Falling for the Mafia Boss

Chapter Nine

Mia POV

We drive in silence for a good while before Enzo hands me his phone that’s already on Spotify. “Here pick something to listen to.” His deminer is so calm, as if nothing crazy happened moments ago.

I don’t pick anything though; I just sit there in shock clutching his phone like a life line. “Are you guys’ part of a gang Enzo?” I finally find the courage to ask. I think its deeper than just a gang, I think they work for the Mafia. Dad was in the mafia heavily when he was Donnie’s age. Although I didn’t know Enzo’s father, Dad always painted him to be a badass mobster. Maybe these two are following in their fathers’ shoes.

Enzo refuses to look at me, he just grips the steering wheel harder and stares at the road. “I’m taking you back to my place. You can have my room for the night. It’s too late to wake up ma.” He says after a few seconds. I want to push the subject, but its clear that he doesn’t want to talk about it. I click on the first playlist I see and set his phone back into his lap.

He pulls into his parking garage and parks in the same spot as last time. He turns off the car and climbs out. Opening my door, he ushers for me to get out of the car. In my numb state of shock at seeing someone die for the first time in my life, I don’t even notice him taking me by the hand and walking me to the elevator. I just remember standing in the elevator as it lifted us to our destination, my hand in his, while he rubbed my knuckles soothingly with his thumb.

He opens his door and pulls me inside. He locks the door behind us and tosses his keys into the same dish as last time like a creature of habit. He runs his fingers through his hair and looks at me. “I warned you about him.” He says.

“Did Marco kill him?” I ask, but my question is rhetorical. I watched his bloody brains protrude from his skull. I watched Marco squeeze the trigger like it was nothing. He took that man’s life and not once flinched.

Enzo nods his head tightly. Clearly not wanting to answer me, but knows I wont stop asking him until he confirms what I saw.

“Why?”

He looks confused at my question, like I should know the answer to that. Like this is something normal for him. “Because he touched you after he was told twice to stay away from you. Once by Donnie and then second by me.” His fingers brush through his hair again. “He tried to force himself on you while his friend recorded it. He was a cafone (loser) who deserved to die.” He adds. He turns from me and stomps towards his bedroom.

“Are you part of the mafia Lorenzo?” I call out. Begging in my mind for him to tell me no. I don’t want that life for Donnie, or him, for me. There was a reason my father got out when he did, to protect his family.

He doesn’t answer me just walks into his bedroom and slams the door. The courage from the alcohol fuels my actions again and I barge into his room behind him. He’s standing at the end of his bed with his shirt off already. He looks over his shoulder with a pained expression on his face. The muscles in his back flex with his movement. “I’m not going to answer your question Mia, so please drop it. Someone like you should be protected from the world we live in.” His voice is low almost as if a whisper.

“What does that even mean? Someone like me?” I mumble almost inaudible as I examine his sexy physique. His entire back is tattooed with a rosery hanging on a cross. Words trail down his back. I’m almost compelled to read the entire scripture that flows down his body. His muscles are carved into his skin like an art piece from a museum. He is every woman’s fantasy.

I find myself walking toward him and when he notices he turns around to face me. A pang deep within my belly pinches with a need for him when I see his washboard abs. Something pulls me closer to him, like a magnet attracted to a piece of steel. I’m standing right in front of him now, only inches away from him. The tattoo on his chest reads Genovese, his family name. I trace the letters with my finger as I practically drool over his defined shoulders and pecks. His muscles tense and twitch underneath my touch.

He brushes his knuckles over my cheek, his touch making my skin tingle. “Someone like you, who is innocent. Someone who has a bright future and no secrets to hide. Someone who is as beautiful as-“

I don’t let him finish his sentence, I stand on my tippy-toes and kiss him. As soon as my lips touch his I become ravenous for him and deepen our kiss, but he pulls away from me with a stunned expression. He was not expecting me to kiss him I can see it in his surprised eyes. His irises study my face, and then linger on my mouth. “Mi fai impazzire” (you drive me crazy)

I bite my lip, understanding what he confessed, causing his eyes to darken like an animal who has caught their prey. He brings his hand up to my face and caresses my cheek. His thumb pulls my lip from my teeth “Maybe you do have secrets.” Before I can answer, his lips are back on mine.

He kisses me slow at first. Each time we part our lips he only pushes his tongue in long enough to tease mine and then pulls it back out. I wrap my arms around his neck tugging him closer to me. When I grind my body into his he deepens our kiss. He feels so good - everything about him turns me on. The way he kisses me, the warmth of his body on mine, the smell of his cologne. The need for him to be closer to me drives me insane.

I grab the bottom hem of my dress and pull it over my head throwing it onto his floor, revealing my black lace underwear. His eyes rake down my body and he smiles when he finds the rose tattoo on the bottom of my sternum in between my breasts. “Your f*****g sexy, Mia.” He breaths out almost a whisper. His voice is low and tickles parts of me that I never imagined could be touched by a voice.

I crawl backwards onto his bed spreading my knees in an inviting way. “Mi fai impazzire Lorenzo” (you drive me crazy, Lorenzo) I repeat back to him.

He grabs me by the thighs stopping me from spreading my legs any further. Enzo unzips the zipper on my boots and pulls off each of them slowly. He trails kisses up my thigh and to my belly as he crawls up my body. I hum with pleasure when he squeezes my breast over my laced bra. Coming up, he kisses me again and lays his warm body on top of mine, blanketing me in all of him. His hand explores my skin slowly, touching my breasts, sides, and stomach.

He reaches behind me and loosens my bra, slowly pulling it from me. He dips his head down taking one of my n*****s into him mouth. “Mmmm Amore (love).” I moan and arch my back. He slides both his arms around me, setting up, and pullng me up onto my knees over his lap. I grind my hips on him as he continues to kiss and lick my skin. His mouth captures mine in a hungry kiss and I can’t wait any longer. I am on the edge of extasy without even feeling what I want to feel most. Him inside me.

I scoot off his lap and lay back, pulling my panties off slowly as he watches me. With him sitting on his knees in front of me I do the same and bend down running my tongue down his stomach to the edge of his pants. I unbuckle his belt and then unzip his dress pants.

When I push his pants down his hips, his thick hand grabs me by the nape of the neck and pulls me up to kiss him again. I moan when our tongues meet once more.

Pushing me back onto the bed he pulls his pants off and then hovers over me. He grabs me by the back of my knees and forces my legs up, entering me in one swift motion. I cry out at the sudden fullness as his c**k fills me completely, stretching me in ways I have never been stretched before.

Lorenzo slows his pace and releases my legs letting them fall to his sides. He kisses me, muffling my moans.

“Your so wet for me.” He whispers when he peers down at me a sexy smirk on his face. I run my hands up his ribs, over his chest, up to his solid shoulders. I lock my fingers together over his neck and grind my body with each thrust, taking all of him. His width strokes every right place inside of me. His movements are unhurried almost as if he is savoring every thrust. He brings me to my first climax this way, slow and gentle. The first time I have ever orgasmed with a man.

When he feels my body relax around him, he pulls out of me. “Flip over.” He demands and guides my body with his strong hands, flipping me onto my belly. He yanks my hips into the air, reaching down and pushing my knees together. He smacks my ass hard causing a whimper to escape my lips. I feel the warm wetness of his tongue on my pink slit and I’m in complete dismay. He laps at me, tasting the c*m he drew from my body moments earlier.

I almost cry when his tongue leaves my p***y, but he does not abandon me for long. He pushes his c**k into me slowly, pulling it out even slower. He teases me this way over and over until I cannot take it anymore. “Please f**k me harder.” My whimper is needy, and by the sound of his husky chuckle, his goal was to make me beg. He slams into me, plunging his entire length deep within my body. He pumps his shaft in and out of me roughly as he smacks my ass every other thrust. I call out his name each time he spanks me. He pounds into me like a jack hammer, not giving me a break between orgasms.

His hand grips my throat again. He pulls me up and flush to him, my back to his stomach. He guides me by the hand placed firmly on my throat having me meet him thrust for thrust. When he runs his tongue down my neck, I lose it for the fourth time. Stars dance behind my eyelids and every nerve in my body bursts. “Oh f**k Lorenzo.” I whimper, my legs shaking from exhaustion. He pulls out of me and taking himself in his hand from beneath my ass and stroking himself until he reaches his release all over my belly.

I lean up against his chest panting. His fingers brush my cheek, coaxing me to look his way. When I do, he kisses me again, intimately. “Come, let me clean you up.” he whispers into my ear and lures me into the bathroom.

We shower together, another first for me. He runs his hands over every inch of my body, kissing my skin each chance that he gets. He worships my body and reminds me often how beautiful he thinks I am. It doesn’t stop there. After we dry off, he takes me back to his bed and makes me c*m again with just his hands. By the time he is satisfied with touching me, I am completely spent and ready for sleep to consume me.