*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?” She asked right before leaning over to climb into the car, making me rub my hard-on against her fat asš.
I was so fūcking tempted to force her to continue rubbing her asš on my junk, but I had to remember where I was and who she was.
She looked over her shoulder, making her look even more like an angel. Yet it also made me imagine her on all fours begging me to take her from behind. I shook my head like a madman, causing her to furrow her brows. “What did you ask me?” I asked her, trying to focus on something else.
“The chauffeur. Do you need one or were you going to drive?” She asked me again. Right.
“I don’t need one.” I rolled my eyes at her. “I only use them to and from the airports or when I need to take care of serious business.”
“When you are going to kill, you mean?” She asked, leaning back on my chest, making me choke on air. Yes, on fūcking air because my mouth was dry as fūck.
“You’re too young to talk about that.” I muttered as I motioned for her to get in already. She rolled her eyes at me, making me grab her by her neck. “Non dimenticare chi sono.” (Italian for “Don’t forget who I am.”) I hissed in her ear before releasing her. The whimpering sound she made only caused me to ruin my fūcking boxers. I had to look down to make sure my cūm didn’t seep through the pants.
“Oh, thank God.” I muttered to myself when I noticed I was still good.
She got into the car and I closed the door after her. I felt like punching something because of losing fūcking control again. She just really knows how to test my patience and make me hard, unknowingly.
“At least we are alone and get to catch up.” Isa said as soon as I got in the driver’s seat. “You know after years of avoiding me.”
“I wasn’t—” I was saying when I stopped myself. I’m a man that always speaks it how it is, but did I really want her to know it was true? She would have so many questions afterwards that I would end up confessing my sick obsession. She would hate me and I couldn’t have that. “That’s not true.” I concluded, glancing at her sideways.
I put the car in drive as she mumbled. “What was that, Isa?” I asked, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up .
“I said that it wasn’t what it seemed like.” She said louder, making me sigh.
“You wouldn’t understand, my angel.” I said, releasing her chin and focusing on the drive.
“Why do you call me your angel, Padrino?” She asked as her hand reached for my thigh, leaving it there. I almost cām again from the feeling. I’m going to have to handle my cōck today without a doubt. It’s been several hours of blue balls and that hurts like a bītch. Not to mention, lightly cūmming from a little rub on my cōck and a whimper? Come on now.
“Because you are. The moment your mom placed you in my arms, I knew you were always going to be my angel. We were all so young when they had you, but I promised your dad to always be there for you, no matter what happened. I think that’s why those two crazy fools picked a nineteen year old to be the godfather of their newborn.” I replied, trying not to concentrate on how perfect this felt. Her hand on me as we had a casual conversation. I had to ignore the feeling in my heart because I knew it could never be.
“That doesn’t make me an angel, Padrino.” She whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder. Her hand caressed up my leg, inches away from brushing against my cōck before she lifted it to my arm. “I’m far from it.”
“Far from it?” I asked, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. Between her proximity, touch, warm breath against my ear, and her words, my cōck was throbbing.
“Yes, but unless you are changing careers to become a priest, I can’t tell you.” She giggled softly. My foot pressed on the accelerator as I drove down the road, swerving between cars. I had a feeling that I didn’t want to know why she thinks she is far from an angel. Or I did want to know. I just shouldn’t for my sanity.
“So, do you have any girlfriends?” She asked me after some time of silence.
“I don’t date.” I replied through clenched teeth. Not because I didn’t want to answer her questions, but because I was seconds away from forcing her on my dīck. Damn it. I didn’t fūcking remember the warehouses being this far.
“Oh, I see I got that from you then.” She giggled, making my grip on the steering wheel tighten.
“Don’t say that. Surely you have dated.” I said, begging to whoever was listening up there that she hadn’t dated. Yeah, I’m a selfish fūcker.
“I can’t date. No one can give me what I like for it to be worth settling down for.” She said, smiling at me.
“Which is?” I asked quickly. I was fūcking curious. I couldn’t help it.
“A dom-sub relationship.” She replied just as I had parked in front of the warehouse. Wait a fūcking minute. Did she say a dom-sub relationship?
*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
*Alberto’s POV* This was really fūcking happening. I could feel her warm pūssy choking my cōck like there was no tomorrow. I looked down at our connected bodies and almost cām on the spot at how fūcking perfect it was. She was fūcking made for me. That was for sure. I released one of her asš cheeks, caressing her back slowly. I don’t even recognize myself right now. I could be fūcking her, but here I was touching her instead. My hands explored on their own accord, feeling every inch of her perfect little body. A perfect little body that I will destroy in no time. ‘No, Alberto. This is your angel.’ I told myself as I tried to push the beast back, but then my angel spoke and I fūcking lost it. “Fūck me, Daddy.” She moaned, trying to ride me, but I just dug my nails further, forcing her to stop. “You don’t want that, Angel.” I hissed, releasing one of her cheeks and pulling her hair back as I thrusted forward, ever so slowly. “Yes, I want you to fūck me real good, Alberto.” Sh