“Tell her I said that unless she wants me paying a visit to her bank, she’ll let you handle her investments.”
“Will do,” I chuckled, knowing Ma had enough sense to recognize the threat and agree.
Chapter 4
Sienna~
What was another benefit to living in a nice neighborhood? I could leave my windows open, sit out on my balcony, and just enjoy the outdoors while never leaving my apartment.
The only thing lacking was my own washer and dryer. While the apartment had a basement storage and wash area, it was still a pain in the ass to have to lug my laundry down to the laundry room. Still, I supposed it was better than having to lug it all the way to one of the city’s laundromats.
A modern apartment building with ten stories, eight apartments per floor, and a nice mailbox lobby, the laundry room was the only amenity in the building if you didn’t count the storage lockers. Every apartment had the same two-bedroom, one Jack-and-Jill bathroom layout, with a kitchen, living room, and small balcony. Nothing fancy, but nice, neat, clean, and safe.
There was a nearby park about two blocks away and there were some days when I could hear children’s laughter over the traffic when I was sitting outside on my balcony. Tonight, however, there were only the sounds of traffic fighting with the sound of my sister’s voice on the phone.
“You gotta give the man points for determination,” Verona said. “I mean, it’s been over two months that he’s been asking you out, hasn’t it?” After catching up on all things Verona, we had switched topics to my sad, quiet, little life.
“Something like that,” I grumbled. “It’s almost as if…I don’t know, Ver.” I shrugged my shoulders even though she couldn’t see me. “Maybe he’s never been told no before.”
“Well, from the little bit of social media stalking I did after you told me he had asked you out, the man’s not bad-looking, Sienna,” she remarked. “Maybe he hasn’t been.”
“But it’s so tacky, Verona,” I grimaced. “How can it be okay to walk around there with no thought to how many women in the building you’ve slept with?”
“Lots of people have detached sex, Sie,” she replied.
I choked out a laugh. “That doesn’t sound even remotely satisfying,” I countered. “Who in the hell wants to have detached sex?”
Verona laughed softly over the phone. “I don’t mean he’s detached during sex. I just meant it’s possible for a person to have sex with someone else and feel disconnected about it afterwards. If there aren’t any feelings besides lust involved, then what’s there to feel afterwards?”
“Maybe I’m just not a sexual trailblazer,” I joked. “I like to feel something for the guy I’m sleeping with.”
“I agree,” she said. “But we’re also women. We view sex differently than men do. Hell, we view everything differently than men do.”
“Then how are all those women able to work together while knowing they’ve all slept with the same guy?” I asked.
“Because believe it or not, Sie, some women just want to get laid, too,” she replied. “Though, I agree with you about caring something for the person I’m with, there are a lot of women who can just enjoy the act of sex for what it is. It’s how some people can justify having affairs. They can separate the sex they’re having with a stranger from the love they have for their spouse. It’s still wrong but that’s how they’re able to sleep at night.”
“So, basically, you’re talking about chemistry, raw and unbridled,” I surmised.
Verona whined over the phone. “God, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had raw and unbridled sex?”
“Uh, no,” I rushed out. “And I really don’t want to.”
She laughed. “You’re supposed to be sympathetic to my plight, you jerk. Not abandon me in my time of need.”
“You can’t ship Mila off to Curtis’ parents for the weekend and seduce him stupid?” Curtis’s parents lived two towns over from where Verona and Curtis lived, so while they didn’t have at-will babysitters, they weren’t so far away they couldn’t take Mila for the weekend.
“I could, but sadly, I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten how to seduce anyone, including my husband,” she joked.
“You’re not making a very strong argument for marriage, Ver,” I chuckled. “Like, not at all.”
Her voice became all wispy and warm when she said, “Ah, but the tradeoff are those nights when that warm body holds you after having a hard day. Those quiet nights when Curtis is just holding me is everything, Sienna.”
My heart jumped in my chest at her words. I didn’t have that. While I’ve had a few boyfriends over the years, there was never anything serious enough that it made the entire world fade away after a bad day.
Having to work my ass off to get through nursing school, I hadn’t had a lot of time for serious. I’d been getting my life together and cementing a solid future for myself during those early years. Then once I’d landed my first job, it’d been such a hectic hands-on education in health care that I still hadn’t had time for anything serious. Casual was all I’d been capable of and that’s all it’s been until recently. Taking care of Aunt Cecilia and relocating to Morgan City had been just one more thing to add to the list of things I’d had to make time for. And now that I finally had some downtime, I still didn’t have serious.
But I was hoping to.
Switching back to the topic at hand, I said, “I just don’t want this thing with Ryan to become too awkward, you know?”
“Is it making you uncomfortable?” she asked, her voice touched with seriousness.
“No,” I answered honestly. “I guess I’m just hoping it doesn’t get to that point. I’m hoping he gives up soon as to avoid that possibility.”
“Well, hopefully, it won’t come to that,” she said encouragingly. “Besides, not to be a dick, if he is open with his affections, it won’t be long before another nurse catches his eye.”
I cringed at that. “Somehow I don’t think the man’s been celibate for these past two months while he’s been asking me out, and that’s another thing,” I said. “Herpes is incurable.”
Verona barked out a laugh. “That it is, dear sister.”
Laughing with her, I finally let her off the hook. “Well, I’m going to let you go and plot ways to seduce that husband of yours.”
“Awe, Sienna, I miss you,” she cooed. “I really do.”
“I miss you, too, Verona.” And I really did. “I’ll see about visiting you guys soon.”
“I’d really love that.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Okay. Love you, bye.”
“Love you, too.”
Hanging up, the realization of how much I missed her settled in my chest. We’d always been close growing up and we’d gotten closer after our parents had abandoned us. And we were still close, even with all the miles that separated us. There were times I thought about moving back, so I could see Mila grow up, but I wanted my life to be my own. I didn’t want to live for my sister and her family. I wanted to have my own life and my own family one day.
As for Ryan, I wasn’t at the concerned stage yet. He’s taken every rejection in stride and maybe the fact that he did have a lot of women at his disposal was the reason why. Maybe, with me, it was just all about the chase and he’d get tired soon.
Abandoning my balcony for a shower, I headed back into my apartment, making sure everything was locked up tight, and headed towards my bedroom. Just because I lived in a nice neighborhood didn’t mean I haven’t seen my fair share of horror movies.
Or the news.
Bad things happened in nice neighborhood all the time and I wasn’t looking to be a topic for the evening news. I took my safety seriously and I made sure to always lock everything up before calling it a night or getting into the shower. The last thing I wanted to do was fight off an intruder naked as the day I was born.
Grabbing a pair of underwear and my worn LA Kings hockey sleep shirt
, I headed to the bathroom. One of the nice things about my apartment was that the Jack-and-Jill bathroom was large enough to have a separate shower from the tub. If I ever got into a relationship serious enough to shower at each other’s homes, my boyfriend could shower while I relaxed in the tub, and I liked that idea.
Turning on the water, I made sure it was hot enough to relax every tense muscle in my body because I had a lot of them. Tomorrow was my first day off and I was hoping to start it out nice, relaxed, and lazy as hell.
Letting the water cascade down my body, I closed my eyes and took a deep end-of-the-day breath. As much as I loved my job, I wasn’t lying when I told Ryan only the insane signed up for what we did.
But crazy or not, this was my life and I loved it.
Chapter 5
Leonardo~
“That’s it, baby,” I grunted, pleasure licking every nerve in my body. “Suck that dick like a good girl. Show me how good you swallow cock.” But staring down at her, she wasn’t sucking my cock so much as I was fucking her face with it, but was she complaining?
No.
Her hands pressed up against my thighs, my hands fisting handfuls of her blonde hair, Sienna looked like a fucking goddess on her knees in front of me. I haven’t seen her in over four days, and I was due. Sure, there were hundreds of other women willing to get my dick wet, but I didn’t want any of them.
I wanted Sienna.
Only Sienna.
A little over a month ago, I saw her parked on the side of the road, ready to change a flat tire on her car. Since I didn’t get down like that, I had pulled up behind her and had offered to change it for her. At first, she had protested, not wanting to inconvenience me, but after making it clear that there was no way I was going to allow her to change her own tire, she’d given up her protests and had let me change it.
And because I was a red-blooded man with a pair of working eyes, I hadn’t missed how she had the perfect shade of blonde hair that complimented her delicate face perfectly. Big brown eyes that reminded you of fucking Bambi, she pulled that protective instinct out in you. Wearing non-descriptive hospital scrubs, I couldn’t make out much of her body, but she still had curves in all the right places, even if they were subtle. With big chocolate eyes, a dainty up-turned nose, rosy cheeks, and a pair of full, luscious lips, Sienna Conti was simply lovely.
The kicker had come when, after I had changed her tire and we had shaken hands, I had introduced myself as Leonardo Benetti and the woman hadn’t batted an eyelash. She had shaken my hand, her smile still firmly in place, and had introduced herself as Sienna Conti. Her lack of reaction had told me one of two things; she was either new to Morgan City or living on the nice side of town had shielded her from the underbelly of the city she lived in.
Sienna had agreed to dinner and it was then that I had discovered that she’d moved to Morgan City last year to care for her dying aunt. I had also learned that she worked as a nurse, and though we did send a lot of business to our local hospitals, Sienna had been too busy getting settled in her new life to have heard about the Benettis in Morgan City.
It had been a refreshing feeling to be out on a date with a woman who had no clue who I was.
We had spent dinner getting to know each other and I had let her do most of the talking. I had wanted to learn everything I could about her, glossing over the details of my life. It was more important I learn what she was about, rather than the other way around.
Dinner had been pleasant enough that Sienna had invited me back to her place, and after twenty minutes of small talk, I’d had her legs spread wide for my cock. Not giving a damn that she was letting me fuck her the first night, I had unloaded three times that night before she had tapped out. Suspecting that it’d been a while since she’d gotten laid, I had granted her the reprieve, but I had made it clear I wasn’t done with her, and we’ve been seeing each other ever since.
Even if she still didn’t know who I was.
There was also the fact that Sienna wasn’t big on romance, something I quickly learned after I had tried to take her to dinner a second time. Working as a nurse and with her schedule the way it was, Sienna preferred to relax at home, rather than go out all the time. And with romance not high on her list of things to partake in, she was usually down for a hot, dirty fuck. We didn’t get to see each other often, so she didn’t want to waste the time we did have together with trivial pleasantries.
When I showed up at her front door tonight, she’d been dressed for bed already and I hadn’t been in her apartment five seconds before I had her on her knees, my dick in her mouth. Fully clothed compared to her over-sized nightshirt, she looked like her sole purpose in life was to service my dick, and fuck, did she look beautiful doing it.
“You look so perfect with my cock in your mouth,” I hissed, looking down at her. She moaned around my thickness and I knew she was probably soaked through her panties.
In five weeks, we’ve only met up about six times, always falling on the rotation of her days off, but each time has ended up with us in bed together. So, by now, I was tuned into what made her wet and ready. Sienna liked dirty talk and she liked sucking cock. Sucking my dick and swallowing my load always had her ready and begging for it.
Soon, I could feel that familiar sensation building behind my balls telling me I was ready to explode down her throat. “Baby, I’m going to cum,” I warned her. “I need you to swallow every drop, Sienna.” Working her tongue over that sensitive ridge just below the head of my dick and with her hand tugging at the base, soon, ropes of thick cum were shooting down her throat. My hands pulled her hair tight, and it wasn’t until she started to gag that I let up.
When I pulled my dick out of her mouth, her lips were swollen with use, tears stained her cheeks, and there was a drop of cum escaping from the corner of her mouth.
She looked fucking magnificent.
I hauled her to her feet, and using my thumb, I pushed that little dribble of cum back in her mouth. “I said every drop, Sienna.” Her eyes flared with filthy need and I quickly ordered her to the room. “Go present yourself to me.” I watched as she practically raced to her bedroom knowing that she was going to be waiting for me on her bed, naked, her legs spread for me.
This was the only part I hated about our arrangement. I didn’t send her off to her bedroom because I got off on treating her like my whore. Though she played the part to perfection, I didn’t like the disconnect of having to go to her versus carrying her into the bedroom. However, it couldn’t be helped.
I couldn’t let her see my guns yet.
Every Benetti, save Frankie, Robbie, and Remy, were always strapped. We never went anywhere without at least one gun, usually two. And because I was always in a suit, Sienna thought I was your average businessman, since that’s what I had led her to believe. Though I hadn’t outright lied to her, I hadn’t corrected her assumption that I was some CEO, which, I guess, technically, I kind of was. Benetti men were always dressed for business. No sweats or t-shirt unless we were in the comforts of our own homes and possibly done for the night. We always looked ready, but that’s because we always were.
Luca expected nothing less.
I also always made sure to redress after Sienna was passed out. She’s never questioned it or asked to undress me. Sienna let me lead and I didn’t think she overly cared who undressed whom as long as I kept making her cum.
Removing my jacket, my guns, and the rest of my clothes, I laid them out on the couch, ready for me in case I needed to rush out of here. It hasn’t happened so far, but I never knew when my phone would go off with an emergency.
I also didn’t have a problem walking around naked. As a Benetti, I was required, along with every Benetti Family member, to stay in shape. Even the retired soldiers and Capos were required to remain in good shape, aside the normal ravages of age. There were no lazy, overweight Benetti members and Luca expected us to set the example. And while I wasn’t tatted from head to toe like Luca was, I had my fair s
hare of tattoos, mostly hidden since I was the business face of the Benetti Organization.
I also had a thick, eight-inch dick that I wasn’t embarrassed by, either.
Walking into Sienna’s bedroom, she was exactly where she was expected to be. On her bed, gloriously naked, her legs closed until I crossed the threshold.
As soon as I was one foot in the room, the beautiful goddess on the bed let her knees drop back and she was me showing the prettiest pussy I’ve ever eaten or fucked.
When we first started fucking, she’d been completely waxed, but when I had mentioned I wanted to bury my nose in her curls, she had started letting her pussy hair grow out. And now she had nice, neat little triangle over that tasty clit of hers. I got the best of both worlds that way. I got to sniff her scent collected in those blonde curls, but I also got an unobstructed path to her smooth cunt and wet folds.
Getting on the bed, I crawled up far enough to have that pussy right in line with my face. Sienna knew this was coming. She knew I loved eating pussy, hers specifically.
With my hands holding her thighs wide open, my tongue made a slow, deliberate swipe from her soaked cunthole to her swollen clit. Sienna really did get off on sucking cock and it was something I planned on taking advantage of for a long time.
Her hands fisted in my hair and she let out a low moan. “Leo…”
I made out with her pussy, making sure to slide two fingers into her hot channel to prepare her for my cock. It was thicker than most and she always had a hell of a time taking it, even if she was soaked. However, I didn’t mind how long I had to have my face buried in her cunt because I really did love eating pussy.
Sooner than I had expected, Sienna’s body was twisting in pleasure and she was drowning my face in her release. Moaning my name, she rode my face as I gave her one more orgasm before climbing up her beautiful body.
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