The Mafia's Jewel (BWWM)

14

As the car pulls up to the luxurious resort, a mix of relief and dread washes over me. The mission to northern Italy was a success, but the price was high. The image of the chaotic factory, the gunfire, and the desperation of escape still lingers in my mind. Micheal and Camellia accompany me to the resort's entrance.

We stepped out of the car and into the opulent lobby. The familiar scent of jasmine and polished wood fills the air, a stark contrast to the harsh chemical odors of the factory. My heels click against the marble floor as I make my way to the private elevator that leads to Leone's suite.

My heart races as I press the button and watch the numbers climb. When the doors open, I'm greeted by the sight of Leone's personal guards. They step aside, allowing me to pass through the heavy wooden doors into the suite.

Leone is lounging on a plush sofa, a glass of whiskey in hand. His sharp suit and relaxed demeanor make him seem almost out of place in this dangerous world. He looks up as I enter, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Jules," he greets me, his voice smooth as silk. "Come, sit with me."

I take a seat across from him, trying to compose myself. Micheal and Camellia stand in front of us with their stoic stature like the guards in front of the suite.

"The mission was successful," says Camellia. "We managed to secure the new product and escape, though it was close."

"However, we were ambushed."

"And I'm sure you handled yourselves well."

"Anything else, Sir?" Micheal asks.

"That will be all." He gestures to them to leave.

"Well its been a long night," I say, starting to stand.

"Sit." Leone warns me and I sit back down without a single thought.

Leone touches my chin. "You did great today."

"Thank you," I reply, feeling the weight of his gaze on me.

He sets his glass down and leans forward, his expression shifting to one of concern. "Something is bothering you, isn't it?"

"How can I be fine when you use me as a drug mule? What if I got caught?"

Leone smirks, leaning closer to me. "You don't trust me."

"Not really."

"How can you not trust the most powerful man in all of Italy."

I hesitate, unsure of how to put my feelings into words. "Fine. It's just...I don't think I can keep doing this. Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it."

Leone moves closer, his hand gently cupping my chin. "You are worth it, Jules. You are worth everything to me."

Leone's touch is electrifying, and before I know it, his lips are on mine. The kiss is passionate, filled with an intensity that leaves me breathless.We tumble onto the sofa, our hands exploring each other with a desperate need.

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I find myself bent over the sofa, legs spread wide and back arched. Leone's enormous hands grip my hips with bruising strength as he pounds into me, relentless and powerful.

I'm a sobbing, moaning mess, every sound I make a pathetic whine begging for more. And he gives it to me, over and over again. His thick cock pushing my velvet walls to their limits, the bulbous head bruising my cervix.

"You're so pretty when I'm inside you, Mia cara," he grunt in Italian, an enormous hand spanking my ass. "Makes me want to take a picture of you, all full of my cock."

I can only reply with more mewls and whimpers, my nails digging into the soft headboard, eyes rolling back into my head.

"Leone!" I cry out, my cunt clenching as my orgasm grows nearer and nearer.

"Already?" he taunts, laughing almost maliciously. "I've just started with you."

I whimper, an embarrassed blush spreading over my face.

Leone tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging hard and forcing my back to arch even more. "If you come before I let you, I'm going to punish you. And it won't be pretty."

I try to hold myself back, but every ounce of self-restraint vanishes when his rough, calloused hand slides under me to play with my swollen, throbbing clit.

I come hard, my body shaking, mouth falling open as moan after moan of ecstasy leaves me.

Leone smirks. "Oh, Jules." He clicks his tongue. "You owe me now. You're gonna be my pretty little thing for the rest of the night," he says, his mouth moving to my lips.

The world outside ceases to exist as we lose ourselves in each other. His kisses trail down my neck, his hands caressing my body in ways that make me forget everything else.

Leone's fingers trace patterns on my skin, and for the first time in a long while, I feel a sense of peace.

"What's really bothering you, cara mia?" Leone whispers, his breath warm against my ear.

I sigh, closing my eyes. "I just want to take a break, Leone. To do something normal for once."

"Youre saying this isn't normal?"

"I'm fucking the mafia so no its not normal."

Leone just chuckles softly then he caresses my thigh. "Being with you makes me feel like any regular person passing by on the streets. Sometimes I forget I'm the boss."

I only look at him, watching the vulnerability peeking out of his eyes tracing my soft skin. Leone seems to have caught me looking at me and he shifts himself closer to me, his lips brushing against my ear. "You want normal? Then your wish is granted."

I open my eyes, looking up at him in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Leone smiles, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "We'll take a break. Just you and me. No missions, no danger. We'll go somewhere beautiful and forget about everything else."

I feel a surge of relief and gratitude. "I meant..." alone. I let my words hang. "Thank you, Leone. That means more to me than you know."