I lost her to my God. But the memory of what I did to my father was forever embedded in my memory.

Every time I thought about what I did, not just the fact I killed my own father but how I did it, I felt a hot ache in my chest which would rarely subside. I had not experienced a nightmare in months, but the events of the last few days had taken their toll on my body, mind and soul.

For many nights, I had woken to the sounds of my own screams lodged in my throat.
I’m not sure why, but no matter how hard I’ve tried to understand my failure as a son, I have never found peace.

Until now.

Until Sierra.

***

SIERRA

I woke to Sebastiano’s screams. He was thrashing around on the bed like a mad man, sweat pouring off his body. He was scaring me. I didn’t know what to do, whether to touch him and wake him from his nightmare or let him go and have him ride it out in his own time.
I chose to touch him.

The instant I touched him, he woke, escaping his demonic dream. He instinctively threw me down on the bed, violently pinning my arms above my head.
I saw the moment of recognition in his eyes when he realised what he’d done, before he quickly released me.

“What the fuck are you doing? Don’t touch me when I’m like that. Shit, Sierra, when are you going to learn, I’m a dangerous man?”

My bottom lip trembled; he was scaring me even more. “I was trying to wake you so I could comfort you and help you. I want you to share your burdens with me so you’re not alone anymore. Please, don’t push me aside. I care about you; when you’re worrying about something, share it with me. Let me help you.”

He stared at me with an intense gaze. Breathing heavily, drops of perspiration from his chest fell onto my shoulders. He was trying to scare me off; perhaps he was embarrassed at me having witnessed him at a weak moment. But I knew better.
He needs me. He’ll never admit it, but I can feel it. I can feel that he cares for me.

He had a past, and it was colourful in a bad way. Yes, he was dangerous and not good for me but his presence alone made me feel like jelly. I inhaled a deep breath and he let go of me, resting his hands on either side of my head. I had no choice but to look up at him. His dark eyes were filled with pain and power.

“You want to help me, do you?” he asked. He may have been angry with me, but I could feel his growing erection against the juncture of my thighs.

“What are you doing?” I wasn’t afraid of him. He’d done everything he could to protect me and my brother since I’d been living there.

No, Sebastiano would never hurt me, but his enemies would.

“You said you wanted to help me.” He leaned in close, his breath fanning across my face. “I won’t be doing anything you don’t want, sweetness.”

I kept still and quietly waited for his next move. His lips brushed across mine and I jerked back. His face was wet with sweat, but instead of it being a turn-off, it had the opposite effect. Every time he touched me, it sent a bolt of lightning through my body. My thighs clenched, my nipples hardened; I was so attuned to this man before me.

He owned my responses. I could do nothing but give in.

“Sierra,” he whispered, “open your mouth for me.”

I did.

He pressed his lips to mine, and one of his hands fell behind my head, cupping it. I met him stroke for stroke. I pulled my hands free from my side and ran my fingers up his chest and down his arms. God, how I loved those arms.

I moaned as he smashed his lips to mine. His cock pressed onto the crotch of my lace teddy, soaking it with his pre-cum, making his arousal known. His fingers travelled inside my teddy, pushing the lace out of the way. Oh, God, I couldn’t wait for him to get to his destination. I was burning up when he deftly unhooked the clasps, grazing my clit in his travels. I gasped and couldn’t think straight. His fingers slid between my slit and he touched my clit, circling the sensitive nub.

“You ready to help me, Sierra? You think you can help me wipe all those bad fucking memories from my mind? Open your legs wider,” he ordered.

When I went to the club the other day, I noticed that most of the women there were big-breasted, not small like me. They knew the score. It killed me to know he’d slept with most of them. I shouldn’t have gone there. I wasn’t one of them. I never wanted to be his casual screw. I was different from them. He told me what we had was special that morning in the church, but he’d never said he cared for me. Never.

“Don’t think about anyone else, baby,” he said. “I only want you.” He cupped my cheek, tilting my head back.

With morning sun breaking through the windows, I could make out his naked body. He never slept with clothes. For a man his age, he had thick muscles from hours spent working out with his trainer. I’d watched him work out a few times and been amazed at his stamina. His tattoos were a huge turn-on, especially the ones on his upper thighs. I just wanted to lick them.

Smiling, I pushed him over so he was flat on the bed and I was on my knees in front of him. “You don’t need to hide your demons from me anymore. I’m not that innocent. I can handle it.”

“Baby, you need to be protected. If you’re my woman, then I want you protected all the time. What you did the other day, coming to the club, was crazy.”

“Yes, I know; so you’ve told me.” I gripped his cock with my fist and stroked the tip with my thumb. Leaning forward, I licked the tip of his cock, his salty pre-cum coating my tongue. I enclosed my entire mouth around him. He cursed, sinking his fingers into my hair as I swallowed him down.

He clamped his hand in my hair and pulled. I released his cock only to stare up at him. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” he asked. His voice was gruff, and I could tell he was barely keeping his shit together.

“I’m sucking your cock. Don’t you want me to?”

***

SEBASTIANO

I let out a series of swear words. She wanted to suck me, when all I wanted was to fuck her brains out. I stroked along her jaw, caressing her shoulders and slender neck. Her body was to die for. I knew every inch of it and had memorised every beauty spot and mole.

I loved her dark, silky hair the most. I stroked the long strands between my fingers, tightening my fist into her hair and pulling her head toward my waiting cock.

“Seeing as you want to help my situation, I suggest you keep sucking my dick.”

She obediently opened her lips again as I lined up my cock, ready to plunder her mouth. She closed her lips around my shaft and sucked me all the way in. My gaze was fixated on her; I couldn’t look away. Fuck, I loved watching her suck me off.

I held onto her hair firmly as I pumped myself into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She took all of me in. Even though I was big, she didn’t try to pull away or stop me from thrusting deeper. She kept her eyes on me the whole time, knowing I loved it. She drew me in, hypnotising me with those beautiful, brown eyes.

I knew Sierra would be special from the moment I first laid eyes on her. Never had I felt like this before. These feelings were all so new. I didn’t understand why they were happening. All I knew was she had the ability to possess every part of me, but she didn’t even realise she was doing it. These feelings terrified me at times.

I watched her take a breath when I pulled out of her mouth.

“How about you try out some new lip-gloss, sweetness. Sebastiano style.” I smeared some of my pre-cum on her swollen lips before I slid back into her mouth.

I loved how submissive she was with me. Yeah, I was a fucking kinky bastard, but I wasn’t into any bondage toys like whips or chains. Nor would I demand Sierra call me Sir or Master. I had my own little fetishes like my rosary beads, ice, scotch and now hot wax.

I pushed her off me before I could come. She was now flat on her back as I moved my hands down to her pussy.

“Why did you stop me? I wanted to keep tasting you. What’s the matter?” she asked, cupping my face. I didn’t answer her, but I sought her eyes as I slid a finger between her slick folds.

“Nothing’s the matter. Holy fuck, baby, you’re dripping wet.” Her juices were soaking my fingers. Her eyes were almost rolling back in her head from the pleasure I was giving her.

“Please, I need you,” she said. “Fuck me, Sebastiano. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

God, she had no fucking idea what it did to me when she begged like that. No idea. I removed my fingers from her slickness and tasted her arousal off every single digit. She moaned loudly. Sierra was so turned on; she bucked beneath me, gyrating her hips and trying to get closer to me. Her movements knocked the lamp off the night table, causing it to land on the floor. Glass from the Swarovski crystal lamp fragmented everywhere.

“Is everything okay in there, Boss?” Stefano asked, knocking on the door.

“Fuck off!” I yelled at him. Fucking nosy prick. No way was I letting anyone interrupt this moment.

“I heard something break. Just checking no one is trying to get in through the window,” Stefano commented, amusement in his voice.

“If you ask me another fucked-up question about hearing noises in here, I’m coming out there to slice your fucking dick off. Now fucking go away!” I yelled at Stefano.

I rubbed my cock through her wet lips and she cried out. We stared into one another’s eyes and I felt it. That feeling again. It felt so good, so right. What the hell was happening to me?

I’m a bastard, but I won’t apologise for who I am. Sierra is willing to accept me for who I am even after everything I’ve done.
She was still with me.
She hadn’t run. Not that I’d let her escape.

I pushed the tip of my cock into her pussy, and I heard her gasp. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Keep your eyes on me, baby,” I ordered.

She obeyed and I moved both my hands to her hips as I took charge and slid another inch inside her. Her eyes widened and she stared at me, holding it all in.

“Sierra, let go. Let it all out, baby. I want you to scream for me,” I said.

“I can’t,” she rasped, biting her lip. “Stefano and the others will know what we are doing.”

I threw my head back with laughter. “You think they don’t already know what we are doing, sweetness? They wouldn’t dare say a word to you. And if anyone does, I’ll kill the fucker.”

With one quick thrust, I sank inside her, buried to the hilt. I was big, but she could take it. I rotated my hips, grinding into her. Sierra screamed, her sounds echoing off the walls. I felt her tighten and pulsate around my dick. God, it felt good.

“Shit. I couldn’t help it. I had to scream. I…”

“Shhh,” I silenced her. Stroking my thumb across her bottom lip, I kissed her roughly and savagely. I couldn’t get enough of her. She whimpered and wrapped her gorgeous legs around my waist, trying to draw me in further into her. I continued to ravish her mouth, taking everything she had to offer and wanting more.

I pinched her nipples, which looked almost bigger than her entire breast with her laying flat on her back. I loved them; they were perfect for me.

“Your tits are perfect, Sierra. They are so fucking sweet and tasty,” I muttered the words as I suckled on her nipples. I squeezed her breasts, trying to fit the whole thing in my mouth.

She cried and pushed me off her, wrapping her arms around my neck. She kissed me this time. I was still buried inside her. I looked down at where we were connected. Her pussy was clenched around my cock and I could see her swollen clit waiting for me to play with it.

Licking my thumb, I stroked and circled her sensitive bud. “You belong to me, Sierra. From the day you set foot in my house and I saw you, I knew you were mine. My life has never been the fucking same since.”

“Make me come. Please, stop torturing me,” she said breathlessly.

I wasn’t ready. I wanted to make this moment last, but I was so far gone I could feel myself lose it. “In good time, baby. All good things come to those who wait, remember?” I loved teasing her and, yes, torturing her.

Slowly, I caressed and stroked her clit, feeling every ripple and pulse around my dick. She was wet and snug and I fucked her. I fucked her hard. I fucked her fast. I felt her grip and squeeze my dick and I came. She exploded around me seconds later. Her cries would have woken the dead.

After my intense orgasm, I remained buried inside her, cradling her in my arms and enjoying our afterglow. Her willingness to submit to me gave me great pleasure and helped me forget all the wrongs I had done over the years. Sierra wiped away all those memories.