Dealer and his Bestowed Bride (The Rossi Family Mafia Book 2)

by Avery Hawkes

  Two large windows were open, letting the fresh air from the Arno sweep up the delicate white fabric that framed the windows. Our luggage had been placed on the side of the room and as I stepped out to inspect our bags, they had already been emptied into a large set of drawers that were near the bed. The bed itself made the room. It was made out of dark mahogany and had four posters. The blankets were deep red, embroidered with gold.

  I walked to the bed and sat on it, letting my fingers glide across the silky smooth fabric. I sighed and allowed myself to fall back onto the poofy bed. The exhaustion of the trip was starting to get to me and at that moment I wanted to fall asleep. But before I could slip into a deep slumber, a rough hand grabbed me and jolted me awake.

  "Hey," Luca said. "It's the morning, you're going to have to stay awake.

  He had taken off his coat jacket and placed it on the bed, then rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He was more casual than I had ever seen him, and I liked it. I could see a tattoo peeking out from underneath his shirt, a casual reminder that the person I was married to was a dangerous criminal.

  So was I.

  I grumbled and pushed myself up from the bed, rubbing my eyes. I couldn't wait until I was able to get some real sleep, but until then I would just have to power through the day.

  As I thought about what the day had in store for the both of us, I felt my heart beat faster. We still hadn't checked in with the person Armento had told us to.

  "So ... what are the next steps?" I asked.

  Luca rubbed the back of his neck and walked over to the window. "I guess, we call that number," he replied.

  We both looked at the phone that sat next to the bedside. Neither of us made the move to go grab it, so we looked at each other, trying in vain to see if one of us would go for it and make the call.

  Luca closed the windows so that the curtains settled rather than blow in the wind. The sounds of the river and Florence fell away and were replaced by the awkward silence between us.

  After there was no way someone could overhear us from the windows, he came over to the other side of the bed and sat down, reaching into his pocket for the card. He threw it down on the bed between us.

  The silver of the numbers glinted back at us and we both just stared at it.

  "You should call," I told him. "You are the one who was tested, you're the one they want to talk to."

  Luca shook his head. "You're the Italian, you can speak to them in their language."

  "I don't think knowing how to order wine in Italian will help," I said.

  "Well I'm not calling them," Luca said, crossing his arms.

  "Don't you want this job?" I was starting to get angry again, something that had happened too often in the past week. "Don't you want to be recognized for your talents? To make something of yourself?"

  "So is that why they picked you?"

  "What?"

  "You're one of the most nagging women I've met. I hear nags make good wives."

  I glared at him, not wanting to honor his insult with a reply. I snatched up the card and reached over to grab the phone, but was stopped by Luca grabbing my forearm.

  "Wait," he said. His eyes were pleading. I could smell his scent again and I wriggled uncomfortably in his grip. Not because he was hurting me, but because his skin against mine lit a fire somewhere deep down within me, and I didn't want to stoke those flames.

  "Why?" I replied.

  "I just need 30 more minutes," Luca said. "I never asked for this job, Piper.”

  He took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions as he spoke.

  “I'm doing this for my family, the Rossi legacy. All I need is 30 more minutes to prepare myself for the life I'm going to have after that phone call."

  I watched him, his eyes staring into mine. He was being serious and I could sense that the man was telling the truth. While I had wanted the job for the honor, prestige, and money that came with working for the Italian Mafia, Luca was the better person. He was sacrificing for his family; to help them and make sure they were on the good side of the crime ring in Italy. For the first time, I felt sad for him and impressed that he was able to put his feelings aside for the people he loved.

  "Okay," I said softly. "30 more minutes."

  "Thanks," he said. Even though I wasn't reaching for the phone anymore, he was still holding on to me, slowly moving me closer. I tried to ignore it, but didn't try to get away.

  "What do you want to do in the meantime?" I asked, trying to play it off casually. He was looking at me differently now, something had changed in his eyes. I had seen that same look before when we had parted from our first kiss at the altar.

  Luca wanted me.

  His other hand reached behind me and brought me closer. My mind was yelling at me, screaming that I had to slap him or run away. But my body was more than ready for what I sensed he desired.

  And I was prepared to give it to him.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Luca

  Fuck, she was hot.

  The fiery woman who sat next to me on the bed was about to drive me insane. She had been difficult to deal with, spiteful, belligerent … but I still wanted her more than anything.

  I definitely wanted her more than I wanted to pick up the phone and call the Italian Mafia.

  There was the risk of being hit or pushed by Piper, but I was about to take that chance. I glanced down at her. She was wearing clothing that was much more casual than mine, a t-shirt and some jeans for the long trip. I saw the outline of her tits underneath the fabric and remembered our wedding night.

  My dick was starting to get hard against my dress pants, ready to fuck her brains out.

  I pulled her closer to me and to my surprise she didn't fight me or try to get away. Her lips parted, but she didn't say anything. I allowed her some time to change her mind, studying her face to see if she had the same need to fuck as I did.

  She moved closer slightly and that was all I needed.

  I closed the gap quickly, forcefully, taking Piper in my arms and kissing her. She just about melted in my embrace and kissed me back. She wanted me too and that turned me on more than anything.

  She smelled like cherries and dark chocolate and her kisses were passionate. Her hands ran down my front, fumbling with the buttons on my dress shirt. Trying to unbutton them took her too long, so she gripped the fabric and pulled it apart, tearing the buttons away and leaving me with my chest exposed.

  I parted our kisses to look at her, impressed by her enthusiasm. She gave me a cheeky grin in return and I shrugged off my torn shirt, allowing my sleeves and chest tattoos to be visible to her.

  "Wow," she whispered, delicately touching my chest and tracing the lines of the tattoos. There was a tiger on one arm and a crane on the other.

  "Did these hurt?" she asked.

  "Meh," I replied. "Only a little."

  Piper bit her bottom lip as her hands moved down toward my abs and down toward my belt. I glanced down to see that the bulge in my pants was difficult to hide. It looked like she saw it too.

  We kissed again as she worked on getting my belt off of my pants. I opened my mouth and she followed suit, her plump lips parting for me.

  Our tongues collided as we tasted each other. I wanted to taste all of her, to be inside of her.

  Piper threw my belt to the ground, then moved her hands to unbutton my front. All the pressure that had built up in the front of my pants was released as soon as she unzipped mine. She gasped as her soft hands found my hard member.

  "You're so big," she said.

  "The better to fuck you with," I growled.

  Something came over me in that moment, and I didn't know why, but at that second I needed to be inside her more than anything. I grabbed her shoulder and forced her down onto the soft bed. She let out a small sound, but I muffled it with my kisses.

  My hands moved up under her shirt, finding one of her breasts. I squeezed it and she let out a gasp even though I was touching her over her
bra.

  "Your clothes need to go," I ordered, pulling her shirt over her head. She stretched her arms up toward the ceiling and grinned when I had pulled it off. Her body was soft, but still slender. I reached around her torso to unlatch the soft pink bra with one hand, while I ran my other hand down her flat stomach.

  Finally, her breasts were freed and Piper's bra found its rightful place on the floor. She did me the favor of unbuttoning her jeans and wriggling out of them until she only had her matching pink panties on.

  I immediately lowered my head down to kiss her breast, letting my tongue flick across her nipple until it was hard and erect. Her skin was as white as milk and her nipples were pink and small. As I kissed one breast, my hand moved down toward her panties.

  As my hand touched her over the cotton fabric, I could hear her breathing start to quicken. She moved her hips to press harder against my hand. As I moved my hand down, I realized she had soaked through the fabric. She had been more aroused than she had let on.

  "Looks like you're ready for a good fuck," I growled and she replied with a moan as I moved her underwear aside and let my fingers glide along her slit.

  "Oh God," she moaned as I moved my hand up and down. Finally, I was sick of the underwear getting in the way and pulled them down so that they were around her ankles.

  I sat up so I could look at her cunt.

  She had been waxed recently save for a small amount of hair that grew right above her slit. My hands gripped her knees and then moved them apart so I could see all of her. Piper laid there, eyes half-lidded watching to see what I'd do next.

  She was petite and pink. Her vulva glistened from the wetness and I noticed she was dripping onto the bed. She wanted me badly.

  I moved my hands from her knees to my own pants and underwear, lowering them until my dick was freed from its confines. She bit her lip again as she stared in awe of my erect cock.

  "You want this?" I asked.

  "Yeah," she replied breathlessly.

  "You have to ask for it."

  "Please, oh God please. I want you inside me." Piper said, touching her own breasts.

  I did as she said, positioning my dick against her opening. I wasn't going to take my time with Piper, I knew she wanted my huge dick, so I'd give it to her hard and unprotected.

  My first thrust was forceful, letting my entire dick slide into her. She was tight and could barely fit me. She moaned from both pleasure and pain as her body tried to adjust to my huge girth. Her body was so petite that my dick disappearing inside her looked almost impossible, but she took it and wanted more.

  I leaned down and kissed her passionately as I thrust into her wet, sticky hole.

  Her hands reached up to run her fingers through my hair, grabbing at the short locks. With every movement I made, she yelled out in passion, moaning with pleasure for my huge cock.

  I bit her lip as she moaned, I wanted her to know that she was mine, that she was my wife and I would do to her as I pleased.

  She felt so good, too good. Soon, I was ready fill her with my seed. Just at the moment that I thought I was going to release into her, I pulled out. The last thing I wanted was to come before she did.

  She glanced up at me, confused as to why I was stopping. She opened her mouth to say something, but right as she did I used my large arms to flip her over onto the bed so her ass was facing me. I moved back until I was off of the bed and pulled her legs toward me.

  ”What are you—"

  I smacked her on the ass and she let out a moan. She moved her ass up in the air so that she was on all fours, waiting for me. I could see the engorged lips of her womanhood from behind. I slapped her ass again, then spread her cheeks out so I could see all of her.

  "Fuck me," she pleaded.

  I slapped her again in reply, leaving her plump skin red and Piper moaning like the bad girl I knew she was.

  "You like that, slut?" I asked her.

  She nodded, turning her head to glance at me over her shoulder.

  One of my hands reached around her body to rub her cunt as the other spanked her. I slapped her ass, near her thighs as I found her small cherry that was throbbing at the top of her slit.

  "Ah!" she cried as I rubbed it and gave her another slap.

  "You want me to fuck you?" I asked, my free hand moving into her slit then entering her vagina. She shuddered.

  "Y-Yes, Please I want your cock."

  "Mmm," I let my fingers exit her hole and replaced them with the head of my penis. I swirled the tip around her opening, driving her insane with pleasure. I wanted to tease her so I touched her cunt, sending her to the edge of pleasure.

  She started to quiet and I realized she was ready. I inserted myself into her tight body and she cried out as my huge member stretched her out once more. Oh, her body was paradise to me and I wanted so bad to unload into her, but I wouldn't let myself. Piper's pleasure was all that mattered to me.

  My hands did quick work on her clit and I banged her hard against the bed. Her fingers clutched the sheets as I worked my way deeper and deeper into her. Finally, I felt her cunt throb in my hands and she let out a moan so loud that I was afraid the entire hotel would hear us.

  "Oh yah!" she yelled. I picked up the pace, driving my dick into her as orgasm swept through Piper's body. She moaned and I kept going.

  She moaned as I thrust into her her, gaining speed and power with each thrust. As I watched Piper ride her orgasm to completion, it sent me over the edge. I fell into the warm pool of orgasm and released myself into her body.

  I let out of moan, pumping my cum into her, filling her every crevice. As soon as she felt me orgasm, Piper let out a sexy noise, like she lived for me to fill her up. I spasmed as I held her hips, our juices mingling together in a sticky, dripping mess.

  Usually, I would wear protection with a girl, but Piper was different. Even if our marriage was fake, I felt like I wanted her to share all of me. I wanted to seed her and put a baby in her belly. She was the only woman I felt this animalistic need to mate with, but now that I felt it, I would never go back.

  As my orgasm faded, I collapsed on the bed over her, staying inside of her body. I didn't want to leave her body, I wanted to feel connected to her forever. Sadly, that wasn't possible. Eventually, I pulled out of her, my dick dripping with cum and her juices. Piper was catching her breath as I laid down next to her on the bed. She had the afterglow of orgasm on her face and her cheeks were flushed with red.

  Fuck, she was beautiful.

  We stayed like that for a long time, not saying anything to each other. Our passion had been so sudden and I was afraid of how she would react after the chemical high wore off. But she said nothing, mostly staring that the ceiling and staying close to me.

  RING. RING. RING.

  The phone near the bed about made me jump out of my skin. Piper glanced from me to the phone, then raised an eyebrow.

  "Looks like they're tired of waiting," she said.

  I walked over to the phone and stared at it, afraid of what would happen if I picked it up. There was no doubt who would be on the other line and the fact that they were calling meant they had lost patience with us. There was no more time to procrastinate. I let the phone ring a few more times before Piper sat up.

  "Hey, are you going to answer that?" She looked annoyed, like the girl who had eagerly taken my dick had been replaced once more by the woman who had destroyed herself on our wedding night.

  I gathered my courage and picked up the phone.

  On the other end was a man's voice, deep and heavy with an Italian accent.

  "6pm. Be at the Boboli Gardens. Wear the clothes hanging in your closet. You will be taken to another location from there."

  The dial tone told me that he had hung up the phone. I stayed with the phone to my ear for a few moments, trying to replay everything he had said in my head.

  I turned to Piper, "It's time to start this job."

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Piper

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sp; Was I in some Orwellian nightmare, or did Luca and I actually have sex? I wriggled in my bright red dress. It was form-fitting and just as uncomfortable as I was inside. I couldn’t believe I would have sex just to procrastinate for a job. Well, it wasn’t just out of procrastination. Deep down I realized we had a connection, but it was purely physical.

  Luca walked next to me on the sidewalk, adjusting his own new outfit. He was wearing a fine Italian suit that probably cost more than I made last year. I didn’t even want to think about the designer dress and leather shoes that I was wearing. While the Mafia had been the men who forced me into an unwanted marriage, I had to give it to them that they knew how to dress.

  The silence had been awkward since we had left the hotel. I could barely handle the tension between us, especially after we had been so close.

  “So, maybe we should talk about what just happened back there?” I finally said.

  Luca raised his eyebrows. “Trying to relive the moment, then?”

  “No!” Damn it, the man put me on the defensive instantly. How could someone who was so attractive be that infuriating?

  “What is there to talk about then?” he said, shrugging his wide shoulders.

  “Whatever happened back there … It was a mistake. A fuck up. It doesn’t mean anything.”

  “Sure looked like it meant something to you.” he replied.

  “Fuck you,” I grimaced at him. “I am a professional woman. From now on, our relationship will be strictly business.”

  “Strictly business? What sort of business are you running, Piper Rossi? Is it connected to the adult industry, perhaps?”

  I pushed him and he giggled at me. I glanced back at him sheepishly. Damn it, he was easy to screw around with, both in bed and out.

  It was only a few minutes until we reached the garden. I was starting to get nervous, biting my bottom lip and adjusting my dress even if it was already situated perfectly.