BlackHeart

Chapter 22 (Domani's POV)

        I had my hands placed down on my counter with my head bowed trying to catch my breath. I went from cracking some ex-boyfriend of Mia's face to shoving my tongue down her throat. My cock is straining in my pants and begging to be released. I know I shouldn't have kissed her. I know it, and still I did it like a fucking dickhead. Elio had my back at times when we weren't even sure we would make it out of the place they sent us into during the war. We've been shot at together in combat, and we've been shot at together in the streets that we rule the Italian mafia. I owe him more than this. But fuck, Mia gets to me. 

When I saw that cocksucker with his hands on her I almost shot him without asking questions, but I had to remind myself that Mia doesn't know the Made life. I don't know when Elio plans on telling her, but it'd make shit a lot easier if he did. I wish I could've done more than smash that asshole's face into a wall. I wanted to make him scream an apology to her until he was defecating on himself, because he could no longer endure the pain I was causing him. 

That's what I really wanted. 

        My adrenaline was reacting in two very different ways. I was out for blood when it came to that prick, and I was lusting so fucking hard for Mia right now. Mia in that mini skirt on my counter had gotten to me. I didn't think about it when I set her up there. I just wanted to calm her nerves, but I ended up stirring mine. Those bee sting lips felt so fucking good against me. I can only imagine them around my cock. Her tongue is soft, and let me dominate hers while we kissed. She kissed me with a passion that only made me harder for her. 

I'm glad Elio called because it knocked some sense back into me. All my blood had rushed to my groin. I wasn't using the right head with her. I had to send her away, and I saw her face when I did it. I had to look away from it. It was necessary to send her away. 

She's right for calling me out about teasing her with my touches, or allowing her to send me those types of messages, only for me to reject her after we get too far into it. Telling Mia to finger fuck her own pussy for me through our texts had me so hard I couldn't see straight that day. I jerked myself to the image she gave me of her without that robe, while she touched herself for me. I came so hard. Imagine if I was actually touching her. God damnit. 

I need to stop fucking thinking about this.

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        In the shower this morning I jerked off to the thought of Mia's mouth. It's the last time I'm going to let myself do that. I needa stop looking at those two pictures I have of her too. The one she almost killed me with when she had the little robe half undone, and then her little Clueless outfit that looked cute on her...but sexy as fuck at the same time. No more. 

Elio called me down this morning to talk with me and Alessandro about what went down yesterday with that shipment that'd been disrupted. When I went down my cousin was already there and eating fucking waffles. "Is it bad? Is this gonna ruin my day?" I asked him outright. "I'm not sure. Our shipment was definitely tampered with. I have our guys checking the inventory to figure out to what extent. If I have to guess it's the Irish messing with us after the whole shoot out situation." Elio looked pointedly at me. 

That killing was in the news labeled as a gang attack. He was a known affiliate to the Irish mob but it wasn't mentioned that way, leaving the Italian's out of it. My guys handled that part. 

        "It could be those Dominicans," Alessandro added. "Do you think they'd have the balls?" Elio didn't seem convinced. I ended up taking my cousin's waffles and grabbing a bit of it. I almost choked on the fucking thing when a figure appeared suddenly, and it was Mia in this tiny fucking sleep set. It was a ruffled silk cami and mini shorts set with some kind of knitted sweater that wasn't a sweater that covered anything but her arms. Like a shawl for her shoulders only.