*Alberto’s POV*
I finally pulled myself together and chugged the now cool coffee before getting up. I walked into the bathroom and jumped inside the shower quickly. I looked down at my erection and sighed.
“Maybe tonight, bud.” I mumbled before grabbing some of my Dior shower gel and scrubbing my body with it.
Before I knew it, I was drying myself with a towel. I set the towel over my shoulders as I grabbed my toothbrush, squeezing the minty toothpaste over it. I quickly brushed my teeth and wiped my mouth with the hand towel on the cabinet. After flossing and using my mouthwash, I hung my towel and headed back into my bedroom.
As soon as I looked up, my eyes grew wide in shock.
“Padrino!” Isa gasped as her eyes grew wide.
Fūck! I wasn’t expecting her to return. “Isa.” I groaned, hiding my cōck with both hands before turning around. “Can you give me a moment?”
“Hai bisogno che mi giri?” (Italian for “Do you need me to turn around?”) She asked me, making me turn my face to the side.
I saw her eyes roam my back slowly. I totally felt like she was eye fūcking me, but that can’t be. “Can you?” I gulped as she laughed, covering her eyes with her fingers. “Girati, Isadora.” (Italian for “Turn around, Isadora.”) I told her, closing my eyes to control my growing erection yet again. And I had just gotten it under control.
“Guastafeste.” (Italian for “Party pooper.”) She muttered before turning around. I swear if she doesn’t stop her teasing, I don’t know if I will be able to hold back. I mean, I don’t think she means it as a tease, but that’s how my fūcking cōck is taking it.
I quickly walked towards the drawers and pulled on my black Calvin Klein boxers. As I was walking towards the closet, she started talking.
“So…” Isa’s voice came over my shoulder, making me jump.
“Fūck.” I hissed, making her laugh.
“I didn’t think you were such a…” She said, making me face her. I glared in warning as she pursed her lips. “Jumpy person.” She finished with a smile.
“Why did you come back?” I asked her as I turned towards the closet again, grabbing my black trousers and putting them on.
“Papa.” She sighed. “He left for the warehouse and said to tell you to meet him there.”
“Okay.” I replied as I grabbed my black dress shirt. “Was that all?” I asked, buttoning my shirt quickly.
“Actually, no.” She said, smiling widely. “I need a ride.”
“Where’s your car, Isa?” I asked her with brows furrowed. I know for a fact that her father wouldn’t have her carless.
“I let Mattias borrow it.” She whispered as her hands reached forward to finish buttoning my shirt. I tried to swallow, but my throat had gotten so fūcking dry from her proximity. I couldn’t even think straight.
“Why?” I practically moaned before clearing my throat. ‘She is just buttoning your shirt, Alberto. Get it together.’ I chastised myself.
“He needed to get to his dealer and—” She was saying, making me clench my jaw.
“You’re joking, right?” I asked, making her smile.
“He needed to meet up with some friends.” She giggled as she placed her hands flat against my chest. “And he didn’t have his Porsche here.”
I can’t even bear to talk about the fūcker. I already hate him so much.
“Where do you need a ride to?” I asked her, walking out of the closet and making her sigh. I couldn’t have her hands on me any longer. My pants were tight as fūck again.
“To the warehouse, of course.” She replied, batting her eyes. I squinted my eyes at her, waiting for her to explain herself. “Must you know everything?” She asked, rolling her eyes.
My hand instinctively reached for her neck, squeezing lightly as I brought her face towards me. The dominant alpha in me had slightly taken over.
“Watch your mouth, young lady.” I muttered as I watched her bite her bottom lip.
“Si, Padrino.” She replied as she rubbed her legs together, almost making me loose it again. Fūck, this was dangerous.
*Isadora’s POV*
Let’s just say that when I set my eyes on something, I don’t stop until I get it. The problem this time was that he wasn’t like the others. He was my padrino and that complicated shīt so fūcking much. But if I must be honest, it turned me on even more. It didn’t matter how complicated it was though. I was going to make it happen. I’m a Blanco and we always get what we want.
That’s why I came back into his room. I needed an excuse to see him again. When we kissed, I immediately knew that I would be able to get him in my bed sooner than I had anticipated. And boy did I want him to fūck me and tame me so fūcking bad.
I don’t know if he feels attracted to me like I feel with him, but I will make it happen. No one has ever resisted my charms and I had a plan in place to make him mine. I have been thinking about my seduction plan since my eighteenth birthday. I expected him to visit that year, but he didn’t show up, making me angry at him for some time.
“Si, Padrino.” I replied to him when he went all dominant on me. Honestly, I came a little. And that was just from him showing his dominance. The fūcking moment he touches me where I wanted, I’m sure I’ll be his personal cūm machine. And no, I would not mind him making me feel good that many times.
I grabbed the hand he had placed around my neck and gently squeezed it. If he didn’t let go of me now, I would rip his pants off to see his very large cōck again. I didn’t want to seem desperate though. I wanted him, but I wanted to tease him first and make him lose his mind. That’s how I always have them eating out of my hands. But again, he is different.
I have a feeling that he will be able to satisfy my every desire and fantasy.
He finally released his hold on my neck, rubbing his fingers gently over the hand print that I’m sure he left behind. “I’m sorry, angel.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I tend to lose my temper quite easily.”
“I understand.” I smiled as I leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. He gulped, pulling away quickly. “I will change really quickly and meet you in the car.” I told him before walking off.
“You never told me why you wanted to go to the warehouse.” He shouted after me, making me stop.
‘Right. Because that was a bullshīt excuse to get closer to you.’ I thought to myself before smiling at him. “Nothing. I have been having trouble with my handgun and needed to pick up a new one.” I said innocently. Yes, I am the best at playing the innocent little girl card. That’s what has gotten me out of so many punishments with my dad. Which, by the way, could never find out that I want to sleep with his best friend. He would probably go crazy. He really killed one of my guy friends that he caught thrusting into me in our movie theater. Poor guy. Dad didn’t even let him cūm before blowing his brains out.
I had to be careful with my Padrino though. I wouldn’t want dad to hurt him too. Not that he wouldn’t put up a fight. Padrino and dad are equally as powerful.
What’s crazy is that I thought seeing him again would take my little desire away, but no, it really did get worse. I hadn’t seen him physically for years, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t seen his pictures. He is a hot icon in Miami and is photographed often. That and the pictures dad had taken with him throughout the years. That’s why I was so pissed that he had missed so many birthdays and never visited. My only birthday wish this year was to have him balls deep inside of me. And I was going to make sure that my birthday wish came true.
He didn’t respond to me, so I just walked out of his room and made the walk to mine. As soon as I entered my room, I ran to the closet, picking out the sexiest outfit I could find. I wanted to break him. Break him to the point of losing all self control and giving me what I want.
I grabbed the high-waisted skinny jeans and see-through, lace body suit before throwing it on myself. I grabbed the white strappy heels before putting on my gold Rolex, hoops, and Italian chain necklace set. I put on a little foundation, mascara, and red lipstick before turning to the mirror. I looked at myself in it, feeling satisfied instantly with my look, per usual.
‘Try to keep your hands off me now, Padrino.’ I thought to myself as I grabbed my purse and phone before leaving the room.
*Alberto’s POV* I was leaning against my Maserati, scrolling through my phone, when I heard the clicking sound of heels. I was nervous just looking up. My angel was my fūcking weakness and I knew I would be lost with just one look. “Sono pronto per il mio viaggio, Padrino.” (Italian for “I am ready for my ride, Padrino.”) She said in a soft voice that instantly made me hard. Did a reverse viagra exist because, damn it, I needed it. “Isa.” I groaned as my eyes trailed from her feet to her head slowly. I don’t know if she fūcking noticed, but at this point, I didn’t give a shīt. If I had been good at keeping my hands away, at least I could let my eyes feast on the goddess in front of me. “Are you okay, Padrino?” She asked gently as she popped her bubble gum inches from my ear, making me gulp. I knew looking at her would make me lose it and I was right. “Certamente.” (Italian for “Of course.”) I said, clearing my throat before I turned to open the passenger door. “No chauffeur?” Sh
*Alberto’s POV* “Isa.” I gapped out. “You can’t be serious. That’s for—” “Adults? Slūts?” She asked, making me swallow hard as her face inched closer to mine. “Because if it’s the latter, I love being treated like a slūt.” She didn’t just say that. Fūck. I can’t keep listening to this. This has to be another one of my wet dreams. There is no way that she could be any more perfect and fūcking dangerous. I grabbed the door handle, pushed the door open and jumped out as if the car were on fire. As soon as I got out of the car, I walked around it to find Francisco and several of his men already outside. “Fratello!” (Italian for “Brother!”) Francisco shouted from the entrance of the warehouse. “Ci hai messo abbastanza tempo.” (Italian for “It took you long enough.”) He chuckled as he walked over and put his arm over my shoulder while he puffed on his cigar. “I had a hard morning.” I mumbled. If he only knew how hard. “But I am here, am I not?” I asked sarcastically, making him p
*Alberto’s POV* “Don’t fūcking test my patience.” I muttered in her ear, tempted to bite it gently. The hand that was not gripping on to her neck, was inching to wrap around her. Was it bad that I could imagine myself ripping her tight lace top off, right here and then, so I could feel her perky tīts? “What happens if I test your patience, Padrino?” She asked, making me gulp. “Will you spank me?” She asked as she sucked on her bottom lip. That could mean so many things, but fūck did I want to spank her in a non-reprimanding kind of way. “Isa!” Someone called before the doorknob jiggled. I released her in a heartbeat, grabbing the nearest gun and pulling away, so it would look like an innocent encounter. Isa turned around and sighed. “What are you doing here, Mattias?” She asked as I saw from my peripheral side the asšhole approach her. I gritted my teeth to not rip the asšhole up when he wrapped his arms around my angel. I pretended to grab a few things as I listened to the
*Isadora’s POV* I have been wet since I saw him leaning against his Maserati. Fūck, he is the finest man I have ever laid eyes on. That’s why I was livid when that bītch touched what was mine. He doesn’t know it yet, but he will be mine. I glanced over to find his leg bouncing up and down like he was nervous or something. “What are you thinking about, Padrino?” I asked him in a seductive voice. What? Can you blame me for putting all my cards on the table when it came to him? I wanted him in my bed pronto. “Nothing.” He mumbled, making me laugh wholeheartedly. “I’m beginning to wonder if something is wrong with your head.” He told me as his leg stopped bouncing. I quickly switched hands to place my left hand on the steering wheel as I placed my right hand on his thigh. “Usually women are the ones that insist that nothing is wrong and they aren’t thinking about anything when, in fact, something is wrong and their mind is going a million miles a second.” “Well, I am really not th
*Alberto’s POV* I couldn’t believe that she had gotten tipsy from a few glasses of wine, but I assumed it was because she wasn’t used to drinking. I knew instantly that I wasn’t going to let her drive like that. I meant to grab my keys from her pocket, but when my hands wrapped around her waist, I couldn’t help but feel turned on. I grabbed the keys, but left my hands on her waist. I didn’t want to let her go yet. I guided her to the Maserati, quickly helping her in, but she pulled me down with her. I was inches from her warm pūssy with my hard cōck. Inches from checking if I made her wet like how she made me hard. Then she fūcking said she wanted another nickname as her hands pulled my hair gently. Here I was thinking she would say something innocent, but no. She had to say something to make my cōck grow further with how naughty her mouth was. Then our lips, being so close, was another factor that was driving me to the brink of thrusting forward and claiming those beautiful lips a
*Alberto’s POV* I walked in between the trees as Isa guided me through the forest. It felt like forever later that I started hearing water. “Is there a hidden lake here or something?” I asked her as I adjusted her on my back. “Something like that.” She replied as her hand wrapped around my jaw, forcing me to look at her. I looked up at her intensely, feeling the urge to bite her lip. “You can let me go now.” She whispered as she inched closer to my lips. “Unless you want me to continue riding you.” “I definitely want you riding me, but in a different way than how you have been.” I replied, bending down so she could put her feet down. She quickly climbed off and was about to walk away when I grabbed her by her hair, pulling her to my chest. Her asš immediately rubbed against my front, making me rub it against her. “I know what you are doing.” I told her. The whole walk here, I had been trying to ignore the signs, but I’m not fūcking stupīd. I just wanted to act stupīd so that I
*Alberto’s POV* I was pulling away, but she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me back to her lips as her tongue darted forward. I sucked on her tongue, making her moan against my mouth. My hands moved down her body until they reached her asš, squeezing her cheeks tightly. I know I said that I didn’t do the whole kissing thing, but my angel was my angel. She could get whatever the fūck she wanted. How many times had I dreamed and jacked off to her body? Yet here I was finally exploring her perfect little body. I smacked her asš hard, making her moan again. I was so ready to fūck every hole in her fūcking body. One of my hands released her asš, moving up to her hair, forcing her tongue and lips off me when I pulled her hair back. Her eyes fluttered open, making me groan at the sight. She was asking for me to release my beast with the way she was looking at me. “Turn around, place your hands on the tree, and bend over.” I told her, as she immediately did as she was told. “C
*Alberto’s POV* I only stopped fūcking her mouth when I felt my bālls tighten. I pulled my cōck out of her warm mouth as I watched the strings of spit in awe. “Such a pretty slūt.” I told her as I caressed her cheek. She looked up at me through her lashes, making me groan. “Alberto.” She whispered before my thumb caressed her bottom lip. “Dimmi.” (Italian for “Tell me.”) I replied, desperate to hear her silky voice again. “Lascia che ti tocchi.” (Italian for “Let me touch you.”) She said, making me bend over slightly so our faces could be inches apart. “There will be time for that later.” I replied, making her smile. I know I said that this would be a one time thing, but I can’t help myself now. She’s fūcking mine for life. “Get up.” I commanded, helping her up on her feet. “We came to get in the water, did we not?” I asked her, making her laugh. “Not really.” She said innocently. “Oh so it was all a set up to get in my pants?” I asked her with an amused smile as my hand fu