Page 55 of Mafia Heiress
With thoughts of Ciro still inside my head, I soap up, taking the time to make sure I get every inch of myself clean. My nipples are still hard and the slight brushing of my hands over them causes a surge of desire to go through me.
I make my way down to my core, water splashing over me. My fingers glide into my soft flesh and the desire amps up. I pump in and out of myself a few times, my slick coating all of me. What I wouldn’t do to have another set of hands right now.
I clutch the wall and hold on as my hand thrusts faster and faster. The thought of Ciro’s cock inside of me brings me to the edge. A slight noise sounds to the right and I pop my eyes open stilling my hand.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I scream, shutting the water off and grabbing a towel off the hook.
“I didn’t want to leave it the way we did. I should have explained more things to you,” Vito says, not an apologetic look anywhere.
“And your next thought was to come into my bathroom and watch me shower?”
I yank the towel over me and slam the shower door open before passing him into the room. My anger is coming out of me in waves and if I wasn’t soaking wet and naked right now I’d punch him in the dick.
Throwing open my closet door, I walk in and shut it behind me. The automatic lights go on as I riffle through my panty drawer trying to find a matching set.
A pair of skinny jeans go on next with a white boy-friend tee. I slip on a pair of no-show socks and wrap the towel around my hair. Marching back into the bedroom I glare at the fuckhead sitting on my unmade bed
“I’m sorry. I should have waited out here. It’s just...I um...heard you moaning and…”
“Not only are you a liar, you’re a creep now too. The plea for you to be a part of my team is looking more and more like it won’t work.”
“Could you fucking ignore it if you knew the hottest girl you ever seen was getting off in the shower? I don’t think so.”
“Since I’m not into girls, I think I could manage, but just because your dick is leading you around doesn’t mean you get to be inappropriate.”
I throw the cover up toward the headboard and start making the bed, pulling sheets up and forcing him to get his ass off. He looks startled, but I’m too angry to care.
“I’m ready to answer your questions. At first I didn’t think you’d understand, but now that I’ve gotten to know you a bit, I think you could understand. At least the principal of it all.”
“Vito, honestly, I don’t care anymore. You’ll never be a part of this group,” I say it with finality, fluffing the pillows and making sure the comforter is straight.
“Give me time to explain, please.”
I pause looking him right in the face. As much as I’m angry, there is something underneath it all. Something my heart can’t ignore. I may be a hardass and willing to kill for my family, but I am a decent person and I see when people are hurting.
“You have until I finish the bed.”
I grab the throw pillows from the floor and begin to organize them. I’m a pillow person so there are more than is considered normal.
“My father is in trouble. He’s been the head of the family for a long time, but now he’s sick and the sharks are circling. They think he’s easy prey. I need your support to keep the Family in charge and to protect us. It’s the only way I could think of to save us.”
Rounding the other side of the bed, I nudge him out of the way to straighten the other pillows. He steps back but I don’t miss the sadness in his eyes. If my father was dying, I’d do anything to help him, even if he is an asshole.
“Why not just say it? Was it so hard?”
“Show no weakness. It’s the number one rule my father taught me. We can’t afford for more people to find out.”
Sighing, I add the last pillow and straighten to face him, hands on my hips. “I’m not sure I can trust you, Vito. I don’t take this shit lightly. I’m going to have to think about it. Maybe we can form an alliance instead.”
The sadness doesn’t leave his face, but the fear that was lying beneath seems to have faded.
“Thank you. If it’s what I get for lying I’ll take it. I can’t afford to lose everything to the worst people in Sin City. They’re more than just mobsters. They have ambitions that don’t aline with what I stand for.”
“Like what?”
“Girls mostly. We’re close enough to Mexico that it’s a straight run.”
“Sex trafficing?”
