Fiorella realizes what she is about to say and she pauses, "You motherfücker," she completes her statement and pouts. Tito is quite flabbergasted.
"I know I went too far with my words but I am Tito Denero, I am here apologising to you, I never apologise to anyone but with you it's different, I don't know why" He shrugs.
He tries touching her again but she shifts away.
"Ella, I'm sorry," He mutters, blinking his eyelashes repeatedly.
She stares at him. He's being so charming and cute right now, she clears her throat and shifts her gaze away. Tito smirks and grabs her waist, he immediately kisses her chin and her neck.
"Leave me alone," She frowns.
Tito smiles and claims her lips next, the kiss melts away her anger, like it vanishes to thin air, instead of pushing him away and fighting back, she capitulates and kisses him back passionately.
The guard who brought her knows it is time to leave, he walks away leaving them alone.
'Fiorella push him away, don't let him have his way again'
She thinks but can't put it into action, her hands have become weak to even push him away,she is intoxicated with the sweetness of his lips so much that she forgets that he killed her father.
Tito deepens the kiss, running his hands on her waist, her neck and her back, he doesn't give her a chance to breathe for a second, their lips are locked, absorbing the tastes of from each other's lips.
Tito parts the long and intense kiss, Fiorella gasps and he kisses her neck sucking each part of her neck leaving hickers, Fiorella throws her head backwards in pleasure as his hands caress her waist, it makes her aroused and feel wetness in her püssy, he has that effect on her, those magical touches do the trick.
Tito unzips her gowns without wasting time, the little dress she's putting on, flows freely from her body, they take off each other's clothes dropping it on the grass.
They both lay down on the bare grasses, smooching and fondling, in a few minutes moans escape from the both of them, Fiorella's moans gets louder by every second that passes.
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Next morning, Fiorella jerks out of her sleep, rolls a bit on the bed and ruffles the sheets. After yawning loudly, she finally opens her eyes, she slowly sits up and looks around.
"Where am I?" Fiorella scratches her head and recalls the fighting and making love scenes, she looks at the bed and knows that Tito must have carried her here. She checks under the sheets and she's still naked.
"Damn it!" She screams and grips her hair.
"How could I have let this happen?" She screams at the top of her voice like a psycho.
"I am so disappointed in myself, this is so unbelievable" Fiorella yells and falls back on the bed with her hand covering her face.
"Morning, Beautiful," She hears as the door flings open.
Fiorella sniffs and sits up, Tito is wearing dark grey boxer shorts, that's all he is putting on, Fiorella takes her eyes to his d!ck and slaps her forehead.
"I better use some contraceptive, I won't get pregnant again for this bastard" Fiorella pouts.
Tito drops the tray of food in front of her.
"Don't tell me you cooked,"
"No, I ordered it.'' Tito smiles and takes a cup of coffee then sips from it.
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Hiding The Billionaire Mafia's Twin
RomanceAfter a drunken one-night stand with the Sicilian billionaire tycoon and mafia don, Tito Denero, Fiorella finds herself in a mess because she's engaged to her childhood lover but is pregnant for another. Fiorella's fiancé, Dante Mancini, doesn't min...