Page 28 of Mafia’s Final Play

In an instant, he was gone. His tongue left her and his fingers exited the heated cocoon they’d filled, and she felt deprived. She held her hands out to him, but instead of taking her hands, he pulled her to the end of the bed by her ankles and flipped her over. She slid down to the floor and leaned over the bed, knowing what he wanted.

She flicked her hair until it trailed down her back, a tease in itself. She liked it when he pulled her hair, and he took her up on the invitation, the suggestion. He wrapped his right hand in the long strands until her head pulled back just as she thrust into her.

This time she moaned his name louder, unable to hide the sob of desire in her voice. Another shudder went through her as his left hand found its home on her hip, tilted them just the right way before it moved to smooth down her back, to direct her into the perfect arch that would allow him to sink deeper into her.

He tugged at her hair again as he began to move inside of her. His other hand brushed against the curve of her ass, before his palm landed on the rounded flesh, a sharp pain that began to burn in a way that she found shockingly thrilling.

“Don’t come, Marie, not yet,” he directed her. She tried, she really did, but that first warning of a pulse that had told him she was about to, was something she couldn’t control, not anymore. She’d tried, but she hadn’t mastered it.

He stopped, coming to a standstill until she found her breath, until she found that control that had slipped. But her concentration was still on him, on the way he felt inside of her. She felt her walls quiver around him, demanding to be stroked by his thick cock. But he didn’t move, not until he heard her take a deep breath.

He rocked into her gently at first, to build her back up slowly, to give himself time to enjoy the sensation of her wrapped around him. “Fuck, you feel so good, Marie.”

The words were ragged, as if he hadn’t wanted to say them, but couldn’t help it. That sent a shiver up her spine and a surge through her walls that already felt like they’d turned to liquid silk.

She smelled him on every inch of her body, felt him, and her fingers clutched in the covers as she tried not to scream. She wanted to come, she was so close. If he’d just speed up a little bit, just a little more, that’s all she needed. A little.

She squeezed her already tight walls until they clamped around him, and he gave the expected grunt of pleasure mixed with surprise. His hand, still wrapped in her hair, pulled a little more and the sting of pain that gave her set her off all over again. “I can’t help it, Matteo. Please, come with me. Come with me, baby.”

She panted it all out, in time with the quick, deep thrusts he gave her now. His hand let loose of her hair so that he could grasp both sides of her hips with his fingers. The tips dug in, painfully, but it turned to pleasure in her brain as he drove harder, drove her into another wave of pulses that left her unable to think.

They clung together, still joined as they caught their breath. He finally slid up onto the bed, then pulled her up beside him. She was still lost in the bliss of being utterly satisfied, her eyes closed against anything that might make the sensation end. She needed that moment like she would need a drug; it was her drug now, given to her only by Matteo.

She curled into his side and listened to him as he began to snore softly. A smile spread over her face as she realized he’d fallen asleep quickly. Turning away, she pulled her left leg up to rest against the bed while her right leg stayed straight. Her legs felt restless, though, so she moved them around until she figured out nowhere was comfortable. It was one of the things keeping her up at night now, her legs just felt so very… restless.

She reached for a robe and slipped the long light green fleece over skin now covered in goosebumps. Even with the fires, the air was still cool if you weren’t clothed. Padding softly to the window, Marie opened the curtain just enough to look out. There was even more snow on the ground now, and it continued to fall. The floodlights lit up the night, which was supposed to help discourage the bear from coming back, or so Anton had told her.

She knew it was just to make sure they could see more of the area around the house. In the distance, she could see the dark line of trees that clung to the hills and mountains around here. Cedar, pine, and a few other kinds of trees populated the mountain the house was built on. Snow covered them all now, turned them into blobs that could be anything.

Marie wondered how many nights she’d spend like this, unable to sleep but so tired. Even when she made up for her lack of sleep with a nap, she felt tired the next day, like she’d never feel rested ever again. She knew it, she knew it in her bones, even without seeing a doctor - she was doomed.

A snuffle from the bed drew her attention and again she wondered if she should just run away. He didn’t deserve the hell that was coming. He didn’t deserve to sit and watch her wither away. Or spend all of his money trying to make her well again.

She turned back to the window, pain a tight vice around her heart. She didn’t want to leave him. He’d said only a few hours ago that she was his home. But he hadn’t seen the end stages of Parkinson’s disease. He didn’t know the shame of losing control of your own body, of how you became totally, completely dependent on someone to take care of you.

That frightened her, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep living if she made it to that point, if it became that bad for her. Her mother had even started to lose the ability to speak towards the end, to swallow. That was no way to live, was it?

For a moment, for a very brief moment, she understood some of her mother’s anger. She’d been helpless and that was one thing Ruby hated above everything. Marie hoped she didn’t turn out like that, but she knew it was unlikely. Her mother had been a terror before she became ill; she’d been mean and cruel before the first signs appeared.

No, she wouldn’t end up being an abusive bitch, but would she become depressed, unresponsive? Would she give up?

They were all questions she’d thought about a thousand times, but each night, when she couldn’t get to sleep, or back to sleep if she’d been asleep, they came back to haunt her. They made her question whether it was fair to stay with Matteo, to let him become even more attached to her.

Maybe she should just go away, disappear, but where would she go? All she had left was the house in Louisiana. Could she go back there? She missed the quiet of the house, the way the night sprang into life with the sounds of insects and animals on the prowl. The noise in New York, that constant noisy hum, was something she’d become accustomed to, but now that she’d thought about it, she thought maybe it was time to go home. Back to where life made sense.

Motion caught her attention and she became still, breath held, as she stared into the space where the light faded into darkness. Was it the bear, back to scratch its back and explore the place where the humans had invaded? She narrowed her eyes to try to focus in on the spot, but it didn’t happen again. It was probably just a raccoon then, she decided, and left the bedroom to make a cup of chamomile tea.

The tea soothed her but it never helped her get back to sleep. It was pleasant though, and she sipped at it while she flicked through a list of stories on different channels on YouTube. She’d found a few people that read out stories in a variety of genres, and she liked to listen to them when she needed to sleep. It was enough to distract her brain and help her get to sleep sometimes.

She’d grown up in a household where most technologies were something she saw on television or outside of the home. She’d had some things from school, but they’d never been hers, it was just stuff for school. After that, there’d been no money to pay for fancy smartphones or computers. Internet would have been another bill she would have had to pay, so she’d done without it.

Now, she was discovering there were things she could do that she could have never dreamed about doing. It was amazing, but right now, she just wanted to sleep. It would be nice to not have to walk around like a zombie, trying to function with zero energy.

She listened to the story as it played until everything faded into black. Sleep came at last, and when Anton gently draped a blanket over her, she didn’t feel it. She also wasn’t aware of how he stood guard at the windows, watching the darkness, because he’d seen that slight movement as well. He wasn’t certain it was trouble, but his job was to protect her now, for Matteo. He would not slack in his duty.

The poor woman had been through enough and he felt for her. He watched until the sun came up and Matteo came down to start breakfast. Anton held a finger to his lips when he spotted his boss, and Matteo nodded.

They both went into the kitchen and spoke softly.