Mafia Kings: Dario: Chapter 32

After we went inside, the brothers talked for over an hour.

I sat by Dario’s side the entire time with his arm around me.

It was the only way I felt safe.

I barely even listened to their talk of the Agrellas and some mysterious figure they referred to as the Turk.

“Bastard has a scar from his ear all the way down to his mouth,” Adriano said. “Looks like he was on the losing end of a knife fight.”

“Let’s make sure he’s on the losing end of this fight, too,” Niccolo said.

At one point Roberto looked over at me warily and asked, “Should she be here for this?”

“She got shot at, too,” Massimo replied. “Anybody who got shot at can stay, as far as I’m concerned.”

I was touched by his response.

Nothing else about my presence was brought up for the rest of the evening.

We finally retired to the dining room, where a simple meal of pasta and cold cuts was laid out for us.

However, I was exhausted and not hungry at all.

“I really don’t have an appetite,” I said. “I think I’m going to go upstairs instead.”

“Are you alright?” Dario asked with real concern in his eyes.

“Yes, I’m just… it was a lot.”

“Sleep well, Alessandra,” Niccolo said, and everyone else in the room repeated it.

Dario watched me go. His eyes were the last thing I saw as I left.

I went to my room, undressed, and put on my negligee.

As soon as I lay down in bed, though, images and sounds from that afternoon came crashing back.

The gunshots –

The screams of the crowd –

The absolute terror I’d felt –

The certainty that I was going to die…

I began to tremble uncontrollably.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I called out as I got control of myself.

I figured it was Filomena coming in to check on me –

But it wasn’t.

It was Dario.

He walked over and sat on the bed next to me. “Are you alright?”

“…I’m fine,” I said as bravely as possible.

He looked at me with his piercing gaze. “Don’t bullshit me. Are you alright?”

I tried to keep my composure…

But my face crumpled, the tears came, and I shook my head no.

He kicked off his shoes, got into bed beside me, and opened his arms. I snuggled in next to his strong chest as he wrapped me in his embrace.

I immediately began to relax.

I had been so frightened of him when I first saw him at my father’s café…

And I’d continued to be afraid of him for the next couple of days.

But now, he was the only thing that made me feel safe.

The only thing that made me feel protected.

He held me against him as my tears subsided.

Then he began to speak.

“The first gunfight I was in, I was 15 years old. Men came to the house to kill my father. He sent my mother away with Adriano, Niccolo, Roberto, and Valentino. But he gave me a gun and said, ‘This day will come sooner or later. It’s time to face it.’”

I reared back and stared at him. “Your father put you in a gunfight when you were 15 years old?!”

He smiled. “It wasn’t just me and my father – it was a dozen of his men, too. And I had been training for years for that exact moment. All of us had been… but Adriano was only 13, Niccolo and Roberto were 10, and Valentino was only 7. They were still children.”

“You were still a child, too,” I insisted.

“Not in this family, I wasn’t. My father had been preparing me to take over for him since I was born. That gun battle was the first time I realized how terrifying life could be.” Dario gently pushed a strand of my hair away from my face. “All I’m trying to say is that I know it was awful for you today. I’m sorry it happened… and I regret ever putting you in that situation.”

“You didn’t know… did you?” I asked, suddenly uneasy.

“I had no idea, or I never would have let you leave the house.”

I nestled my head against his chest again. “Well… I’m safe now… right?”

“Absolutely,” he murmured. “I promise.”

He stroked my back as he held me close…

…and suddenly I wanted more.

I lifted my face up to his… stared him in the eyes…

And then kissed him softly on the mouth.

He returned it gently.

We kissed like that for several minutes, slow and romantic…

And then I felt his fingers slide beneath my negligee.

He began stroking my back, bare skin on skin…

And I could feel his cock getting hard inside his pants.

His right hand traced around my side…

And he began to caress my breasts as we kissed.

When his fingers brushed against my hard nipples, a thrill went through my entire body.

Then his hand moved down to my underwear and slipped in the front.

I felt his fingers move through my curls and farther down…

Gently part my lips, which were so wet…

And then he used my wetness to lubricate his fingertip as he began to gently circle my clit.

I began to moan, then abruptly stopped myself.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with a frown.

“…they can hear me,” I whispered in embarrassment.

He gave a devilish smile. “If it bothers you, I’ll make them all go stand in the fields every time I take you to bed.”

I laughed. “You can’t do that!”

“Can’t I?” he whispered seductively in my ear as he stroked my clit. “I’m the head of the family. I can make them do whatever I want. And I what I want… is to hear you come.”

His words turned me on even more. I gasped to hear him say it.

I held onto his muscular body as the pleasure rose between my legs –

But I reached down and grabbed his hand to stop him.

“What?” he asked in exasperation. “I’m going to go send them out right now, I swear to God – ”

“It’s not that,” I said shyly. I tugged at his shirt. “I want you to take your clothes off.”

“Oh,” he said with a laugh – then stood up beside the bed and quickly began to undress.

The moon coming through the window was the only light in the room, but it was enough.

I watched, entranced, as his shirt came off, exposing his muscular chest and perfect abs…

The tattoos covering his olive skin…

And then his pants slipped off, revealing his manhood, long and thick and hard.

I put out a longing hand to touch it.

He smiled as my tiny hand closed around his cock and slowly moved down the length of his shaft.

“You need to take this off, too,” he said, grabbing my negligee and lifting it over my head.

Then he pulled at my panties. I raised my ass off the bed so he could more easily peel them off my body.

Then he laid down next to me, the entire length of his muscular body against mine. His hard cock pressed against my belly as he began to kiss me again.

We did that for another few minutes, and then his hand began to move down between my legs.

“Dario,” I whispered.

“Yes?”

I looked at him shyly.

“What?” he prodded.

“I… I want you. Inside me.”

He smiled. “Let me get you ready first.”

“What do you mean, get me… ohhhh…”

I began to moan as he kissed his way down my neck to my breasts…

Where he gently sucked my nipples.

Then he continued to my belly, where he left soft kisses…

On his way to my pussy, where he began to lick.

“Oh, Dario,” I whispered.

My eyes closed as his tongue caressed my clit.

Then I felt something part my lips and gently move inside me.

I gasped.

It took me a second to realize it was his finger.

Then he began to move it inside me…

Curling it…

Stroking inside me…

All while licking my clit.

The feeling was amazing.

It added to the intensity of his tongue on my pussy –

But it made me hunger for more.

I wanted to be completely filled up.

But it felt too good…

All I could do was lie there with my eyes rolled back in my head.

The pleasure inside me was building – higher and higher –

When suddenly his finger withdrew.

I was about to ask Why did you STOP?! in a disappointed voice –

When an even greater pressure eased back inside me.

Two fingers.

He began to stroke me again as he licked.

I groaned with pleasure.

The feeling of being filled up was even greater –

And I loved it.

But it made me want his cock even more.

I writhed on the sheets, my body responding to both his tongue and fingers.

“Dario,” I gasped.

“Mm?” he murmured.

To be fair, he couldn’t say much more since his mouth was otherwise engaged.

“I’m going to scream,” I whispered in panic. “It feels too good!”

His free hand gestured towards me like Come on, do it.

“But they’ll hear!” I moaned.

I was getting too close –

I wasn’t going to be able to control myself –

And then Dario reached out, grabbed the nearest pillow, and threw it at my chest.

The message was clear.

I clamped it over my face and screamed into it as I came.

My entire body tensed as waves of pleasure rolled through me, radiating out from my clit and where he was stroking inside me –

And I continued to scream until I was hoarse.

Finally the waves of pleasure began to recede.

I felt him stop licking and stroking me, and then his body slid across mine as he plucked the pillow away.

He grinned when he saw my face. I’m sure I looked like I was in a drunken stupor.

“I think we solved the problem about them hearing you scream,” he whispered.

“…good…” I mumbled.

“Do you still want me inside you?”

Suddenly I was wide awake, and my heart skipped a beat.

“…yes,” I whispered.

He kissed me on the lips, and I could taste my own body on his mouth.

I liked it.

I liked knowing he’d been tasting me the whole time he gave me so much pleasure.

“Alright,” he murmured. “But we’ll take it slow.”