Page 4 of Second in Command
Silence clouds the vehicle, as Francesca places her lips on top of mine, kissing me tenderly. Her soft tongue pressing through to meet mine.
I can’t resist, my hands move on their own accord down her back, and onto her butt. I squeeze, and she moans into my mouth, driving me wild.
I know she could feel the excitement between my legs, because she wasted no time grinding against it. My mind was filled to the brim with impure thoughts, but all I could see was theCapo, Vincenzo Benedetti—holding a gun to my head—and her father banishing me from the manor. These people don’t joke around when it comes to their loved ones, and Francesca being the apple of her father’s eye, would be problem enough.
I couldn’t stop.
Francesca lifted herself, and began unbuttoning my belt, pants and pulling me out.
“Shit,” she breathes, as she takes me all in with her eyes.
I was pulsating in her hands, begging to succumb to her. She placed it at her entrance, and my hands wrap around her waist. Francesca grins, before lowering herself onto me. We both let out a breath, and she arches her back, her eyes closed as she grinds against me.
I grip onto her waist tightly, as if steadying myself. Her walls wrap around my dick tugging, and squeezing at it. Francesca’s moan fills the quiet car, as she lifts and places herself down onto my growth, over and again.
“Oh,” I gulp, resting my head on the head rest of my carseat.
“Don’t you dare,” she gasps, her breathing growing shallow. I could tell she was close.
I held back for as long as I could, and tear open her damn halter dress to expose her breasts bouncing around with every movement. My mouth darts to her nipple jiggling in front of my face and suck on it as hard as I could.
She cried out at the same time that I rammed myself into her, releasing all the built-up tension.
It takes us a moment to recuperate, and she climbs off of me, blowing out a loud breath on the passenger side. Francesca’s hands run through her hair.
Amazing as it was, the impending dread fills my body.
I start the car, and turn it around. Francesca turns to face me, a frown on her face.
“W-what’re you doing?”
“I think it’s best I take you home,” I reply curtly.
“Enzo,” she calls incredulously, but I don’t reply. I felt as if I had betrayed everyone I knew.
The entire ride back was silent, and once I parked outside her house, I stared straight ahead.
“We’re not strangers,” she scoffs, “I think you’re overreacting a tad bit.”
“We’re not strangers, true, but you don’t know me—you justfuckedme. What would Vincenzo think, what about your father? I could loseeverything. I could lose my life.”
“Okay . . .” she drawls, “but you won’t because they’ll never know.”
“This was a mistake. A crazy . . . Unexpected mistake, and it can’t happen again.”
“But what if it does?” She asks, batting her eyelashes.
“Not funny.”
Francesca doesn’t seem to take me seriously as she fans out her nails in front of her face, and fixes her upper dress.
We reach the Donato residence with a guard at the gate. The soldier recognizes me, takes one look at her, and then motions to open the gate. We drive in, slowly encircling the driveway up to her front door. Another two guards at the entrance, I open my car door and walk around to let her out.
I don’t bother to wait around, say goodbye, or ask to see her later. I leave her there, and drive off in a huff.
I knew deep down inside that this wouldn’t be the last time she had me—cause if I had to be honest with myself—I wanted her too.
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