Vixen Consoli let herself take off 4 years from the family business so she could experience life outside the mob. Knowing when she comes back home, she will be in charge while her brother River handles affairs in Italy. She set rules up for herself...
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~Valerio~
I watch her walk away in her tiny towel that barely covered her body. Fuck she was perfection. I wanted to run my tongue all over her—across her scars and tattoos.
She slammed the door to the master bedroom, and I realized I have really pissed her off. She really does live up to her name as a Vixen. She is a little feisty thing with a temper.
Being an asshole came naturally to me and acting the part was the only way I could think of to break this thing off—whatever it was.
This girl had a way too strong of a pull on me. I don't date women—I only fuck them. I have a business to run and right now that is what needs all my focus—I can't afford distractions.
But last night was without a doubt, one of the best nights I have ever had.
As we laid there with our bodies pressed together, her little body managed to flip us over—pressing my back against the mattress and her straddled on top of me.
As she pressed her wet pussy against me and started grinding circular motions, I was ready to go instantly. She lifted herself and guided me into her, making me grip her thighs hard. She clawed her fingers into my chest and rode mehard until we both climaxed for the second time, then again for a third.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke to her moaning my name as she rubbed her tits against my chest. I knew she was dreaming but I still couldn't help myself going another round with her — so I flipped her around and took her from behind.
I've had my share of women over the years but none have ever satisfied me the way Vixen had last night. She was addicting and I could feel myself losing control with her.
"Boss you ready?" Luigi asked as he emerged from one of the spare rooms.
"In a minute, we will be taking Vixen home. I'll meet you down in the car."
He pauses with a hesitant confused look. Clearing his throat before speaking but I cut him off with a glare.
"Vattene. Ora," (Leave. Now) I sneer at him.
He bows his head and scurries away to the elevator door, immediately getting in.
The door opens and Vixen walks out heading for the elevator—swaying her hips a little extra. Once she stops and faces the door, she pressed the button rapidly before stopping. Tapping her foot, with her hip popped out as she waited for the door to open.
Cazzo e, now that's a view. It was like seeing her all over for the first time again. I had just arrived at the club and my eyes landed straight on her. I have never seen anything more perfect. She was moving her hips to the music without a care in the world. I knew I wanted her—that I wanted to fuck her.
To my surprised, this little thing ended up being who we were meeting. I think my heart jumped a fucking beat when I saw her standing over our table. It was my lucky night.
