LOGINCellie’s povDemetrio’s gaze was heavy on mine, the magnetic weight of it reaching into my soul and pulling at it.“You want me as don?” He rumbled into the crackling silence and right into my hammering heart.“Yes.” I whispered, every part of me meaning it. I was feeling awfully submissive and I wanted him to command my willing desire. I needed to be consumed by him. Only he could relieve me from the burdens of my anxiety. Only him.Even when he’s responsible for ninety percent of it.Demetrio’s other hand cupped my face and his thumb ran across my lips. “I want you to suck on it like you did last time.”I made zero hesitation and took the thumb in my mouth, loving as his nostrils flared, his eyes intent on me.“If we’re going to do this, you will obey my every command. You will not challenge me or refuse me.”I audibly swallowed, understanding the gravity of my request. If I wanted him to fuck me as the don of Cosa Nostra and not Demetrio DeLeon, I needed to treat him as that. I’d h
Cellie’s povSeeing Demetrio in his element might just be the hottest thing ever. The man was a freaking sex god even when he was doing non sexual related things.Like sitting in a business meeting, listening solemnly to whatever Dominic was saying.I reached for my cup of coffee on the center table of Demetrio’s second living room. Coffee that was still very much full even after fixing it ten minutes ago. I pretended to read the thriller novel in my hand, all the while stealing furtive glances out the window at the meeting happening on the terrace below. The window provided ample coverage that allowed me to ogle to my fill.Santino was the one talking now but I barely registered it, my focus on my stepbrother turned passionate lover and soon to be heartbreaker. Demetrio leaned forward on the table, propping an elbow on his armrest, making his thick biceps bunch effortlessly under his dark blue beach shirt. His index finger curled over his lips, his expression serious and thoughtful.
Demetrio’s povAll plans to have lunch with Cellie and maybe a good fuck time blew to the wind the moment my father texted a cryptic singular sentence.Come to the mansion.Well, that was fast. It was fascinating how quickly words traveled. I hadn’t even gotten home from The Orion but the news had somehow reached the old don.Something dark filled me. It looked like the Irish boss was more hurt than I thought.“Take me to the mansion.” I instructed the driver, spending the rest of the drive preparing myself for the nagging I was sure to get.I really wasn’t in the mood.The great double doors of my father’s mansion opened to the foreboding expression of Antonio. I recognized the look, it was one he always had whenever I got into trouble and was about to get whooped by my father. It was so very familiar that it made me viscerally remember the emotions that went through me in those situations.Fear, dread and alarm.I chuckled within my chest as I reminisced the childhood dilemmas.“The
Demetrio’s povThere were different grades to the meetings of two or more made men. The lowest was for harmless negotiation, and right above it was for long term alliances or bonds. These were the two positive reasons made men gathered together, at least positive on their own ends. Benefits like profit, connections, security and peace were guaranteed more than half the time and the parties involved didn’t need to worry about a crossfire happening out of the blue.Not always anyway. With made men, there was no telling. Anything could go wrong in the blink of an eye.However, my meeting with Aidan McKell was far from these lowest grades. The grade was far above the bottom layer, surpassing the positive scale. I was not meeting the Irish boss for a friendly chat about business propositions or profitable unions.I wasn’t meeting him to bear good news. No, I was here to disappoint him, to shake the alliance we had. This grade bordered on the dangerous scale, the scale of disagreements not
Cellie’s povNino went from pissed at my many minutes of bathroom break to concerned at the crumpled look I knew I had. I ignored him, even when he asked me what the problem was, my legs practiCellie wheeling back to the party.I didn’t want to speak to anyone, much less him. He was a man, a made man for that matter, he’d never understand what I felt at the moment. He would never empathize with the messy, heartbreaking feeling the encounter with Valentina had left me with. Men like him didn’t do feelings and knowing this fact was what cracked at my ribcage and compressed my heart.Made men didn’t do feelings but Demetrio did with Valentina. I felt sick, which was a bad thing because I was heading farther away from the bathroom.“Did something happen?” Nino asked again as he kept up with my fast pace, trailing closely behind me.Groaning inwardly, I said through clenched teeth. “No, Nino. Stop asking.” I wasn’t about to let him know that I’d just gotten gagged by Valentina. I’d rather
Cellie’s povI could see why Club Nova was one of the best.It was insane.The people, the music, the atmosphere… everything brought out a vibe that forced you to forget all things and get down to party.Getting into the club had been a bit of a process even with our exclusive pass and Diana had been a little miffed but it had given me the opposite effect. These days, tight security was my comfort.My nerves had been a mess… until I’d walked into the neon-lighted building and my mouth fell open.I’d thought the hexagon shaped exterior of the building was impressive but I was in no way prepared for the interior. Massive disco balls hung from a dome shaped ceiling, adding sparkle effects to the equally massive space. There were uniquely formed booths everywhere but they were designed in such a way that gave a lot of dancing space for the lit club goers. Or maybe that was just because the place was huge.The place had a Garden of Eden theme to it, with huge, wild pot plants and glowy wat







