The Don: Sebastiano (Stud Mafia #1) (27 page)

I moved and sat down on the bed, careful not to hurt her already aching body. As I lay down beside her, she turned toward me as best she could without causing herself any pain.

“You are in so much trouble if that nurse catches you in here like this,” she giggled. “She will go crazy.” God, it was good to hear her laugh.

“Let her fucking try, I don’t give a fuck,” I growled. “I could have lost you, sweetness. All I want to do is hold you. I have to touch you.”

I breathed her in. Closing my eyes, I savoured her smell, her touch, her voice and her taste. Kissing her gently on her lips and her bruised cheeks, I realised I couldn’t live without her.
She was mine.

“Sierra, we need to talk, baby. I came here today with the intention to give you the option of leaving, but I can’t do it. I want you to stay with me. I can’t promise you it is going to be all rosy, but I need you. I
do
care for you; that I know for sure. In light of the events that happened in the last couple of days, I’d understand if you wanted to go but I can’t let you. I won’t allow it.”

She pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me.

“That is enough for me. I don’t think I can live without you either, Sebastiano.”

God, that was exactly what I needed to hear. I moved in closer to her and held her tighter, mindful not to hurt her. I closed my eyes and I prayed. Prayed she could forgive me of the sins I had committed and the sins I still intended to commit.

Kissing the top of her head, I closed my eyes. The last twenty-hour hours had been a nightmare. With Lorena killing Teresa and Sierra being held hostage by Antonio, I couldn’t imagine going through anything like that again. Yet both the women in my life had come out stronger.

Lorena’s courage and strength astounded me. She truly was my Mafia Princess.

Sierra amazed me. After what she went through with her ordeal with Antonio, she seemed to be doing fine and like Lorena, she would only come out stronger.

I fell asleep holding Sierra in my arms. No one could ever force me to move from the comfort of her arms, not even that ‘pain in the arse’ nurse.

I am the fucking Don. Just let her try to kick me out.
 

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

SIERRA

I woke still feeling slightly sore from my experience with Antonio and his men. That unfortunate day was well over a month ago. I was also sore in all the right places, for all the right reasons from my night of passion with Sebastiano the previous night. I had been given the all-clear from the doctor to resume normal activities. I wasn’t so sure that what Sebastiano and I had done would be classified as ‘normal’, though.

He made sure he made up for lost time, and he pulled out all the stops. He still wore his rosary beads around his neck. I felt my face warm and a hot flush creep all over my body when I thought about the things he’d done with his rosary beads.

I stretched and opened my eyes, fully awake. Sebastiano was sitting up beside me, legs extended, checking his phone. I wiggled closer to him and slid my hand beneath the blanket, finding his leg and coursing my hand up the length of it. My gaze was focused on him. I was watching and waiting for him to react. Without a word, he slowly turned his head toward me, cocked a brow, and gave me a faint smile. God, how I loved him. He radiated pure sex appeal.

I grinned and mumbled a faint, “Good morning.”

He put down his phone and lowered himself to face me, pulling me to him.

“Hey, sweetness, did you sleep well? I wasn’t too rough last night, was I?”

I giggled. “No way, I loved every second of it.”

“Is that right?” he growled. “Maybe we can spend the rest of the day right here in bed, experimenting with some new toys and perhaps some familiar ones,” he suggested, toying with his rosary beads.

“Mmm…I like that idea, but I’ve got a therapy session with Lorena and then we are having lunch.” I smiled broadly, not wanting him to think I didn’t want to spend an entire day in bed with him. There was nothing more I’d rather be doing, but I had to attend therapy. It was time to face my demons.

“Baby, I’m so proud you’re doing this together with Lorena. You know you can tell the therapist anything. Remember, he’s
famiglia
,” he reassured me.

That was the one thing that worried me, how much information I could share with the therapist. If I shared too much, would I get people I loved in trouble? Sebastiano telling me it was okay to share information was such a relief.

“Oh, and I met with Ronnie yesterday at the club and she asked when you’d be back at work.”

I rolled my eyes and moved away from him, sitting up.

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked Ronnie?”

“I do like Ronnie. It’s that bitch who keeps coming into the club and claiming you as hers. That same bitch who had your dick in her mouth the day I arrived.”

That
troia
was better known as Sylvia. God, I hated that woman. She was always giving me daggers. I knew I shouldn’t be jealous, but I was. Sylvia was average-looking but she had breasts to die for. After seeing her at church that morning, she took it upon herself to make my life a misery by frequenting the club when I was there and trying to stake a claim on Sebastiano. He was oblivious to the whole thing, but she had it bad for him, and that terrified me. Sylvia was a bitch and I wanted her gone.

Sebastiano reached for me. “Baby, she’s nothing but a two-bit whore. She’s harmless.”

I jerked out of his reach as fear gripped me. I was consumed with paranoid thoughts, questioning whether Sebastiano had sex with Sylvia while I was recovering. A wave of nausea overcame me. I knew I was jumping to conclusions and it was my recent trauma that was making me feel this way. I took several deep breaths, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. When it passed, I turned to look at him.

“No, she’s not. She wants you, Sebastiano, and she makes my life awkward every time I set foot in the club.” I was so distraught, that tears filled my eyes.
God, why did I have to cry all the time?

Sebastiano reached under my chin and tilted my head to look at him. He held my gaze, searching my eyes as if looking for some hidden truth, and then he pressed his lips to mine, kissing me slowly, softly.

“Baby, I know what you’re thinking. I have not touched her. I never will. I never have. She only ever gave me a blow job, that one time.” I cringed at the memory. “I have no desire for another woman and no reason to stray. You are all I need, sweetness,” he whispered against my lips.

I pulled back and looked at him. “Really?”

“Hell, yes,” he grinned. “I only need you, Sierra. Listen, baby, I’ll call Ronnie and let her know Sylvia is making you feel uncomfortable. Trust me, Ronnie will deal with it.”

Tears sprang to my eyes and spilled down my face. “Thank you.” My lips trembled as I spoke. “I don’t want to cause you any more trouble. I’ve done enough already.”

“Sweetness, please don’t cry,” he said, wiping my tears away. “You are just emotional right now. You’ve been through a trauma. You’re now part of a life like no other, a mafia life. It will always create some sort of havoc or distress in your life.”

I smiled weakly and nodded. “I know, and I am ready to take that all on. I am, as long as I am with you.”

“That’s my girl. You are one tough woman, Sierra. My woman,” he said, reaching for his phone.

“Wait.” I tugged at his arm. “What are you going to tell Ronnie about me returning to work? I’m not so sure I’m ready to go back there yet,” I confessed to him. I kept having vivid memories of Antonio being at the club, laughing and taunting me.

“Ronnie will have to deal with whatever decision you make. You go back when you are ready, baby, and until then, you can work from home.” He once again pulled me into his arms, one hand wrapped around my back and the other holding the back of my head. “You’re my first priority, sweetness; you and Lorena, no one else. Both of you have a lot to work through. So, fuck the club and fuck Ronnie.”

My breath caught in my throat. It amazed me how he knew exactly what to say, as if he could read my mind and into my heart. He knew me so well. He could sense my insecurities and my jealousy, which is why I loved him so much.

“I love you.” I whispered the words ever so softly, not yet wanting him to hear my declaration, but he did. I know he did. He heard me because the instant the words left my mouth, I felt him freeze.

He gave me no response.

No words of love were uttered back.

Nothing.

***

SEBASTIANO

Fear overtook my body.
She loves me. What the fuck? I can’t deal with this shit right now. Love? What the hell is it, anyway?
I stared at her but it was like looking through a piece of clear glass. I was looking at her but looking right past her, blocking her out. Yet nothing could block the arousal her words stirred in my loins. Finally, I spoke, but I was quite gruff, almost angry.

“Get out of bed now. I need to fuck you.”
I may not be capable of loving her but I can show her.
I pulled her out of the bed and dragged her to the bathroom.

I quickly started the shower. We had only showered together a handful of times, and each time had been highly erotic. Based on the way she responded when I kissed her, I had no doubts this time would be just like all the others. She closed her eyes and leaned into me. I loved her feminine scent.

I explored her mouth and thrust my cock against her to emphasize my need for her, glad we were finally able to have sex I craved so much. As long as I was gentle with her, there was no need for me to have to rub one out in the shower anymore. That was exactly what I’d been doing the last month.

She moaned and I kissed her harder. My lips left hers and trailed kisses down her neck while my hand made its way between her legs. My finger pushed on her clit, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her. That same finger slid into her, and she bucked against my hand in a demand for more. I wanted her to enjoy every second, so I worked my fingers in and out of her while my thumb circled her clit. She pulled my face back and kissed me with a vengeance, biting my lips and sucking on my tongue. Fuck, she was a hellcat.

I pushed her against the wall, raising her leg to give me better access. She bucked her hips against me. She was insatiable, and all I wanted was to give her and show her pleasure. I had the burning desire to have constant sex with Sierra, bringing her to endless orgasms. I couldn’t get enough of her. The way she responded to my kisses, my caresses, my fingers and my cock was making me want her with fierce intent. She loved it and I thrived on her insatiability.

She grasped my arms and dug her nails into my biceps as her orgasm ripped her apart from the inside out. She screamed, bucked and writhed. As always, I was in tune with her body. My fingers were relentless, drawing out her orgasm, prolonging the extreme pleasure only I could give her. “Sebastiano,” she panted my name and shivered.

“Fuck, sweetness, you drive me crazy when you say my name like that.” My voice was muffled against her throat. The pleasure I was creating made her eyes roll back into her head, and she was powerless to do anything except melt into my arms. I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my mouth.

“Delicious,” I said, licking her juices off my fingers. “I want you to taste yourself, baby. You know how much that turns me on when you do that, don’t you, baby?”

I dipped my fingers into her wet channel once again, coating them with her cream before pulling them out, offering her parted lips a taste. I rubbed her lips with some of her own juices.

“Taste it, baby, it is so sweet.”

She was hesitant at first, but she obediently parted her lips and sucked my finger into her mouth, slurping and licking them clean. I had done this with her before but she’d never been this enthusiastic. It was so erotic seeing her lick her pussy juice that I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.

I replaced my finger with my mouth, kissing her with a frenzied desperation, tasting her sweet essence coming off her own tongue. I reached between our bodies, and she sucked in a breath when I pressed my cock against her opening. I nipped at her bottom lip, and she leaned forward to meet me. I had to be inside her fast before I lost control completely. With one hard thrust, I entered her. She moaned loudly.

“God, you feel so hard and so big. It’s so thick,” she whimpered.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Wrap your legs around me.” She secured her legs around my waist and I held her by her arse, pinning her against the shower wall.

“Oh, yes,” she said breathlessly.

With controlled movements, I began slowly thrusting—in and out, until just the head of my dick remained tucked into her folds. I repeated the movement until she was begging for mercy.

“Fuck, sweetness, I just can’t get enough of you.” I crushed my mouth over hers and kissed her hard as I increased my thrusts. “Baby, you feel so fucking good gripping my cock like that.”

“Oh, yes!” she screamed. “I’m gonna—”

“Come for me, Sierra,” I demanded. “I want to feel you go wild and come all over my cock.”

The back of her head hit the shower wall with a thud. She groaned but I knew it was from pleasure not pain. She bit down on her bottom lip so hard I could have sworn she broke the skin

“Ah…ah…fuck!” she screamed as a second orgasm crashed over her. I felt her muscles constrict around my cock, pulsating with her orgasm. I continued to fuck her, wanting my release. I could feel my cock swelling and stretching her. By the time she reached her third orgasm, I’d spilt my hot seed deep into her pussy.

“Holy fuck,” I shuddered. “I will never get enough of you, Sierra. Never.” I kissed her softly as I eased out of her with gentleness.

“Oh, Sebastiano. I lov—”

I let her go like a hot potato.
Hell, I don’t want to hear her utter those words again.
I stormed out of the shower, dripping wet.

Yeah, I was a fucking bastard, leaving her like that.
She can’t love me. Does she not recall the things I’ve done? She witnessed what I did to Antonio and his men. How could she love me after that?