Tempted By The Mafia Boss

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Mimi

“You like it?” Salvatore says looking at the shelves.

They’re black and sleek with a polish to it that gives it a shine.

“I love it,” I tell him with a smile.

Working in here today with Salvatore has provided a distraction from the picture of Mom. It’s keeping my mind from wandering. My thoughts are still there, I’m trying to prioritize give the situation with Stephanou.

“You sure you like it? I don’t know if it should have a matt or gloss finish to match the rest of the office.” He looks around and I do too.

I look and I can’t believe the place is mine.

The office is pretty much done. He painted it a salmon pink color. The black shelves blend perfectly with the new desk and office chair.

“Salvatore this is amazing. I love it. You can’t get much better than this and this is all so much more than I was going to do. I didn’t know you were so good with your hands.” I didn’t mean to say it like that, but it just came out that way and of course he snaps his gaze around to me and gives me an incredulous glare.

“Excuse me?” he asks with narrowed eyes. “Say that again.”

“I just meant I didn’t know you could do all this stuff. I’ve never seen you make anything.”

“I made you a treehouse when you were eight.”

I burst out laughing. “Salvatore you stole Mrs. Hubbleback’s dog house and nailed it to the oak tree in the yard.”

“Did you fit inside it?”

“Yes. I was like three feet tall of course I fit inside it.”

“Good, so I can file that as having made the treehouse. If it worked then it worked and no one can say otherwise baby.” He gives me a wolfish grin.

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I make a move to go through the door but he catches my waist and pulls me back.

He closes the door, locking us into privacy.

Outside that door is a reminder of the situation at hand. There are six men heavily guarding inside and outside the restaurant. Two inside, four outside stationed around the perimeter of the building. All his men.

I didn’t even know he had men. I always saw him at the club and it’s like everything else is just details.

We’ve been like this all day. It’s night now and I know he was just waiting for the perfect moment for us to have each other.

He pulls me closer and kisses me hard and rough.

“I think it’s time to remind you just how good I can be with my hands,” he says filling his palms with my breasts. I swat his hands away playfully.

“Here? With them outside?” My cheeks burn.

“Like fuck. I don’t fucking care who’s outside. They’re going to have to deal with us. Come here.” He slips his hand behind my head and pulls me back for a kiss that turns hungry within seconds. Hot liquid kisses push reality to the deepest corners of my mind. The effect wipes my brain clean along with the tease of his fingers rubbing over my nipples.

He kisses away all the pent up stress and worries inside me.

Moving from my mouth he trails a line of kisses down my neck until he gets to the edge of my top. Moving down he sucks my breasts through the cotton fabric and gives me a wicked smile.

“I need to suck your tits baby, haven’t had those in my mouth in forever.”

“What do you call this morning?” I ask. He had me two times before we left the house and both times he feasted on my breasts like he was feeding on me.

“I call it forever. I will taste these then lean you over the desk and fuck you. Today is about pleasure, are you game?” he asks, his voice husky and sexy, carnal with hunger.

He searches my eyes for an answer. As if I could say no.

“I’m game,” I tell him.

Without another word, he picks me up and sets me on top of the desk.

“This desk is perfect for fucking,” he states and in a way it reminds me of the padded table in the sex dungeon at the club. It’s the right height and positions me perfectly for him to do all he wants to me.

He lifts my top over my head and my hair comes tumbling down my shoulders in a mass of gold, loosening from the high messy bun.

A sinful smile lights up his face as he snaps open the little clasp holding my bra together in one quick flick, freeing my breasts from the tight grasp.

Instantly I’m wet when I see the molten look of desire brim within his magnetic eyes and my pussy ignores the turmoil that’s shaken me from last night, giving in to the glorious man in front of me who wants to devour me.

I place my hands back on the desk either side of me and his mouth closes over my left nipple. The sensation of his hot, sexy mouth electrifies me.

The wild suckle starts and I get lost in it. It takes seconds before I come undone and have to grip onto his thick, powerfully built masculine shoulders.

He gives me a disarming grin and sucks harder, sucking, tasting and teasing.

Alternating from one breast to the other as mindless moans of pleasure fall from my lips. Helpless sounds of how much I want this man.

Need him.

I need him. When I’m with him I forget everything and the world could be perfect. I believe the world is perfect when I’m with him.

A crackle of energy passes between us, hot and raw, stirring the never ending sexual desire to life.

Warmth floods between my legs and his nearness, the scent of him, the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips, his touch awakens every pore of my body.

He leaves my nipples dark pink, taut and glistening from his mouth as he resumes kissing the ample flesh of the swells. He then runs his tongue down the valley of my cleavage making a sensual path as he works his way over my skin.

I forget where we are and all I’m aware of is him.

Just him.

A spike of heat hits me low in my groin, making my pussy clench with need, want and desire and a throaty purr of satisfaction leaves my lips. It falls and heightens.

He pushes my little skirt up my waist and I raise my hips to help him.

“This hot as fuck skirt stays on.” He chuckles deep and low. I don’t hear him though. As far as I’m concerned he can do what the hell ever he wants to me.

I smile when he pulls my panties down my legs and slips off my ballerina pumps from my feet.

“Baby open your pretty pussy for me,” he says and I feel like coming right there from the rawness of his words.

I do as he says. Lifting my legs up onto the desk, I part my pussy lips and he dives in, licking over the hard sensitive nub of my clit, giving the same attention he gave my breasts.

He licks and sucks and teases. My hands slip away and I have to grasp onto him again when a blast of pleasure surges through me.

Fuck, I’m coming. I can’t take it. I can’t last. I won’t.

“I’m coming….” I moan.

He answers with a laugh and continues to eat me out. I writhe against him and he sends a series of short licks over my clit that pushes me over the edge. I’m there then I go over and I give in to the wild release that takes me hard and sure. Claiming and possessing me.

I cry out, throwing my head back as I come on his face and he drinks.

Fucking hell. How can it feel different every, single, time?

He drinks and laps up everything that flows from me and I allow him to.

He straightens up, whips off his shirt and I allow myself the pleasure of roaming over his hard muscles. I touch him, loving the feel of him, but what rivals that is loving the sight of him undoing his pants and allowing his cock to spring free.

Just like he said he would, he picks me up off the desk and bends me over it giving my ass a hard slap that jolts my body forward and my breasts bounce.

I moan but suck in a sharp breath when he grabs my hips, slides the fat head of his cock over my entrance and slams into my pussy.

Instantly he starts moving inside me, fucking.

With him it’s always raw and ready. Nothing slow, gradual, or measured. He just goes. The only pace is fast and faster, then hard fucking as he pounds into me.

The prep was his divine foreplay that’s definitely gotten my body ready for him.

I grab on to the desk to keep some grasp on reality. To keep myself from falling over or falling into the ether.

The blissful flow of wild energy takes me with the heated pleasure as hunger matches hunger.

My need for him pulses through my soul and I’m there again. My pussy clenches around his shaft and I know he won’t be able to keep the control he usually exerts.

Neither of us can. I can’t. I come first, again.

I come and I come and I come and my head is spinning with the wild recklessness. I cry out and I can’t control the sounds that slips from me.

I know there are people outside the office and they’re most likely listening in. They were told to stay where they are, so they’re not moving.

Salvatore is Salvatore though. Man of control and anyone following his lead has to do as he says, including me. I submit to him automatically and I like him being in control of me. I like his wild dark fantasies and that a man like him can have such fantasies of me.

He jackhammers to his release and I savor the feel of him fucking me, then the spray of hot cum flooding my walls. It’s an experience I can’t quite forget. It’s warm and primal, sexy, just like him.

His pumps slow to a languid pace and he stills.

He stills and runs his hands along my back and down my thighs.

“You feel so good Mimi. Fuck…” he growls and takes his time pulling out.

“You… feel good too,” I pant.

I can’t move. I stay there for a few seconds until I feel him cleaning me and I look back to see him wiping at the cum that’s run down my legs.

I smile back at him and he spins me around to face him.

“Jesus H. I want more,” he husks, pulling me in for a kiss. He does that insanely hot thing I love by tugging on my bottom lip and we start kissing again.

I want more too. More of him.

The flicker of light however, pulls us apart and then it cuts out leaving only the subtle lights from the electric sockets on the walls.

He pulls back and looks around, cautious.

“I’m gonna check that out then we’ll go home,” he states.

“Let me get dressed quickly.”

“You know I wouldn’t mind taking you on that desk again in the dark,” he muses, grabbing a handful of my ass.

I laugh and playfully back away from him. “It’s my turn to have you and I want you in the hot tub,” I tell him.

I can’t really see him all that well but I see his smile.

“Okay Babygirl. You can have me in the hot tub.”

We get dressed quickly and step out of the office.

Instantly, I see that the light is only out in my office and the lighting is fine out here.

The men are sitting over by the corner.

And, so is Dad.

Dad who looks me over with disdain.

Christ… did he hear us?

Judging from the cautious looks on the men’s faces I just know they heard and the look on my father’s face tells me he most likely did too.

Shit… but actually, I don’t care.

Salvatore had his arm around me and he didn’t let me go when he saw Dad.

We stop by the counter and Dad comes over to us, assuming his business presence. It’s the same presence I’ve been used to my whole life when he’s with any of the Giordano men.

“Mr. Cipriani,” Salvatore states, greeting Dad in that cool casual manner even though he holds his own business presence.

“Salvatore Giordano. Haven’t seen you in a long time,” dad answers and there’s nothing pleasant about his tone.

“No… I guess not.” Salvatore narrows his eyes. “Been busy.”

The way he says that has a lingering effect that makes my cheeks burn because it’s clear he’s been busy with me.

Although he couldn’t care less who heard us in the office, I know he also doesn’t care what my father thinks.

He’s not the guy you bring home to your parents but if you did he wouldn’t try to be anything other than himself. That’s him right now and Dad doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like the fact that the Giordanos own his ass no matter which one it is.

“Baby, I’ll be back in a second. Make sure your father gets a drink, or something. Make him less tense.” Salvatore moves away and I sense that dad’s so tense he could snap like a twig being stepped on.

He waits for Salvatore to go through the door that leads down to the power room before he faces me.

He faces me and disappointment and worry is all over his face.

“Hi Dad, didn’t expect you here, again,” I say.

“I came to check on you. I’m sure you must be aware of what’s happening.” He cuts a glance toward the empty trail Salvatore left.

“I’m quite all right. Safe. Salvatore is here with me, been with me all day,” I inform him.

“Right, I’m sure he has.” He seethes and bites down hard on his back teeth. “Mimi… you aren’t a child, a long way from it and over the years I’ve tried to give you your freedom to be an adult, but there comes a time when a father has to take a stand. Now is the time. Now that there’s all manner of danger and shit I don’t want my girl caught up in.”

“Dad, please, not tonight.” I shake my head at him. I don’t want this tonight. Not when last night had my head spinning. I’m looking at him now and I’m thinking of Mom.

If he didn’t know about the affair with William Russo, showing him the picture of Mom would crush him. He loved her so much. I think though he should have let her go and be happy with someone else rather than what happened.

He thinks she killed herself because of him. Maybe it wasn’t.

I don’t want to think about this now. I don’t. It’s too hard because it’s confusing.

“Mimi, I don’t approve of you being with any of those men,” Dad says lowering his voice a notch.

“I don’t care… that’s not for you to decide. He’s my choice. I want to be with him.”

He winces and frowns. “You’re… in love with him. Aren’t you?” His tone is heavy with disapproval.

It’s a question that hits me and one I don’t think I should be confirming to him.

This morning was the first Salvatore and I spoke of love. It was nice. I’ve never had that with anybody and I want it with him.

Right now I feel I owe it to him to answer my father so he doesn’t just think I’m spreading my legs to have this restaurant.

“Yes. Yes I am,” I answer stealing my spine.

“Mimi… Maria, you don’t know what you’re doing, you really don’t. Maybe this would change your mind.” Before his words can sting, he pulls out a check from his pocket.

He takes my hand and places it in the palm and my heart stills when I see five million written on it.

“Take the money Mimi, and trust me when I say it’s better if you aren’t associated with Salvatore Giordano. Take the money, give him back whatever he’s given to you and stop seeing him,” Dad says, his face hard and unyielding.

Tears sting the back of my eyes. I can’t believe what he’s saying to me.

What I do next though shows me I’ve come a long way from weeks ago. I’ve come a long way from months ago and if I had any doubt in my mind that I could heal after what Gabe put me through it fades.

It fades as I take my father’s hand and place the check right back there.

My actions stun him.

“No,” I say barely above a whisper. “I won’t. I can’t. It doesn’t matter what happens between me and him, I’m not taking money from you to stop seeing him. I love you Dad and I don’t want you to think I’m some slut taking money from men so I can get what I want. It wasn’t about that and you can’t pay me not to see the boy you know I’ve always loved.”

It’s true. No matter what happened over the years and the paths Salvatore and I have taken that force between us was there.

Dad closes his eyes and he doesn’t answer me.

Worry is all I can see on his face as he turns and walks away from me.

Worry and his actions show how much he disapproves.

I remember seeing that look before. Just not with me.

I was hiding at the time so he wouldn’t have seen me.

He looked just like that when Mom asked him for a divorce.