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“Someone like Enzo?” she asked quietly.
I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning back against the headboard. Enzo was a good choice. The only choice for Elle currently. But I had yet to broach the subject with her. I knew how she felt about dating mafia men. But he was someone I had grown to trust. Someone who I had trained myself. I knew how he thought and I knew he liked Elle. They had always got on in a friendly way and I was convinced if she gave him a chance, he could make her happy. But she was stubborn and didn’t like to be told what was best for her. Just like me.
“Yes. I am not going to force her to date him. I will never do that to her. But he is someone who could protect and care for her the way she needs. Perhaps, you could talk to her?”
Liv laughed, shaking her head. “Elle does what Elle wants. She won’t listen to anyone else. And she is pretty adamant on the whole ‘no mafia men’ requirement.” Liv turned around, her stunning green and gold eyes melting into mine as she slipped her hand down my ripped torso towards my dick.
“I have no idea why though,” she teased, biting her lip as she took me into her hand. “My experience has been extremely satisfying.”
I spun us around until she was under my huge frame and I nudged open her thighs with mine. “Is that so, Mrs Buccini? You like a dangerous man between your legs?”
“Only one dangerous man in particular,” she husked with a seductive smile. I shoved myself inside her heavenly pussy, her walls clenching around me immediately as she moaned loudly.
“Good answer,” I groaned as I dived for her lips, devouring them like a ravenous beast who hadn’t just had my fill a mere hour ago. I would never ever tire of this. Of her. With my hands threaded through her hair and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, I started slamming in and out of her body with vigorous thrusts, needing to consume every part of her again and again. My phone started vibrating on the bedside table and I ignored it, swirling my tongue against hers as she gasped and dug her nails into my shoulders while I increased my speed. The phone stopped and I took my weight onto my hands as I hooked her legs up around my neck, hitting that perfect spot inside my girl that made her scream my name in abandonment. The phone started again and I growled, hitting it off the bedside table. I specifically told my men I was on my honeymoon and all matters of urgency were to be directed to Maximus. So only he or my family would dare call me now.
Sitting back on my heels, I wrapped my arms around her legs as I felt her inner walls pulsing and squeezing my dick as I hammered into her harder again. The headboard rocked, slamming against the wooden interior of our cabin as Liv screamed my name, coming hard and taking me with her. As I collapsed on top of her heaving chest, I heard my phone start up again.
“Fucksake!” I roared, leaning down to the floor to retrieve it, seeing it was Max. “Bad fucking timing, cugino!”
“Sorry Boss, but this is urgent,” his tone was sharp and I could detect his fury. I pulled out of Liv and gave her an apologetic look as I quickly kissed her lips and slipped on some shorts.
“I’ll be back in a second. Sorry, Bambola,” she blew me a kiss as she curled up on the bed with a blissful sigh and I smiled. As long as my wife had her orgasm, she was a happy woman. I stepped outside of the cabin and placed my phone to my ear again, making my way towards the back deck of the yacht. “It better be fucking urgent; I was balls deep in my wife when you were hellbent on interrupting me.”
“It’s Veril. He’s pulled out of the contract.”
I froze, staring out at the horizon over the blue blanket of ocean that surrounded me. Veril was one of the biggest drug lords in the Columbian channels using Venice as a gateway. I had been trying to secure a deal with him for years, but he was a hard man to track down. I had finally managed to get him to consider a contract with me last week after months of negotiations. This was the fucking worst news I could possibly be given.
“You’re fucking with me?” I raged. I wouldn’t put it past my cousin to play pranks on me, but this was one that would not go down well.
“I wish I fucking was, Gio. I got news this morning. His second-in-command rang to speak to you and when I said you weren’t available, he told me the deal was off. Veril had a better offer and as you aren’t around to counter it, he’s out.”
“Fuck!” I roared, running my hand through my messy black hair. “Why the fuck didn’t you ring me sooner!”
“I tried! Balls deep remember?”
“What other offer? Who would have given him a better deal than we did?”
“He didn’t say. I know it’s your honeymoon and shit but if we have any chance of sorting this out, you need to come home.”
I ran my hand down my face. Fuck, Liv would be pissed, but Max was right. This was too crazy good of a deal to let go. This would have brought the family millions a year and more importantly, I needed to know who caused him to pull out of the contract because that could change everything.
“I’ll be back in a few hours.” Hanging up, I gripped the metal railing of the deck and hung my head between my arms. Not only had my honeymoon been cut short but I had just lost the biggest business investment I had made in my career. Whoever was responsible was going to fucking pay. That’s for sure.
Honest Truth
“You look like a lobster.”
I squinted open my eyes behind my sunglasses as I stared up at the large figure who was blocking my tanning rays. I waved my hand at Finn dismissively to move away from the dipping sun before I lost the last few precious rays of the day. He stepped back and took a seat sideways on the sun lounger next to me and I turned my head to drink him in. He wasn’t wearing the usual all-black soldier outfit he was required to wear on duty and was in ripped jeans and a tight blue striped T-shirt that clung to his enormous biceps, showing off his tattooed forearms. His jaw was decorated with light stubble and his brown eyes twinkled with amusement as he caught me checking him out.
“Why do all the best men have to be gay?” I groaned, turning my head back to the sky and sighing heavily. He chuckled in response.
“You know if I were straight, you wouldn’t want me, right?”
I pulled down my sunglasses to the end of my nose and glared at him over the rim. “I would!”
“No, you wouldn’t. Because you, Elenora Buccini, always want what you can’t have. If I was available to you, you wouldn’t be interested.”
“Not true! I more than likely wouldn’t want you because you work for my brother.”
