Omertà Anthology - A Very Merry Mafioso Christmas
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Following his lead, I enter the cabin and the interior blows me away. It’s more luxurious than anything I’ve ever seen before. The seats are a creamy beige leather, with intricate walnut inlays lining each of the walls. Toward the back there’s a small couch and table where I don’t even want to know what things have been discussed.
“May I offer you and your guest something to drink, Mr. Bianchi?” A beautiful blonde stewardess asks my captor and savior while shooting me the evil side-eye. If she only knew what I really was to him. A burden. Then maybe she’d quit looking at me like she wants to stick a shiv in me.
“Two Negroni.” He doesn’t even look at her as he takes his seat, motioning me to his left. I’m not sure if I should be offended or elated that out of all of the available seats in this plane, he wants me right next to him.
Does he think I’ll try to escape from a flying aircraft or does he have this same need to be near one another?
Sitting on the buttery smooth leather, I try to cross my legs as gracefully as possible without flashing him everything that my mother gave me. The tight little dress the Russians put me in leaves very little to the imagination, though by the hungry look in his eyes, I doubt he minds it.
Unable to help myself, I lick my lips, wondering what it would be like to taste him. His eyes immediately drop to my mouth and I swear I hear him groan.
“Here you are, boss.” The blonde gingerly places Mateo’s rocks glass in front of him, meanwhile she practically thrusts mine onto my lap.
Oblivious to this chick’s blatant seduction techniques, Mateo turns to me, taking me back with his question, “Do I want to know how you got caught up with the Russians?”
Taking a long sip of the drink, I brace myself for admitting my carelessness—not something I ever do. “I got into the wrong cab.” Shrugging my shoulders, I give him a smirk. “Wrong place, wrong time? Honestly, though. I should have known better than to take a cab straight off the street.”
My cheeks heat and I know my golden tan is deepening with my blush.
To my surprise, this beast of a man reaches toward me, caressing my face with such a delicate touch you’d think he was touching a priceless vase.
“I suppose it depends on who you ask, doesn’t it?”
Before I can answer him, his phone rings and his face goes from one of reverie to an impenetrable fortress of ice.
“Talk to me. Is everything in place?” His voice deepens and I couldn’t imagine being on the other side of that conversation.
Taking one more sip from my glass, I let my head fall back, closing my eyes and reliving the past forty-eight hours of my life.
So much has happened, the future is unknown, and I have no idea when I’ll ever be home again. But like my sister Cassie says, you only have one life to live so you better make that shit count.
A slow smile spreads across my face. Yes, little sister. I plan on living every second of this wild ride to the fullest, and if it happens to include a ride on this tall, dark and dangerous yumminess, then so be it.
Mateo Bianchi
We’re about to land and my little warrior fell asleep about four hours ago. There’s no doubt she’s had quite the action between the Russians and now her tet-a-tet with the Italian Mafia.
Damian’s words echo in my head.
“Are you sure you want to bring her into your home?”
“Are you questioning me?”
“No, of course not. It’s my job to look out for you, and I’m just not sure an outsider coming into your private sanctuary is—”
“My patience is running thin, Damien. Do as I say and get Flora to prepare her quarters. I will not ask again.”
Yes, it probably isn’t the wisest idea to bring a stranger into my home where I have some of the most valuable and damaging information involving my business dealings, but there’s something about this one I can’t quite explain.
I don’t believe in love, much less love at first sight, but I believe in her. All I know is that this woman has something I need and I plan on getting it. Whatever it is, at whatever cost.
She stirs, and her already impossibly short dress rides up even higher—her tanned thighs begging me to spread them apart and enjoy the heaven that lies between.
A gasp brings my attention to her face and I see her watching me, biting that juicy lower lip of hers.
My hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around the back of her nape and bringing her face to mine. Our breath mingles, and I inhale, taking in her scent of jasmine and vanilla. Her unique perfume combined with the heat of her breath pushes me over the edge and I slam my mouth onto hers, taking every bit of passion she’s willing to give.
The kiss isn’t sweet. No. It’s savage and real. Desperate to get more of the other, our tongues and teeth clash and bruise as they suck and nip, never getting enough.
Lowering my hands to either side of her waist, I lift her, placing her on top of me with either leg straddling my waist. As soon as her apex hits my erection, I groan into her mouth, feeling her wicked smile at the knowledge of what she’s doing to me.
Again, I should be cautious. I have no fucking clue who this woman is, but do I listen to reason? Fuck no. I’m a junkie, needing more and needing it right-the-fuck-now.
She begins to rock into me, sending my already raging erecting to painfully throbbing limits. Lowering my hand to her panty line, I slip my fingers in and find her already soaked through.
She lets out a gasp and it’s my turn to smile. I run my thumb up her slit, stopping at her clit and applying more pressure.
My little warrior releases the most delicious moan, it makes me want to carry her back to the bed and slam myself deep inside her, claiming her as mine.
“Mr. Bianchi.”
“What?!” I snap at the stewardess. She must be new, and she definitely won't be here much longer after interrupting what was clearly a private moment.
“The pilot is flying into Florence.”
Yes. She’s definitely getting fired. Closing my eyes, I grit out, “Excuse yourself.” Opening my eyes, I see she’s still standing there, staring at me with big doe eyes while my little warrior looks between us. Once again, to her credit, she looks unfazed. Directing my gaze back toward the stewardess, I give her a poignant look, arching a brow and barking, “Now!”
My girl giggles. She fucking giggles at me. I’ve had reactions of terror, even made grown men piss in their pants, but never have I had someone giggle at me.
Looking at her, I can’t help but smile. “What is so amusing?”
“Not amusing, Just funny.”
My brows push together, wondering what in the hell could be so funny.
“Not funny haha, more like funny ironic.” A soft smile touches her naturally pouty lips and my mind immediately goes to visions of her mouth wrapped around my aching cock. “The whole reason I came to Europe was because I was so afraid of dying without having really lived my life, and here I am. Quite possibly in the lap of a man who has the power to end my life, but I’ve never felt more alive.”
My fingers tighten around her small waist, each finger pressing into her soft body. Where did this wild creature come from?
The sound of the wheels deploying breaks me out of my bubble, letting me know we’ll be touching down soon. Knowing this fun needs to end and work must begin in just a couple of minutes, I move my grip to her ass, bringing her forward and grinding her onto me while my mouth makes quick work on her neck, sucking and visibly marking her as mine.
Her gasp is all I hear as I grab her by the waist once more, lifting her and placing her back in her seat. I know once that door opens, my men will have access to her and the last thing I need is for it to get back to Damian. He’ll only give me more shit for letting an outsider into our world and no doubt silently question my intentions.
The real kicker here is that I can’t answer something I don’t even understand myself.
Okay, if I thought his plane was fancy, this villa is unreal. Its
exterior is all stone and its terracotta shingles contrast so beautifully with the weathered grey. Large windows face into the expansive field where everything is green as far as the eye could see.
After a long stretch, the SUV pulls into a circular drive and the already impressive home becomes absolutely breathtaking. How is this real life?
The car door opens, and the driver extends his hand, helping me out of the vehicle. As we walk toward the entrance, a matronly lady beams up at me.
“We’ve been expecting you, ma’am. What shall I call her, Mr. Bianchi.”
Oh my god, he doesn’t know my name. We’d been playing tonsil hockey not thirty minutes ago, and he doesn’t even know my first name!
My eyes dart back to Mateo and I have to hold back a giggle. It’s okay in private, but I would never dare disrespect him like that in front of his people.
Throwing him a bone, I turn to the woman and answer for him, “Please call me Cecilia.”
“Miss Cecilia, it’s truly my pleasure. My name is Flora. If you’ll just follow me, I’ll show you where to go. I have your quarters prepared and your bath drawn.”
Looking back at Mateo, my brows push together. Is this how he’s treating the other women? I’m about to ask him where the other girls are when he presses his hand to my lower back and gently guides me forward.
“Later.” His deep voice paired with his touch sends shivers down my body and all I’m able to do is nod in compliance.
Once inside the massive double doors, I get a glimpse into how the other half lives. Marble flooring leads to pristine white walls with the most exquisite art I’ve ever seen, and the sparse furniture is all antique but well maintained.
Mateo heads to the left and I’m about to follow him when Flora taps me on the shoulder, “This way, miss.”
Looking at this man’s retreating form, I feel a loss and it shakes me to my core. I follow Flora in a stupor. What in the hell is going on with me? I’ve been kidnapped, submitted into a human trafficking ring, been dolled up and paraded around like chattel, and then rescued by a man who could possibly be darker than my original captors—yet here I am, pining after him like a love-struck teenager.
I’m still mentally chastising myself when we enter what Flora calls my quarters. “Holy shit.” I breathe out as Flora chuckles.
The room is fit for a queen. There’s a massive four poster bed with a beautiful velvet canopy, and directly to its right is a massive wall of windows with a beautiful view of the fields. The sun is setting on the horizon, illuminating the entire room in this ethereal warm glow. I could seriously sit on the chaise and stare out of that window for hours.
“Miss. Your bath is drawn and clothes have been set out for you. I’ll be back to collect you in time for dinner in about an hour.” She walks back to the door, but turns around at the last minute. “I truly am glad you’re here.” And with a kind smile, she closes the massive door behind her.
Pinching myself, I try to check my reality. Yup. This is real.
Slowly blinking, I take in all of my surroundings and walk toward two small double doors leading into a marbled bath. In the middle is a massive tub facing the expansive grounds with a small table beside it. The teak table holds all sorts of bath products as well as a cotton robe.
Props to Flora, she’s thought of everything. I’ve never been doted on like this, not even as a little girl. My thoughts float back to my family and my stomach tightens. They must be worried sick about me. I check in every night via Skype with my sisters and I haven’t been on in days.
Especially with it being so close to Christmas, I can only imagine what the hell they’re thinking and if I’ll even be able to make it home in time for the holidays. I let out a breath, resigning myself to the fact that I will definitely be missing mom’s tamales this year.
Taking off my clothes and sinking into the bath, I mentally prepare myself for asking what I’m pretty sure will be a shut down. I need to find a way to talk to my sisters... but first, this delicious bath with its amazing view awaits.
Mateo Bianchi
The clicking of heels has my gaze lifting from my phone. As soon as my eyes fall on her, the world stops and my breath is taken from its cavernous home. “Mozzafiato.”
Her chestnut hair cascades down her bare shoulders, accentuating her full breasts and curves in the cream corset and slacks Flora picked out for her. Note to self, give that woman a bonus.
Clueless to my musings, Cecilia scrunches up her face in a way that only she could make look good. “Mozza-what?”
“Nothing. Are you going to sit down or are you going to stand there all day?” I look back down at my phone, refusing to let her beauty distract me from what’s important. The Bratva has now had two of its top figures taken out. I mean, they were useless, even to their own men, but it’s the principle of it all. There’s no doubt they will be retaliating, and I need to have my men prepared for whatever they throw at us.
She scoots into a chair beside me and my chest warms. Her proximity stirring something in me that I don’t want to acknowledge.
“I appreciate you putting me up and all, but I have to ask. Where are the other women?” Her big green eyes look up at me, and it’s the first time I notice the gold flecks dancing around the irises. Such fierce protectiveness lies in them, and I’d be willing to bet she didn’t know a single one before her abduction.
“I already told you this, little warrior. They are being housed with several families. There are no free rides here. They’re all expected to work in the trades of their households.”
Her body stiffens, and the hand that had been reaching for her water glass freezes mid air. “What exactly is expected of me.” Her eyes narrow as she stares daggers into me, and I can’t help but chuckle. Nobody dares speak to me like this little ball of fire does. Visions of her laying across my lap while I spank her ass raw flash before me and I groan, adjusting myself and not giving two shits if she sees it.
“Don’t worry, Cecilia. You’ll be working with the family operations.” Her brow arches, making me smirk. “I’m talking about the vineyard, of course. My sisters run the day to day and you will be meeting with them tomorrow to see where they can use your help.”
She lets out a breath, sinking back into the chair. “Oh, good. For a second there, I thought you were going to ask me to off someone.”
I laugh out loud, the sound reverberating across the large dinning hall. It feels foreign, but good. I could definitely get used to having her around. “No. I will not be asking you to off anyone.” I pause, the idea of someone invading our stronghold comes to mind and the sudden urge to protect her overcomes me. “Unless it’s to protect yourself. Then you must do everything you can, even if it means killing a man.”
Her face hardens and her eyes meet mine. I have no idea what the hell is going on between us, but in a matter of hours we’ve managed to develop an understanding. Her soul speaks to mine in a way no other ever has or ever will.
My hand reaches for hers, holding it tightly as my thumb strokes her palm. “I need you to tell me you’d fight back, even if I’m no longer there to keep you safe.”
Squeezing my hand, she nods. “I will always fight. To the bitter end and through the bowels of hell, I will fight by you and for you.”
Taken aback by her admission, I’m at a loss for words. This fierce woman who’s just met me, has essentially pledged her loyalty to me and it blows me away. The honesty I see in her eyes paired with the conviction in her voice has me thinking she’s too good to be true. If ever there’d be a woman to rule by my side, it would be this one right here.
She is a queen in her own right.
Fuck the food. Rounding the table, I grab her hand, helping her stand before I lower my hands to either side of her waist and hoist her on to the table.
She gasps as I press my lips to hers, devouring what is rightfully mine. I don’t give a fuck if she’s not of my world. She was clearly made for it. She was clearly made for me.
Lowering her back to the table, her legs wrap around me, anchoring my aching cock to her warm slit. Hissing at the contact, I release the lace of her corset, exposing the most beautiful pair of tits I’ve ever seen. Golden skin gives way to dusky pink nipples, perfect for sucking.
I cup one while lowering my mouth to the other, swirling the soft flesh with my tongue before nipping the hardened nub.
Cecilia lets out a moan and my instinct is to grind my cock into her. I need her now. Unbuttoning her trousers, I pull them down her long legs, kissing the inside of her ankle as I run my hands back down the inside of her thighs. Tightening my grip, my fingers sink into her soft flesh as I pry her legs open.
Propping herself up on her forearms, her green eyes stare up at me with her mouth slightly ajar. Brining three fingers to her mouth, I order, “Suck.”
My little warrior does as she’s told, and holy fuck—the way she’s taking in my fingers while staring me down with her sultry eyes is almost enough to make me come in my pants. God, if her mouth feels this damn good on my hand, I can’t wait to discover what it will feel like on my cock.
Lowering my wet fingers to her lace panties, I slide them to the side and stroke her folds before thrusting all three fingers in at once. If she wants me as much as it seems, she needs to be ready for me. There’s nothing gentle about my fucking. It’s raw and hard, making pleasure my bitch as I suck every ounce of ecstasy from it.
Her groan has my eyes falling back to her lips as I pump in and out of her with my hand.
“Don’t. Stop.” She grinds her little cunt onto my palm, seeking relief, and I smile.
“Oh, I have no intention of stopping, little one.” Completely at odds with my words, I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my mouth, sucking her sweet nectar off one finger at a time. Her little whimper calls to me, pushing her legs to one side, I smack her ass—the imprint of my hand leaving the most beautiful shade of red on her golden skin.