Don Salvatori WMBW (NAIVE SEQUEL)

Ch 11 Distractions

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WHERE WE LEFT OFF...

"I can already see you are going to be a pain in my *ss bella, the whole night." ~ Danger

"Depends. Hopefully, if all goes well. You'll be a pain in mine...all night long, into tomorrow. See you soon Danger." ~ Trouble

I rub my temples. One, because I have a feeling I'm going to run out of patience some time tonight and shoot something, or someone. Two, because my d*ck is so hard and I know for a fact, no amount of cold showers is going to fix it.

Why did she have to paint the picture of her plump, jiggling caramel perfection, while I'm ravaging her from behind?

That woman.

"Preparati. Stiamo andando fuori. Chiamare Loki, e Reggie."

(Get ready. We are going out. Call Loki, and Reggie.)

Matteo looks at my crotch with a grin. "Ache a lei peace Junior."

(Junior likes her too.)

I give him a hard glare and walk out of the room to try and get rid of this before we leave.

NOW...

When I arrive in my room I curse at my painful erection. I text Matteo to have Loki pick up Jazmyn and meet us at Uncle Lucca's Palace, since this might take a while.

If I have to be tortured the whole night. I might as well make money on neutral territory while doing it. Loki knows not to go inside. And his windows are tinted almost black, so no one can see in.

I attempt to make quick work of my hard-on in the shower. Unfortunately, in this case at least, my stamina is insane. So, it takes a while.

Maybe I should see a doctor?

Since she gave me the ammo, I'm going to use. I close my eyes, blocking out the cold running water pouring over me. Blocking out my frustration, and focusing on her and that graphic mouth of hers.

It's two years from now, the war is over and Italy is finally at peace. I'm seated in my sauna, smoking a blunt. Eyes closed the world beyond the glossy walls, is non-existent.

Hazy gold lighting shines from the pocket light above my head. I'm so at ease the slight drop in temperature barely registers. I pay no mind to it. If someone wanted me dead, I'd already have a bullet in my head.

What does register, are the plump lips by my ear. "You look good enough to drink." She whispers right before those lips meet my steady pulse. A little nip following the sensual gesture.

"I thought you said that I was good enough to drink? You're snacking." I reply with a lazy smirk, eyes still closed.

"You callin' me a liar Gianni?" She challenges me.

"Not exactly. I'm just saying that your actions don't match your words gattino."

I feel her smirk even though I don't see it. Her soft lips trail down my torso tortuously slow, but I don't complain about it.

My pulse picks up when she loosens the layer of fabric wrapped around my waist that separating us.

But she does nothing. "Don't tell me that big mouth of yours isn't big enough for the job." I joke.