The Don: Sebastiano (Stud Mafia #1) (5 page)

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

“Sorry, Boss, should we come back later?” Riccardo asked. I had completely forgotten he was even there. I was too mesmerised by the man and the scene before me.

“No need. We’re done here.” Releasing the grip he had on her hair, he pushed her upwards and off his dick. “Get the fuck out. Your job is done,” he told her. She stepped away from him, grabbed her clothes scattered across the floor and bundled them in her arms. She sauntered past us in all her naked glory without a word, but not before she gave me an evil glare.

I turned my eyes back to The Don, who had zipped his glorious cock away and tucked his shirt in. He still held onto those beads in his left hand, rubbing them through his fingers. If I hadn’t just seen him getting a blow job, I wouldn’t have known he’d had one. He looked as cool as a cucumber. No embarrassment. No awkwardness. No uneasiness whatsoever. He was completely calm and confident as his eyes raked over my body.

“You weren’t kidding, Riccardo. She’s definitely a looker,” Morassi said as he maintained his perusal of me, openly eyeing me from head to toe. “I can definitely make use of her.”

He turned his attention from me to Riccardo. “You need to go finish that fucker off, and then Lorena needs to be picked up from that spa she likes going to.”

I caught Riccardo’s nod from the corner of my eye before he left the room and closed the door on me and The Don. Holy hell. I was alone with Sebastiano Morassi.

He leaned back against his desk. His muscles were protruding from under his shirt, making it look like the fabric was going to explode any minute. “I hear you wanted a meeting with me, Ms. Winters. Well…here we are. What can I do for you?”

I forced myself not to fidget with the hem of my blouse.
What the hell was I thinking when I made that call? What am I going to say to him?

“Well…am…I…” I licked my lips nervously. “Mr. Morassi, I believe my brother has got himself into a spot of trouble. I would like to try and repay his debt to you. Perhaps I can do some office work for you, or….maybe work for you at one of your clubs?”

He smirked and pulled on his neatly-trimmed goatee. “Tell me, what can you offer me, sweetness?” he asked, eyeing me once again.

“I’m a PA. I could do paperwork, manage your meetings, any…anything like th…that.” I stumbled over my words, hoping he didn’t notice.

“I already have a very competent secretary. I don’t really need a PA. I do have the need for something else.” He paused, causing me to swallow in anticipation. I would never accept a job in one of his brothels, if that’s where his thoughts were leading. “How do you feel about being my mistress?”

What the hell? Did I hear him correctly? Did he just ask me to be his mistress?

“My wife and I have been divorced for years. As you witnessed earlier, I enjoy sex, a lot of it. I need someone at my disposal to fulfil my needs, any time of the day. Are you with me, sweetness? You are extremely appealing on the eyes. I’m sure you have what it takes under those clothes.”

“How dare you! I am not a whore!” I shouted.
How dare he insult me like that.
He may have women willing to do anything for a piece of The Don, but I am certainly not one of them.

***

SEBASTIANO

Normally, I’d throw a woman out if she shouted or screamed at me, but I was keeping this little spitfire around for a while. She could possibly turn out to be quite a lot of fun.

“Oh, come on now, Ms. Winters. Don’t be like that. You want to help your brother out, don’t you? I’m not saying you’re a whore, baby.” I moved in close to her and caressed her cheek. Smooth as silk and fucking beautiful. “If I thought that, I’d be sending you off to work in one of my brothels. Did I fucking ask you to do that? Did I?” I let my hand travel down to her neck and I could feel her pulse throbbing. She was scared of me.

“N…no, no, you didn’t.” She shrank away from my touch and whimpered.

“Shhh…don’t be scared, sweetness. I’m not going to hurt you.” Was I going to hurt her? Now, wouldn’t
that
be entertaining. “I just want to play with you a little, baby.”

Play with her? Fuck, I wanted to do more than just
play
with her. My fingers itched to stroke every inch of her, to feel her surrender beneath me. She looked so young it made my heart hurt. She was obviously legal, but at least ten or possibly even fifteen years my junior. Way too young to lose her whole life because of her brother’s stupidity. That was why I decided to keep her for my own entertainment.

I turned to her, stroking her gorgeous, black hair. It was most certainly as dark as a raven. I let it slide through my fingers. It was exquisite, beautiful, like silk. I loved a dark-haired woman. But this one…this one was a celestial being - all she needed was the halo around her stunning dark hair. I wondered if it was her natural hair colour. “So, tell me, baby, does your shag match your threads?”

“I’m sorry. W-what did you say?” she asked, licking those luscious lips again. Lips I wanted wrapped around my cock real soon.

“It’s a simple question, sweetness. Is that your natural hair colour?”

“Y-yes,” she stammered.

“Show me. Now.” She turned to flee, but I was too fast. I grabbed her and pressed her against the wall. I pulled her black lace G-string down while I shoved her skirt up and awkwardly aimed her body into the light. She thrashed and fought me. I could tell she was expecting me to throw her down and violate her in some way. But after I found the proof I needed, I covered her back up. She whimpered. “It’s okay, sweetness. I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you. You need to trust me, baby. If you trust me, then we can move forward. If you don’t trust me, then that’s when we may encounter a few problems.”

CHAPTER SIX

SIERRA

My body was shaking, not from fear but from anger. What a pig! Be his mistress and then he…he…inspects me…
down there
of all places. I’d never been so humiliated in all my life. My cheeks were burning from the shame of being exposed so roughly.

“I can’t believe you just did that. Why would you do something like that?” I asked him breathlessly.

“Because I can.” He grinned wickedly.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I could see myself doing anything this man wanted. His arrogance turned me on something fierce. My only fear was he might physically hurt me, not the fact that he might fuck me. Shit, the realisation of what I just admitted to myself made me feel sick.

“Can’t you just let me work for you? Why do I need to be your mistress? There are thousands of women out there who would jump at the chance to be your mistress, so why me?” I asked.

He smirked at me again, picking up his beads as he moved toward me. “I don’t want the thousands of other women out there. I want you, Sierra. You are what I want. Only you. No one says no to me. Do you understand, sweetness? You don’t have much choice.” He was fiddling with that necklace which I now realised were rosary beads. He placed it around my neck and the arms of the cross dangled directly on my left breast. He rubbed it over my nipple, dragging it back and forth. I gasped.

“What if I’ve got a boyfriend?” I asked him, trying to remain coherent as I felt my knees begin to buckle. I was so aroused, both from the friction of the cross and what I’d walked in on earlier.
I must be sick to be turned on by such perversion, right?

“Do I look like I give a fuck if you have one?” He was filled with confidence, so full of arrogance. I was becoming brainwashed by his words; indoctrinated by his touch and his presence. “I’m turning you on, aren’t I, baby? I can see it. I can feel it. I can smell it and I want to taste it.”

I inhaled a desperate breath. I was feeling giddy and dizzy. This moment was becoming surreal. I was standing in The Don’s house and he was playing with my breasts straight after I’d seen him receive a blow job by another woman. Oh, God, what had I gotten myself into? Paulie warned me about this exact scenario happening, but I didn’t believe him. Or did I? Had I come to Sebastiano on purpose, knowing he’d make me this kind of offer?

“You are
perfetto,
just perfect. I must say, though,” he paused as he fondled my breast through my shirt, “I do prefer my women more endowed in this department.” Great, I was already conscious of my B-cup breasts; he didn’t have to rub it in. “However, in saying that, I’m thinking they might be the perfect size. I’m also betting I could fit the entire globe into my mouth.”

Holy shit, I was completely speechless. Never had I been affected by any man like this before. But Sebastiano Morassi was not just
any man
. I’d seen enough movies about crime families and read enough about Sebastiano to know that answering back and talking could get you killed.

I was fiercely attracted to him. He was probably the one person who could save my brother and keep me from having to watch every dollar I made so I could pay off my father’s funeral and my mother’s rehab fees.

“So,” he said as he undid the buttons on my blouse, “do we have an agreement?”

Do I say yes?
Thinking of myself as Sebastiano’s mistress was becoming more appealing by the minute, yet at the same time, so demeaning. What if he
does
hurt me? I wasn’t sure I could fight someone so overwhelming, seductive and experienced. For a start, he was a great deal older than me, a grown, mature man, whereas my last boyfriend—my
only
boyfriend—was a mere boy in comparison to Sebastiano.

Paulie is going to go through the roof when he hears about what I’ve done
. I should’ve been kicking, screaming and fighting him; instead, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Drawn to someone so dangerous, someone who was my captor but also my saviour. For now, I was going to dismiss the captor part and latch onto the saviour part.

Sebastiano pulled my breast free from my bra and leaned down to take my nipple into his mouth. I didn’t even fight him. I wanted his mouth on me. The first thing I felt was the rasp of his goatee against my tender flesh. He latched onto my nipple, suckling it hard, and stopping to lick and blow on it every now and then. He was teasing the other bud with the cross of the rosary beads. Oh, God, the sensations I was experiencing were like no other, and it was just my breasts.

I wanted to touch him. I unconsciously lifted a shaking hand to his cheek as he sucked me. His mouth closed over my breast and he flicked at the nipple with his tongue. Delicately tracing his scar and stroking the outline of his neatly-trimmed goatee, I lingered on the short hair above his upper lip as he suckled me. It was a chaste yet erotic caress but in an instant, I felt his cock harden against my belly. I pushed his head down and guided it toward my other breast, and he bit my nipple. I squirmed against him, causing me to grind myself into his rock-hard cock. He chuckled, all the while lifting my skirt, casting aside my G-string. He located my throbbing clit and rubbed his thumb over it once…twice. He didn’t even get to flick over it a third time. I came right there and then on his thumb.

He straightened himself, pulled my blouse closed and stuck his thumb in his mouth, licking off my juices.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

***

SEBASTIANO

Sierra Winters was mine.

Jesus, she was even more fucking beautiful after an orgasm. I’d always been a sucker for big tits on my women, heavy breasts so I could grab onto them and squeeze them hard, bury my face in them and slide my cock between them and fuck their tits. But with Sierra, I could nearly fit the entire breast in my mouth. Ahh…fuck, that turned me on.
Next time I play with her tits, I’m going to put the whole globe in my mouth and suck it all like a vacuum.
Never had I been able to fit a woman’s tit in my mouth. It was fucking hot. What was even hotter was that Sierra wanted me.

She’d been in denial at first, but after one touch, I had her moaning, panting and arching herself into me, pushing her small tits into my mouth. She was a sensual woman, and her pussy was so wet for me I could have taken her there and then. She would have let me, too, but I didn’t. I had plans for Sierra Winters. Plans which were causing me a great deal of anticipation.

“Just so you understand, Sierra, you are exclusively mine. I don’t share, and no one touches what is mine,” I demanded of her. “From your reaction just now, I believe you enjoy my touch and I turn you on.” She blushed. “I’m going to teach you things you’ve never dreamt of doing with a man, sweetness. You want that?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good. Now, I need to warn you: you cannot change your mind. You change your mind and that little brother of yours is as good as dead. Don’t even think of running. There are servants and bodyguards everywhere in the house. Don’t take that as hope; they will not help you. The phone goes through to a switchboard, and the operators won’t help you, either. If you seek help, they will report it directly to me and I will personally punish you.”

I placed my hand on the back of her neck and she flinched. She was still scared of me, but I wasn’t intending to hurt her. Instead, I massaged the tight muscles in her neck. I wanted to keep touching her, to comfort her. In spite of everything her brother had done, she wanted my hands on her.

“I can’t let you go, and I won’t be able to resist taking you. If you obey me and give me what I want, I’ll be good to you if you let me. Are you going to let me, sweetness?”

“I’ve never belonged to anyone before, and I have to be honest, Mr Morassi, you—”

“Sebastiano,” I growled at her. “Fuck, woman, I just made you come with the flick of a finger, and you call me Mr. Morassi? You address me by my name, you got that?”

CHAPTER SEVEN

SIERRA

Each time my name rolled off his tongue, it was as if a piece of my will broke off from me and floated away. I wanted to argue with him about
belonging
to him, but knew it wasn’t the way to get him to spare my brother. I nodded, not wanting to cause any more problems or make him angry. I let it slide, for now.