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I try to suppress my loud moans, aware of my surroundings. I bury my hands in his hair, holding him to my mouth. I trace my fingers to his cock again, but he stops my hand with his and bends it against my back.
“Uh-huh.” He says in a deep, husky voice. He runs his teeth along my chin and fingers me faster. Oh, God. He’ll make me come right here.
“Please! D-don’t. Stop.” I listen to my hungry yet desperate voice.
“Oh, no. Not yet. This is your punishment.” I surrender myself to the increasing rhythm of his fingers.
“Tommaso. Please.” I moan.
“You have to obey me, baby girl.” He curls his fingers inside of my pussy. Ah. This is too much.
“I will.” I gasp. He doesn’t stop. He will make me squirt it out on the new dress.
“I will obey!” I moan, desperately.
“Good girl, Ella. Now get changed.” He breathes as he lets go of me, my name a benediction on his lips. I quiver, breathless. Still on the edge of the orgasm he denied me. Holy shit.
Chapter Nineteen
TOMMASO
Gia's insistence to refuse my money is exactly what I expected. I try to object like I always do, but she asserts, saying it's a small token of appreciation for the positive impact I've had on her business.
"You've been a great help to Cmelot. Consider this a gesture of gratitude," she says with a warm smile. I nod in acknowledgment just to be polite, and Ella, standing beside me, wears an expression that's part confusion and part disbelief.
The contrast between the tarnished person she thinks I am and the respected figure in a high-end boutique isn't lost on her. As Gia continues to express her thanks, Ella shoots me a questioning look. I can almost hear her thoughts. Confusion. Shock. Suspicion.
I offer Gia a polite smile, appreciating her support and walk towards the exit with Ella. Ella, still processing the situation, decides to break the silence.
"You seem to have an interesting life outside the mafia world," she remarks, trying to make sense of the oddness. “Tell me, honestly, what did you do? Threaten her in private?” Naïve, yet fascinating. As always.
I chuckle. "The world I navigate isn't as black and white as it seems. People who are loyal to my clan respect me and deserve my respect."
She squints her eyes at me. “You’re… confusing.”
I flash a playful smile. "Maybe that's what makes me so interesting." I notice the innocence mingled with confusion in her expressive blue eyes. Her gaze flits around as we go out, and she looks like a fish out of water. It's almost endearing.
Compared to the chaos that often surrounds my life, there's a certain beauty in the simplicity she has. Her ignorant innocence is a stark contrast to the complexities of my world, and I can't help but find it captivating.
As she fidgets with the fabric of the red dress I chose for her, attempting to comprehend everything, I sense a genuine authenticity in her reactions.
“Here, wire this amount to Gia Giovanni.” I hand the receipt of my purchases to Francesco as he opens the door of the Audi.
“Roger.” He nods. I look at Ella who’s staring at me.
“We have time. I want to take you to my headquarters. From where I operate business.” She looks skeptical for a second but eases her expression. I want you to see, Ella. I want you to see me differently. The city's lights flicker outside the tinted windows of the car as we smoothly navigate through the streets. I catch Ella's prying gaze, her eyes narrowing as she spots the three cars trailing us. She can't help but ask, curiosity lacing her words.
"What's with the entourage?" she questions. I offer her a wry smile, the corners of my lips curling slightly.
"Security," I reply, my tone casual.
"Security?" her eyebrows arch in disbelief. "Why do you need that? Are you… at war with someone?" Smart Ella.
I lean back in my seat, contemplating how much information I'm willing to share. I decide on a vague yet truthful response. "Occupational hazard," I quip. "Comes with the territory, you know."
She furrows her brow, clearly not satisfied with my answer. "Occupational hazard?" she echoes, skepticism evident in her tone. Too many questions.
I chuckle lightly, realizing that explaining the intricacies of mafia life to her won’t be so easy. "Let's just say it's part of the job description," I add, the subtle nod signaling to her that delving into the specifics might not be in her best interest.
