Repaying the Mafia’s Dept

ISABELLA Every time I see Tristen my heart skips a beat.

Then I get nervous. I’ve been anxious to hear if he thought my idea about Nikoli would work or not.

I stand up from the little bench on the terrace and look at him as he approaches.

He has the same look as last night, like he wants me again.

“Hi,” he says first reaching out to touch my cheek.

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“We think your idea might work. It’s a good shot and we’re gonna take it.”

I smile. “I’m glad I was of some help.”

“I think it might be a massive help.”

“Well he’ll know it was me if all goes well.”

“You’re worried?”

I shake my head. “I figured it was best I tell you. I want justice too. I know he’ll come for me, but somehow I feel like he’s waiting for me to do that anyway. He keeps doing things to push me. Wanting me to marry Dmitri was just the thing to break me. I can’t imagine how he would think that would be okay.”

“I wouldn’t have let that happen. Even if I just do that. I wouldn’t have allowed you to marry someone like that because of who he is and um…” his voice trails off.

“And what?”

“Never mind. I’m going away tomorrow for two days. I should be back by night fall on Thursday.”

“Oh… where are you going?”

“Home. Actual home.”

I stare back at him and I realize I don’t know anything about him. I know when this is over, whenever that might be, that will be it. It should be it and we’ll end. I just have that pesky little thing about me that doesn’t want this connection to end.

“Where’s home? Where does Tristan D’Agostino live?”

He smirks at that. “LA. I live in LA in a house similar to this but it’s not by the sea. It’s in the woods.”

“Both sound like you.”

“I… want to show you something.”

“What?”

“It’s outside.”

I press my lips together realizing we’ll be sneaking off again.

“Okay.”

He takes a few steps toward the door I thought was a closet and unlocks it with a key. To my surprise when it opens I feel a draft coming through.

“Does that go outside?” I ask.

“It does. I designed this house to have a few secret doors. This one will be good for us.”

He waves his hand motioning for me to go through the door so I do.

A set of lights come on lighting up the path, brightening the way so I can see some steps leading down to the bottom.

We go down them and through another door that leads out to the beach. It’s not the same beach I’ve been going to. this is just a little patch and then the rest of the area is the woods.

In the oncoming night there’s almost an eerie vibe about the place, at the same time last remains of the sunlight cast a soothing glow over the scenery making it look serene.

Tristan takes my hand to lead me and it feels like the most natural thing.

I didn’t think we could go anywhere more beautiful than where we were the other day, but I was wrong.

I gasp when I see the waterfall flowing into a flurry of white light sparkling like pure starlight. A closer look and I realize it’s a swarm of fireflies.

“Wow,” I beam and marvel at what I see.

When I look back to him I watch his eyes darken with desire. I can be fascinated all I want at the setting but one look at him and I know what he wants.

“Come here,” he says.

I’ve realized now that my body only answers to him. I’m not sure if I could fight the temptation even if I wanted to.

I move to his lips and we kiss in the comfort of this secret alcove.

He pulls out of the kiss and moves me over to the little crook between the waterfall and the grove of trees. When I see the wall I guess that we’re on the other side of where we were the other day.

He presses me against the wall and gives me a wicked smile.

“Tonight I want you. Slow fucking. It’s where I get to enjoy tasting you everywhere.”

“Do I get to do the same to you?”

“On the next round.”

I don’t get to answer him. He steals my words away when he lifts the hem of my dress and cups my sex.

He rubs over the skin of my mound then smiles at me as he pushes his fingers past the lace and starts stroking over my clit.

“Your pussy belongs to me,” he informs me and I still can’t answer.

All I can do is moan from the pleasure that lances through me. It feels so good it makes my mouth water and the anticipation of what he can do to me sends a shiver of need through me.

“You hear me Isabella? It doesn’t matter who has you after me, I own you.”

He crouches down and I suck in a sharp breath when he nuzzles his face between my thighs and pushes his tongue right into my pussy.

I press my fingers against the wall and savor the feel of his tongue licking and lapping over my clit.

I prepare my mind for a night of wild forbidden pleasure.

He licks and sucks until I come on his face and then he drinks all the juices that flow from me, arousing me all over again.

He pulls down my panties and pockets them with a smirk on his face when he stands.

“That’s for my trip.” He smiles wild and dark and I swallow hard when he pushes the strap down on my dress. “This is for me right now.”

He hooks his fingers in between my bra strap and pushes that down too.

He pushes my dress down the rest of the way. It floats down to my feet and when he takes off my bra releasing my breasts he fills his palms and caresses my skin.

Our lips meet and when we start kissing it’s crazy and wild. Reckless. His clothes come off and we kiss each other naked under the waterfall.

He turns me to face the wall and I press my palms on the wall waiting to take his massive cock.

Grabbing my hips, his fingers burn the skin, making me crave his cock. When he plunges in deep inside me he satisfies the hunger I’ve had for him that’s been clawing at me all day.

As he moves inside something feels different and the glow of his touch inside and out consumes me. It overwhelms everything inside my mind and overpowers all thoughts beyond this moment.

We’ve crossed this line too many times and I’ve already accepted that we aren’t supposed to be together. I already know I shouldn’t feel this way about him, yet it terrifies me that I may never feel this way again. I may never feel this way about anybody ever again.

My brain is robbed of any more thoughts when he pushes his finger into the tight rosebud of my ass and caresses over the edge.

It feels good. his fingers moving over the hole while he plunges into my pussy feels so damn good.

My whole body comes alive and he pushes in harder when I moan louder from the pleasure.

“Bellezza, I have to take you here. Let me, Please.”

“Yes,” I groan. “Fuck me.”

“Oh yes, believe me I plan to.”

He pulls out and uses my juices to rub over my asshole then slides his fingers in again. Slowly, he goes slowly, smearing my juice inside me.

“How does this feel?”

“Good,” I say just barely managing to get the word out.

“Perfect,” he answers and as I look back at him the devilish smile he gives me is a tell that he plans to take me ruthlessly.

I snap my gaze back to the wall when he rubs the head of his cock over my ass.

He pushes in and it feels weird as he stretches me to take his width. Then it feels good. There’s something about the way his goes in that feels good. then he starts pumping and it feels amazing.

God it feels amazing and just like I thought he takes me as ruthlessly as he owned my pussy.

Fuck, I come again and from the feel of his cock inside me I know he’s nigh on coming too. I have to hold on to the wall to keep myself from falling over. My knees can’t support me and my head feels so light I might fade away.

He starts pumping hard and it’s not long before I feel his cum spray into me.

As it does we both cry out from the sensation of his cock spasming inside me and my knees actually buckle. He slips his arm around me to keep me up, then pulls out of me so he can hold me close to his chest.

“I want you,” he whispers into my ear. “I keep wanting you, more of you.”

The words sink in and I want him too. I can’t see how I can have him though.

I turn to kiss him and he kisses me back with reckless abandon.

When we pull out of the kiss I’m about to tell him I want him too but the words freeze in my mind as I swear I see someone watching us. Right over there by the grove of trees I’m sure I saw a face in the bushes and then they were gone. They weren’t there long enough for me to get a good look at who they were but I know I saw a face.

Tristan looks over to where I’m looking and back to me.

“What, Bellezza? Did you see something?”

“I think someone was watching us. I think they saw us.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I saw a face but I don’t know who it was. They were looking right at us.”

He doesn’t say anything, but I can see in his eyes that that’s a big problem. One I already knew could happen. Now it has.