Going After Heaven (Mafia Romance)

Chapter Thirty

Walking inside the underground tunnel to the forgery my mind keeps driving further to the edge of toppling over, with questions I have no answers to and very limited time to get any answers through the usual underworld means.

I walk into the forgery and pick up the dagger I was making all the while Gabriele keeps a pinned look on me.

I walk past him down the alley to my office here and Gabriele trails behind me, taking off his gloves. He closes the door behind him as he enters the office.

The air-conditioned air welcomes me with a lick and I exhale. I miss being in here this late.

The office is chestnut brown walls, with a sandalwood desk, and chairs, in front of family frames and awards on a floor-to-ceiling shelf. Then a sofa on the other side of the wall with a table beside it, having a coffee maker on it, a mug, and a pack of cigars, and by the side a mini library and bar. Then a large portrait of me covers one wall, in a pose that has me baring my medusa tattoo from the side, in a slit black gown, with my hair covering my face and my head dipped back.

Gabriele stays still but his eyes do the opposite. They move about taking in every piece of information they can find.

"I'll be in my forgery" I walk to a door and step in.

I have a forgery for myself, a bedroom with clothes to change and a bathroom to freshen up here.

In my early years, I used to be here four days a week. Burying myself into work and making sure every minute of my time counts for much. And it paid off. The Steel Gate empire is standing again because of the sacrifices I had to make. Because of the things I had to forgo for it. For this greater good.

I drop the weapon on an anvil with my name crested into it.

The forgery has three anvils, one for me, Helena, and my papa, each with a heat-well modified to heat faster than the usual furnace and water well close by. Then a table with hammers, chisels, sledgehammers, drifts, tongs, jaws, and some modified equipment to make the forging easier.

Behind mine like every other is a hanger with a brown apron and gloves. But unlike others, since I use it, I have denim shorts and a tattered white crop singlet with boots on a shelf.

I move to pick up the shorts and top, then walk back out to Gabriele.

He is now leaning on the sandalwood desk and staring at the portrait of me in front of him. Both hands are in his pocket. He turns to me.

"I love your tattoo," he drawls. "Medusa" his eyes glint.

I shrug and walk to stand in front of him. "Help me with my zip," the moment the words leave my mouth, heat swims through me.

I didn't think that through. I didn't think at all.

He doesn't say anything to that. Instead, I feel his hand move to my zipper and he gently undoes my zip. With each opening the chilled air is transmitted to a heat wave, gliding in.

The zip ends just below the two dimples on my waistline. I am sure the rim of my black lace thong is visible, then add the fact that my gown is padded so I didn't need a bra.

"I'm done" his voice thickens. Taking up that roughness I have come to realize I burn to hear.

I should leave, but I stay still. Not by my will. I want to leave. But my body takes over my mind.

"Heaven," he croons.

"Yes," I say with a shaky breath.

He starts to trail a finger from my waistline up leaving electromagnetic sparks in his wake. My spine heats up and my feet tremble in my strap heels.

He slides his hand in gently, the pad of his fingers touching the side of my breast and I suck in hot air. Scalding air licks down to my lower stomach. He starts to tap his fingers on the side of my breast in a featherlight push and my core twitches.

"I love how full you are up here, so full that my hands can't cup all of you" his lips are close to the nape of my neck now, his breath brushing softly as he croaks. "I love your breasts Heaven, your body and how it can fit, your ass, your mouth, your everything" he continues to tap my breast and a soft moan escapes my mouth.  "God, I want to fuck every hole on your body and every part of you, starting with that mouth of yours and your breasts"

I have never been proud of my breasts. I always thought I didn't have the body for them. Helena is fuller and rounder, with a size suitable for hers. When I walk into a place, people leave my face and stay fixed on my breasts, it's impossible not to, they're always in people's faces. It came with lots of insecurities as a teenager because I was too tiny for what I was carrying in front of me, but somehow I grew into it and it became better.

Gabriele hand slides in further to cup my breast and I gasp. Leaning into him as the sensation cripples me. Too good, never felt a heat so intense inside me, and still want more of it. He starts to knead, and like a flexible dough, it moves in the direction he sends it. I sit on his bulging shaft, feeling the stiffness through the fabric of my gown. My free hand grabs his thigh for balance and I press my legs together, already feeling the puddle trickling out of me. He grunts. The turned-on kind. Which is more relaxed and guttural. His index finger moves to my nipple and...

An opera sound breaks us both from our trance.

Gabriele stops with his next move and I let out a whimpering sound in frustration.

"Dinner is here" he breathes into my neck and even that feels like something that can make me cum.
If he does that more than twice, I am so turned on I might cum from that.

I nod and move away from him. Not looking at him, I walk into my private forgery and shut the door behind me.

My resolve is weakening.

I want him more than I did yesterday and the day before that.