Repaying the Mafia’s Dept

Massimo

I walk into the hall and see her.

I was right. She looks at home in here. The same way Ma’s paintings look like they belong.

Emelia is so engrossed in her painting that she doesn’t hear me walk in.

My mother was the same. She’d get lost in her work. I’d seen examples of Emelia’s work when I looked through the boxes the other day, but watching her create something live is another thing.

She has a large canvas set up on the easel. On it she’s painted a stormy sea against the darkness of night, and a midnight black horse with vapid wings riding the water. It’s a dark fantasy.

She gazes out momentarily to the sea outside. Against the night it moves in shadows, looking nothing like her painting. But that’s what she sees, what she still sees as she continues to gaze out the archway.

My gaze travels over her body as her little dress rides up her ass, and I think of all the ways I took her last night. I could have kept going, but I wiped her out. I left her bed this morning in a state of conflict and must have watched her sleep for a full hour before I got up and came in here to sort the place out. I had the idea the other day, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to share this piece of me yet.

Now that I see her in here, I’m glad I have.

I stop paces away. She oblivious to my presence. I don’t like that because anyone could sneak up on her. Not that it’s likely to happen here.

“There’s a horse in the water?” I say as calmly as possible, but she jumps, startled, and turns to face me, clutching her chest. I don’t know how, but she looks more beautiful today than when I left her this morning.

“Didn’t mean to frighten you,” I say.

“You’re home,” she breathes.

“I’m home. See, you don’t have to wonder where I am. Came straight home from work.” That’s a little white lie, but she doesn’t need to know details like that.

I was with Tristan and Andreas, questioning a few people who we knew had links to Vlad. Out of the five we questioned, one lived, but I’m sure he’s very close to the verge of death. That happens when you’re left to bleed out. All five were the worst kind of sick fucks anybody could come across. Right when we happened upon them, they’d kidnapped a young girl who I was sure could be no more than sixteen, and I know they were all getting ready to rape her. Pierbo’s death aside, that was enough for me to end them.

“You came straight home,” the beauty repeats, pulling me from my thoughts. I focus my attention on her because I’m having a repeat of last night.

“I did.”

“Thank you,” she says. I know she’s not talking about me coming home. She’s talking about what I did in here for her.

It’s completely out of character for me.

“For coming straight home?” I ask. That smile I wanted to see appears on her face. The smile just for me.

“No, not for coming straight home. For this. I didn’t know my art stuff came too. This is perfect.”

Here is where I should crush that lightness in her presence toward me. I should place her back in line and stop her in her tracks from feeling for me. But I decided I don’t want us to be that way. Taking her last night was exhilarating because she gave herself to me and allowed me to do what I wanted to her body. Tonight, I want to fuck her hard, the way I like to fuck. That won’t work if she’s scared of me.

I move closer to her, and she sets the paintbrush down.

“Perfect enough for you to see to paint?” I ask, and she nods. “Is that what you see outside?” Ma used to talk like that.

“I do. I see this stuff all the time. It just presents itself in my mind. Sometimes I think I can touch it.”

“Black Pegasus rising from the waters.” There’s a spot that she hasn’t finished, but she’s started painting an orange glow on the water’s surface. “What happens next, Princesca?” I ask, placing emphasis on Princesca. She was only half right about what she said last night. About me calling her that when I was mad at her.

She tenses at the word, and the smile recedes from her face. I catch her face before that pretty little mind of hers starts wondering.

“I like calling you that. That’s all. I’m not mad.”

“I’m not a Princesca though.”

I chuckle. “You are mine. Now answer the question.” I motion back to the painting and release her.

“It’s a portal in the sea. The horse is going back to the land it came from. Beyond the portal is a reflection of this world. Mirror images of itself.”

I gaze back, fascinated by what I hear. “That’s impressive.”

“Thank you. Your mother’s paintings are beautiful.”

“Glad you like them.”

“My mother was an artist too. That’s where I got it from. We used to paint together all the time.”

“You’re very talented.”

“Thanks.” She looks like she appreciates the compliment.

Enough talk now though. I need to taste her. “Come here,” I say. She steps closer, coming to me willingly, like an obedient servant.

I brush my finger over her cheek, and as we stare at each other, the air thickens with desire.

Pressing my mouth to hers, I kiss her, and she kisses me back. She opens her mouth, letting our tongues tease and tangle as we taste each other.

She knows what I want. So, she doesn’t stop me when I lift the hem of her dress and cup her pussy through the satin of her panties.

The doors are open, but few venture down here. I’ve waited all day to have her. Now that I’m with her, I’m going to have her right here. I don’t care who’s listening. If they hear us, it’s warning enough to stay the fuck away.

I deepen the kiss and slip my hands into her hair to pull it from the ponytail. I like her hair down. I want to run my fingers through the velvet strands while I fuck her.

I devour her mouth when she tilts her head back and the band slips from my grasp. Her luscious mane of locks tumbles down her shoulders, pouring over my fingers like liquid silk. I love it, the same way I love the feel of her willowy body in my hands. Fragile and delicate but tempting with the dip of her curves and the mounds of her breasts.

I manage to move the little fabric away from the crotch of her panties so I can finger her pussy. She jolts, gripping my shirt. She moans against my lips, and a shudder of pleasure runs through her when I slide my fingers deeper into her passage. Her pussy walls convulse, and she pants, her lips now trembling.

Pulling my fingers from her juicy cunt, I pause my assault on her lips to taste her wet desire. The sweet nectar covers my fingers, evidence of her arousal for me. Surprise tickles her cheeks pink when I place my fingers in my mouth and lick off every drop.

“You want me again…” I state.

She looks at me like she doesn’t know what to say. I get it. After all, we both have the same problem. We’re supposed to be forbidden. This isn’t supposed to be enjoyable, but here we both are, craving each other like a rare exotic dish.

I smile at her, and the beauty does the strangest thing. She slides her finger up my jaw and traces my lips. I allow her to, wondering what she’s doing.

“What?”

“A smile that’s not mocking me,” she whispers. Her voice quivers. As I look at her, I know she doesn’t deserve any of this.

She doesn’t deserve to be with a man like me who’s full of hate and death. I shouldn’t have caged her like a wild bird. She deserves to be free.

I take her fingers and kiss the tips. The beginning of a smile lifts the corners of her pretty mouth. When seduction fills her eyes, though, the urge to be inside her comes rushing back.

I lean close to her ear and whisper against it, dirty words I know will curl her toes. “Is your pussy still sore, Princess?” I mutter

I chuckle as a flush runs down her neck.

“I’m okay,” she replies.

“I’ve been hard for you all day, Emelia. I want to fuck you properly. Hard, just the way I like it. Can you handle my cock?” It’s time to take this to the next level and train her to please me.

My lips are close to hers now, and the sparkle in her eyes is a tell that she more than wants me to take her. More importantly, she’ll allow me to do whatever I want to do to her.

“I can handle it,” she says, confirming my thoughts.

Good… this is good. The only good thing about this day.

“Take your clothes off.” I like watching her.

“The door’s open, Massimo. What if someone comes in here, or hears us?”

“If they want to live, they’ll leave quickly.” I’m serious as fuck, and she knows it. She also knows I don’t like repeating myself.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

She pulls off her dress, leaving just the bra and panties. Her beautiful breasts spill out when she takes off her bra. She steps out of her panties and becomes the naked goddess of pure perfection standing before me.

I take off my jacket and unbutton my shirt, shrugging out of it and pushing it to the floor. Her eyes take me in when I undo my belt and pants and push them down my legs. I reach for her with one hand and my cock with the other.

Holding her close, I drive my cock inside her tight pussy. She gasps, reaching for my shoulders. She holds on so tight her nails dig into my skin, digging into my skin so sharp I know they’re going to leave a mark. I don’t care though. I love pain sometimes. Especially when accompanied by pleasure. She’ll learn that too when we explore some of my darker tastes.

She’s so tight it hurts again. It’s almost like I wasn’t inside her last night. The look on her face is a mix of pleasure and pain too. I know I must be hurting her, but she’s taking it.

I pull out slightly then plunge back in, deeper this time. She cries out loud, throwing her head back, arching her back. The sight of her makes my cock harder. The sounds she makes turn my greed for her insatiable. That look in her eyes fills me with selfish desire. I start to fuck her hard. Hard and fast, just the way I wanted to last night. I held back then. Right now, I wouldn’t be able to even if I wanted to. I want her so damn much it physically hurts. I want to take everything from her.

We both groan and moan as the sounds of wild sex fill the room. There’s no way that anyone passing nearby won’t hear us. I imagine people would hear us even if they weren’t near because of the way sound travels down the corridor.

Fuck, she feels too good. Her walls tighten deliciously around my cock as a wave of orgasm claims her. That feels fucking good too. I’m not about to allow it to make me lose control though. I want more.

Deciding just that, I pull out of her again in the height of pleasure and pick her up. She wraps her arms around my neck.

“Hold on tight, Princesca. You’re about to have the ride of your life,” I tell her with a wink and impale her on my dick at the same time.

Her slick, wet pussy is hot as fuck. It fills me with hunger. I move us to the wall, knocking over the potted plant. It clatters to the floor, breaking.

Pushing her right up against the wall, I plan to devour every piece of her. Fingers dig deeper into my skin. Her cries become louder. Pleasure and pain combust into a one delicious cocktail as I start rutting into her body at a furious speed, angling her so I can keep my promise of fucking her properly.

When I’m done with her, she won’t be able to walk, and she won’t forget tonight. As long as she lives, she won’t forget this moment. Never, because I won’t.

Again, I don’t care that she’s Emelia Balesteri. In a few weeks, she’ll be Emelia D’Agostino. All mine, in every law of the land and in the eyes of the great beholder when we take our vows in front of the priest.

The walls of her pussy throb, squeezing my dick like a glove, too tight. She feels too good. And as much as I want to continue, I know when I’ve reached my limit.

One last cry from her gorgeous mouth, and the arch of her tits in my face has me blowing my load inside her. Fuck, my damn knees buckle. The pleasure is so intense I almost fucking fall over.

She milks the cum from my dick and takes it all, leaving me drained. Drained yet still wanting more.