Page 53 of The Don

“I had some unfinished business.” I shrug out of my shirt and begin to unbuckle my belt. “I suggest you go to your room now.”

Eliza’s face softens, but her eyes are trained on my body. “They weren’t Adrian’s men.” It’s clear to me that Eliza has seen and heard enough while she was with Adrian to be able to read my mood easily. “I’d never seen them before, Ruben.”

“They needed to be handled.”

“Because of me?” Eliza’s blue eyes find mine. Her hands wring together as she waits for my answer.

“Because of Adrian,” I admit. “And because one of them said something I didn’t like.”

She steps forward and with shaking hands slowly places them on my chest. Eliza worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she stares at me. “He said something about me, right?”

“Yes.”

There’s a long pause between us, and if Eliza doesn’t move away from me, I’m afraid my self-control will be brought to the brink. “What did he say?” she asks as her hands slip further down my torso.

I can’t let this happen, not yet. Eliza freaked out when I went down on her. She’s clearly not ready for more.

My heart is beating fast as my cock stirs in my pants, desperate to be buried inside her. God, I want her on her knees, sucking me as tears spill from her eyes knowing she’s got my cock in her mouth not because she has to, but because she wants to. I wrap my hands around her wrists, stopping her from advancing toward my hardening cock. “What he said is of no concern to you.” Her blazing blue eyes lock onto mine. “He’s been dealt with.”

Her jaw jumps but she manages a small smile. “Thank you,” she whispers.

I lift her right hand and kiss the pad below her thumb, then repeat it with the left hand. Eliza’s breath hitches when I move her hands close to my chest. “You should leave,” I repeat in a lower voice.

Her chest is heaving, her breathing rapid. “I...” Eliza pauses while her eyes scan down my body.

“Leave, now.” With every second she’s in my room looking at me the way she is, my resistance is falling. I won’t be that man. I won’t take her when she’s not ready.

With a weakened tug of her hands, she steps backward. Eliza’s lips part and a ragged breath escapes her mouth. She takes another step backward, skirts around me, and leaves my bedroom.

I link my fingers together and place them on my head as I walk over to the window overlooking the garden. A pain shoots through my side where the stitches pull. “Fuck,” I grumble as I lower my hands and continue staring out the window.

Storm runs out and Eliza follows him. I watch my girl for a moment before I turn and head into the bathroom.

With the water running hot, I step under the stream, close my eyes, and tilt my head up. Eliza’s sultry blue eyes flash in my mind. Her breath hitching as she lowers her gaze to look at my body makes my cock harden. I grab onto my dick and tug at it, though my hand is a poor substitute for her mouth or pussy. “Ruben,” she whispers as she sinks to her knees. Eliza licks at the tip and smiles up at me. “Delicious.” She arches a brow and runs her tongue around the head, licking and sucking before her mouth deep-throats my cock.

I lace my hand into Eliza’s hair and guide her on the way I want her to suck me. “That’s it, take all of me.” I run my thumb over her cheek. She gags when I’m deep in her throat. “Such a good girl,” I praise and see her smile. “Take me further, Amorina.” Tears spill from her eyes, but her amazing mouth takes me deeper. Her lips are nearly on my balls I’m so far down the back of her throat. Her eyes roll shut and she snakes a hand between her legs to find her own release. “No touching,” I say, forcing her to open her eyes and remove her hand. “I want my cum dripping out of your mouth.” Eliza’s eyes smile at me before she closes them and concentrates on my desires.

My girl is sucking me with everything she has. She’s perfect. On her knees, eyes closed, mouth working me like I’m her last meal. Eliza moves her hand to cup my balls, applying just enough pressure as she rolls them to force me to brace against the shower wall.

“That’s my good girl,” I say. Her moan vibrates around my cock, causing my balls to draw up. “Your mouth is amazing.” She smiles and increases her sucking and slurping. Eliza pulls back as she grazes her teeth the length of my cock. She sucks on the head and I grip her hair with force. “Take everything I fucking give you.” I pump my hips into her face. I release my load into her mouth, making my girl gurgle as she drinks all of me in. “You’re so fucking perfect.” Residual cum drips from the corner of her lips. I wipe it away with my thumb and force it into her mouth. “You missed some.”

“Thank you,” she says and sucks on my thumb.

I open my eyes to find ribbons of cum against the bathroom wall and my cock in my hand. What a fucking shame she isn’t here to have taken me. But at the same time, there’s no way she could’ve handled my cock being jammed down her throat.

Inhaling a deep breath, I forcefully push the fantasy out of my mind, or I’ll find myself seeking my girl out so I can fuck her. “She’s not ready,” I grumble with disappointment.

I finish washing myself, but all I can think about is seeing her naked, waiting and ready for me. I’d like to walk out of my bathroom and find her naked and spread open on the bed. “Fuck.” I have to stop.

Once dressed, I take a few moments to compose myself—she’s not yet ready to be ravaged.

I straighten my tie and pull my shoulders back as I walk out of my bedroom. “Maria,” I say as I enter the kitchen to find her cooking something that smells amazing.

“Are the clothes in your bedroom, Signore?”

“They are.” She gives me a curt nod. “Coffee in my office.”

“Si.” She returns her attention to the pot on the range, and I head toward my office.

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