Mafia's Obsession [18+]

11.

Sofia

I groan as I feel the sunlight harshly hitting my face. My hand pats around searching for something to shield it. I roll over to the other side of the bed before slowly blinking my eyes open. My head's pounding, but it's still tolerable. I've had much worse.

A figure sits on the edge of the bed. Shirtless and all. Permanent inks decorate his body almost sinfully. I never get tired staring at it. His chest, arms and down to his hand holding bright pink thing...

What?!

My eyes widen at the realization. I abruptly get up and try to snatch my holy vibrator, but he holds it behind his back. Those eyes are glinted in amusement at my reaction.

"What are you doing?!" I snap. My cheeks flush in embarrassment. How dare he?

"Did you remember what you said last night?" he teases, raising his eyebrow questioningly. I turn redder. That answers it all because then he chuckles.

I wasn't completely blacked out last night. I was still kinda aware of my behavior. Truth was, I just didn't hold back when I was drunk. I was down to all the reckless fun I carefully avoided.

"Where did you find it?" I ask, trying to control my breaths. I can't even look at him directly right now.

"In your luggage. Do you always bring this to travel?"

I ignore his remark, crossing my arms over my chest defiantly.

"None of your business." I scowl.

"Should we?" I can only imagine those eyes full of mischief.

"No."

"Come on, dolcezza. It'll be fun."

I roll my eyes. "Not in the mood."

"I'll get you in the mood." He smirks, crawling onto the bed and pushing me back down before I can react.

He nuzzles my neck, kissing it all the way down to my collarbone. His hand already wanders underneath my blouse, pinching my nipple over my bra. I gasp loudly.

Damn him and all his persistent ways.

He licks my skin, tasting me, sucking on it. Losing the patience, his hands pull apart my blouse, sending buttons everywhere.

"It's Tom Ford." I protest.

"I'll get you a new one." He rolls his eyes, continuing the task in hand to take off my skirt and underwear. Leaving me naked in all my glory.

He kisses me hard then, making me breathless and wanting more. This man is charming and irresistible. No wonder he always has a way to get what he wants.

I writhe under him as his finger finds my clit. Slowly moving on circular motion, teasing the hell out of me. I feel myself getting wetter under those skillful fingers. He rubs between my folds just barely, leaving me crave more.

"Yeah? Can we do it?" he whispers huskily against my ear. Such a mind manipulator. The thought actually thrills me, but I don't know if I can live by this embarrassing memory.

He nips my neck, running his tongue along. Fuck it. I am doing it.

"Okay. But never again." I say weakly. My cheeks flush.

He leans away slightly so I can see his cheeky smile. Like a little boy that just got a candy. It's adorable if I don't know better.

Before Ezio, my sex life was quite ordinary. I mean, it was good, mind-blowing good, but with him, it's just intensely mind-blowing energy-draining sex. The man is all about hard fucks and I am on board.