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He leans down and kisses my cheek. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I’m going to place an order and have it delivered. When it gets here we’ll eat on the couch in front of the television. For now I’m going to change.”
As he walks away, I sigh. Fuck. How long before I break down and tell him I love him? And what will he say when I do?
While we’re waiting for dinner, he gets a call. “One minute,” he says as he goes into his office.
I’m smiling over him, ordering both spaghetti and meatballs and chicken parmigiana. His order is for linguini and clams. I spread everything out on the coffee table.
He walks in just when I give up and am sitting down. “Everything okay?”
His jaw clenches tight as he sits down. Ignoring the food, his elbows go down on his knees. Clasping his hands together, he stares down at them. “I don’t like talking about what I do with you. It’s dirty and dark and you are pure and light. I don’t want it getting on you. I wanted my home to be separate from work. Not to touch you and our children. I would have given every dime I have for you to have never even held a gun, let alone fired one and killed someone with it. Seeing you with a gun to your head…”
Setting down my plate, I press a finger to his lips as I lean into him. “I hated the mafia life. I didn’t want anything to do with it. There was nothing anyone could have told me to make me accept it. It had to be as ugly and violent and terrifying as being beaten and almost raped and left for dead on a country road in the middle of nowhere to accept it didn’t matter what I wanted; deep down, this life is a part of who I am. The Outfit or Bratva, a rose by any other name is still the same. I tried being normal, a civilian fighting against it, and I hated it. I might be light to you, I will always try to give you the light you need, but you putting me in the dark is taking you away from me. It’s you who makes me happy enough to be light.”
The sigh that comes out of him is heavy. “All right. You win.”
I press my lips to his. “We win.”
His kiss is gentle, a seal of our agreement. He talks about the phone call. The truck delivering a shipment of weed to his brothers in Philadelphia had slid off the highway in the rain and needed someone to help him immediately, before Highway Patrol stopped to see if they could do anything.
While we eat we watch the show, but it isn’t as good as I hoped, so once we’re done Milos hands me the remote to let me find something else. We agree on a movie. Milos settles into the corner of the couch.
He catches me staring. “What?”
I bite my lip, worried it will sound clingy.
A rough hand wraps around my hair. “Use your words,kotyonok.”
“I want to watch the movie in your lap—”
Before I can finish, I’m in his lap with his arms wrapped tightly around me. “This work for you?”
I snuggle into him, inhaling deeply. “Perfect.”
The movie isn’t any better, it doesn’t keep our attention. Halfway through when I’ve yawned for the second time, the hand over my stomach slips down, covering my aching core.
“You watching the movie, baby?” he whispers in my ear.
Shaking my head, I lift my hips, welcoming his touch.
“I can smell your cunt wet for me.” I moan at the way his fingers tease me over my panties. Then the panties are gone, leaving me sighing in relief.
He slides down to lie flat on his back, leaving me sitting on his lower stomach. Grasping my hips, he lifts me up over him. I think he’s going to put me on his cock but he lowers me over his face. “Ride my face like you ride my cock.”
Scared of suffocating him or something, I try to stay up on my knees, but Milos won’t let me. His hands slide under my ass, opening me wider, bringing me further down on him. I give up, allowing him to control me. It never matters if I’m on top, Milos is always in control. I welcome it, glory in it.
I hit my climax in minutes as he works his tongue over my clit and his fingers inside me. Only Milos isn’t done, not even close. This time he cruelly uses his teeth over my sensitive clit as those fingers move from inside my dripping core, into my tight ass. I shatter as I fight for air, trying not to go under. Those fingers don’t leave my ass as he sends his tongue deep then sucks on my inner lips. He’s nowhere near my clit when three fingers fuck me and send me crashing into a climax so intense I shatter with a scream.
His fingers never stop moving in my ass, forcing my orgasm to extend to a point I feel like I’m breaking apart.Please, I’m begging him to stop.It’s too intense, please, no more. But Milos fucks my ass harder, faster and fuck him no, no I lose the fight and my whole body shudders as I fall over him. Sinking into the blackness.
Chapter33
Celia
At the bankthe next day, the personal banker is stumbling over himself to help me. I thought I was going to just withdraw all the cash they would allow me. However, he talks me into moving the money into an account with a secured debit card that didn’t have a name on it. It was some kind of thing parents did with their kids in college, they could move money as needed without the kid having to show identification in case they didn’t have it and they didn’t have their own checking account. They didn’t recommend it often in case the card was lost because anyone could use it. It’s perfect.
I should feel guilty, the money in the account is Milo’s. The money I was given every month as a stipend was more than I could need. What I didn’t spend over the four years is now almost twenty thousand dollars.
When I get to the dressmaker the place is empty of everyone but the dressmaker and her assistant. Her words confirm what I hoped, Carlo asked her to close for Carina’s appointment in an hour. She’s fearful when I tell her the plan but agrees to help me and Carina. Like I knew there was in the old building, she shows me a passageway that goes from her store into the one next door. From that store there’s a passageway that leads out of the building off the street.
