Repaying the Mafia’s Dept

Emelia

Earlier, when I first saw him on the beach, my thoughts immediately jumped to the plan of escape. Get him to trust me, and it would open the door to freedom.

All the ideas that came to me over the last few days came rushing back to my mind, and I saw my chance.

A chance that faded the second he spoke those words and I no longer felt like the nothing he described me to be.

Desire flickered in the depths of his eyes. Compelling and magnetic, it reeled me in like bait, and I could no longer bridle my curiosity or the attraction I felt for him.

Now, he lingers before me, inches away from my lips, waiting for me to give him my first kiss. Something I know he could take, he could easily steal from me.

What I’m looking at is a door. A door that could open the path to my escape. Be his, get him exactly where I want, then leave. Just like Candace said. Flee and never look back.

The door is open, but what I see inside, on that path that could be my freedom, is something else that lures me and entices my curiosity.

He wants me. That’s what I see. I see want and desire for me. He wants me, and not because he wants to screw with Dad, or even to screw with me.

I’ve never had a man like him look at me the way he is, and I’ve never been able to look at someone and see so plainly what they truly want.

The confirmation of the thought sends a shiver of arousal spiraling through my body. It sparks my nerves and ignites wild heat through my entire being.

He moves even closer, beckoning me to come to him. When I do, thoughts of escape flee from my mind. Everything I previously thought is replaced by the desire to taste him.

It’s me who closes the space between us. Me who gives it to him. My first kiss.

As my lips touch his, fire burns straight through to my soul.

He’s forbidden to me, my enemy, my captor, but it feels as if I should have always been kissing him.

Pleasure rouses passion, strong and unrelenting, making the kiss turn hungry, then greedy in seconds. That’s when I lose my mind.

Lust burns my brain. I moan into his hard, searching mouth. He takes advantage to sweep his tongue over mine. Passion sings through my veins.

We’re kissing.

We’re actually kissing, and I don’t want him to stop.

I want him to keep kissing me.

When he smoothes his hand behind my head to deepen the kiss, I don’t want him to stop touching me either.

I savor him. Deep down, knowing this forbidden moment is one I shouldn’t enjoy.

His hands roam over my face, then down my neck, down to my chest, where they squeeze my breasts. I moan out so loud the sound embarrasses me.

My naked flesh touches his, and as I kiss him, he feels like mine. Massimo feels like he belongs to me too. Whenever I imagined what my first kiss would be like, I didn’t imagine this.

And when I imagined what it would be like to kiss this man, there’s no way I thought I would feel like this. Like part of me has lost my damn mind, while the other part… that part of me craves him so much I ache.

The ache resonates from deep inside my core and cascades over my body, making me crave his touch. Making me want more.

We kiss until the world fades into the background and everything goes with it. All I feel is pleasure. A primal need for him to take me.

His lips trail down to my neck. Up my ear. He leans close and brushes his lips over my lobe, his breath a gentle caress on my soul. His lips travel down to my breasts, and he starts sucking my nipples. The exhilarating sensation makes my pussy clench. I already feel close to orgasm. He sucks hard and slips his finger deep inside my pussy, pumping in and out.

I gasp and grab his powerful shoulders, feeling solid muscle beneath my fingertips. I didn’t know muscles could feel like that. He starts alternating from one breast to the other, giving me unimaginable pleasure. It feels so damn good. I come moments later, and as he continues pumping into me, I feel like I’m at the brink yet again.

He bends down and buries his face between my thighs, lapping over my already swollen clit, licking and drinking up my juices. He grabs my ass while he continues his feast and doesn’t stop until there’s nothing left.

On standing, a deep groan rumbles within his chest and he presses his cock into my abdomen.

“Touch me,” he beckons. I gaze up at him first before looking down at his long, thick cock. The fat mushroom head is straining toward me in a thick arc. I wonder what it would feel like inside me.

The same way I never imagined feeling the way I do about this kiss, I never imagined seeing a man look so perfect.

I look down at it and reach out, running my finger over his length. In that moment, I feel less innocent than I did moments ago. I close my fist around his cock. He covers my hand with his, guiding me to rub him up and down.

“Harder, Princess. Harder and faster,” he groans and cups my face to return his lips to mine.

We kiss while I do what he wants me to. Rubbing him harder and faster, hoping I’m doing a good job. Touching him like this with him kissing me unleashes a ravenous hunger for him to fuck me, and I start pumping his cock with a furious force.

His kisses turn the same type of ravenous, but then he pulls back, takes hold of my hand on his cock, and before I know it, the spray of hot cum rushes over my belly and my mound. I don’t stop rubbing him though. I continue and more comes out.

We’re both breathing hard as the last pearly drop to seeps out. So hard I can’t catch my breath. I let go of him. He presses his hands to the wall, looming over me.

I don’t know what I expect him to say. Or do. Though it’s not what he does next. His face hardens, and he becomes the beast again.

The Massimo I’m used to. Not the man I just gave my first kiss to.

He pushes away from the wall and leaves me standing there. I don’t know what I did wrong.

As reality returns to me slowly, I don’t know what the hell just happened either.

Conflict fills me, and as much as I’d love to lie to myself and believe I didn’t enjoy what we just did, I know it’s not true.

What about him though? He just left me.

Why?

I barely slept through the night. What happened in the shower played over and over in my mind and was the first thing I thought of when I woke this morning.

Massimo is my enemy. I’m not supposed to enjoy any part of this crazy arrangement we have. It’s a contract of shit that I have to live with for the rest of my life.

Live with it. Or try to escape.

Escaping is definitely still the plan, but how am I going to do it?

I would need help in every sense of the word.

I know nothing about rowing a boat, let along rowing one on dangerous waters.

But I can’t live like this. I certainly can’t live with a volatile man I can’t wrap my head around. So, escape has to be something I place at the forefront of my mind.

That means sticking to the plan to get him to trust me, so I won’t need the constant supervision. I would just need an hour to myself, tops. The cave about ten minutes from where Candace and I sat on the beach. So, not exactly far, but I would have to factor in everything else.

Aside from the issue of the boat and the dangers of the sea, my problem is my emotions betraying me when I’m with Massimo. There was no acting yesterday. Everything I did with him was real. So, how do I start pretending?

Maybe the thing to do is allow things to play out. That’s how trust might come. And since I doubt I’ll earn it before the wedding, I’m guessing everything will happen according to the plan. I’ll have to marry him and represent the symbol of defeat for my father.

I want to talk to Dad. I need to.

I want to talk to him outside all of this and get answers. I hate what he’s done to me. It’s been so unfair. I need to get the truth from him. I’ve been here for close to two weeks, and as far as I know, he hasn’t tried to get me back. No one has said anything, but I have this feeling he hasn’t. As to what that means, I can’t say one way or the other until I speak to him. Which means waiting until the fundraiser.

The day goes by while I feel like a ghost in the house. Night comes. I wonder where Massimo is. I’m not sure if I believe that he hasn’t been spending his nights with Gabriella. Typical her name would be that.

Listen to me. Christ. Truthfully… I am jealous. I am. I hate to admit it. I never saw her close up, but I could tell what kind of woman she is. Exactly the type I imagined Massimo to be with. She has the perfect shape, perfectly styled hair, and looked like she knew exactly what to do with a man in the bedroom. Unlike me, who’s never seen a cock until yesterday.

I swallow hard. The thought of him with her pulls at my heart in a way that I hate because I should feel nothing for him. But I know that deep down I’m more than just attracted to him. I actually like him.

By nightfall I find myself sitting on the balcony on the second floor, gazing out at the beach, wondering where he is. I’m so stupid. He could be here with Gabriella, and I’d be none the wiser. I wouldn’t know shit.

I still don’t know where his bedroom is. During my tour of the house, that part was left out. There are parts of the house that I haven’t been to. No one said anything regarding those parts. I noticed them but didn’t venture there, not even by myself. I assumed the doors would be locked anyway.

I turn when I hear footsteps and see Candace approaching me carrying a little plate with cookies on it. She appears more relaxed than I’ve seen her so far.

“Hey, there,” she says. “I was hoping you wouldn’t be here, so I’d have an excuse to have these all to myself.”

I smile the first real smile of the day. “You can have them. I’m not hungry.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t want to be greedy or lie to Priscilla. You didn’t come down for dinner and you haven’t been around much all day.”

“I’ve just been wandering around,” I answer. I know I can’t really talk to her about what we spoke of on the beach days ago. Not in the house, anyway. I won’t be fool enough not to factor in that these walls definitely have ears.

She gives me a worried look and holds out the plate to me. Then joins me on the balcony.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Emelia?” she asks in a hushed voice as she gives me a knowing look.

“All sorts of things,” I answer, lowering my voice too.

“What we spoke of the other day?”

“Yeah, there’s that.”

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“I know.” I nod. “I know we can’t talk here.”

“Are you going to do it?”

“I want to. It would be stupid not to try. But I don’t know what could happen at the other end.”

“That is definitely something to worry about. He looks like he’s starting to trust you,” she points out. I sigh.

“Do you think so?”

“I do. However, if there’s any doubt in your mind, don’t do anything,” she cautions.

“I won’t. Besides”-I lower my voice and look down to the garden where I can see Manni lighting up a cigarette-“there’s always someone watching me. It’s going to be difficult to know when he’ll finally ease up.” Right now, it seems like something that might never happen.

“I would have come and seen you, but the few times I got a glimpse of you, you looked like you wanted to be by yourself.”

“No, it would have been okay to see me.” The thought to ask her about Massimo enters my mind. “Candace, where is he?”

She looks back at me, and her eyes twinkle. “Massimo could be anywhere. He’s like that. Here a lot, then not.”

“Where does he go? There was a woman here the other day called Gabriella. Is he with her?”

A smile tips the corners of her mouth, and she raises her brows. “Emelia, you’re worried about him being with Gabriella?”

My cheeks flush. I’m so silly. I must seem so obvious asking her something like that.

“I just wanted to know.”

“Okay… here’s what you need to know about Gabriella… nothing. She’s bad news. Stay out of her way. She would have definitely heard about the wedding, which is probably why she was here the other day. If you see her, don’t engage in any conversation.”

“But-”

“No, Emelia, trust me. Sometimes the less you know, the better. So, I’m going to tell you to focus on what you want most and take it from there. I don’t know if he’ll be home tonight, so don’t wait up. Please don’t ask me more than that.” She hops off the balcony and sets the plate down. “Call me if you need anything else to eat.”

As she saunters away, I get the feeling that she left because she doesn’t want to talk about Massimo or Gabriella anymore.

I release a sigh and set the cookie back on the plate. I can’t eat. My stomach is in knots.

Candace said to focus on what I want most and take it from there. My freedom should be the thing I want more than anything. But yesterday, my body wanted Massimo.

Yesterday, I wanted him. I haven’t stopped wanting him since.

I don’t know how to stop.

He’s the devil who’s enticed me with temptation. Part of me wants to go to the dark side. As badly as I want my freedom, now that I’ve had a taste of him, that part of me wants more.