Debt to the Mafia

Chapter 22

I searched up courses on learning Italian online. If this was going to be my life now then I want to be able to understand the language. I was tired of being left out of conversations because I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I opened up one of the courses and used the credit card that Nico had given me for my shopping. 

A couple of hours later, I had already learnt the basics. I was so determined to be able to speak and understand the language that I caught on quickly. I have always been a quick learner and was very successful when I put my mind to things. I was disturbed by Michele entering my room unannounced. I glanced over the top of my screen and narrowed my eyes at him.

“You really need to learn how to knock” I said with irritation. 

“It’s my house, I’ll go wherever I want” he replied and shut the door behind him. I refocused on what I was doing, trying to completely ignore him.

“New laptop I see” he stated the obvious. I sighed and shut the lid. 

“Can I help you with something?” I asked with attitude. He let out a deep sigh and perched himself on the edge of the bed. He was clearly trying to control his emotions from the long pause of silence.

“What you said earlier, you don’t know the whole story” he began. 

“What is there to know? You were in a relationship, she broke your heart and you won’t fall in love again” I spitefully replied. 

“I wasn’t in love with her Amelia, I don’t even know what love feels like and she didn’t break my heart!” He snapped. 

“Well something happened, it’s written all over you’re face” I snapped. He composed himself and shifted his body to face me. 

“She is the daughter of my mother’s best friend. We use to hang out all of the time and we got close. After my mother died, Alexandra was someone I held on to so that I was reminded of my mother. We ended up seeing each other and she moved in. Things progressed from there and she would involve herself in everything that my father did with his businesses. He treated her as one of his own and saw her as his only daughter” he explained. I must admit, the way he spoke about her hit me hard. It was like very sentence was another blow to the stomach.

“I showed her my vulnerable side; trusted her completely. That was until the day I found out...” he blinked heavily and looked down at his lap. I saw the pain in his eyes as he tried to finish his sentence.

“I walked in on her and my dad just a few days before he died” he confessed. My eyes widened at the betrayal that has caused him to be the way he is.

“Michele... I’m so sorry” I apologised, feeling guilty for jumping to conclusions. 

“She actually fell for my fathers charms, but he was doing it to show me that all women are the same and that they make a man weak” he frowned.

“I felt strongly about her but I wasn’t in love so she couldn’t break my heart, she only broke my trust” he finished.

“Not every woman is like her Michele. I’m not like her” I consoled him. He lifted his head and gazed softly into my eyes. I took his hand and held it tightly.

“Why do you think I have tried to keep my distance from you emotionally. If I treated you like you were one of the guys then I could keep myself detached. The moment I saw you standing there in your velvet dressing gown at the top of the stairs, I knew that you would be trouble. Not just physically but for me mentally” he squeezed my hand back. 

“I should never have hit you Amelia, that’s not who I am. I just can’t express my anger in a healthy way. It’s no excuse and I hate myself for the things I have done to you” he confessed, letting his defensive side crumble and revealing his sensitivity. He lifted his hand and placed his palm to the side of my cheek. The look of shame and embarrassment clouded his gaze as he gently ran his thumb across the bruise on my cheek.

“I swear to you Amelia, on my mother’s grave; I will never lay a hand on you like that again. No matter how much you piss me off or upset me, that will never, ever happen” he sincerely promised. Softened my expression and laid my hand on top of his which was cupping my cheek.

“I’m sorry for what I said about your parents. That was bang out of order” I replied, flashing him a smirk. 

“Can we start again?” I asked sweetly. He sniggered and then nodded. Time slowed down around us sitting on the bed, facing one another and gazing into each other’s eyes. Without hesitation, Michele leant over and pressed his lips against mine. His hand slipping to the back of my neck and pulling me in deeper. I shuffled my body towards him and swung my legs either side of his. He had his back to the edge of the bed but balanced himself with ease, kissing my lips passionately and grunting between breaths. I ran my fingers down his muscular biceps and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

With one clean swoop, he straightened my legs to straddle him and laid me onto my back; our lips still connected. His mouth parted and he let out a slow warm breath before pulling away. He glanced down at me and gripped the buttons on my red blouse. Slowly undoing them one by one, I admired the concentration on his face. He was so sexy and confident. 

After pulling my blouse from my body, he scooped his arm under my back, arching it whilst he trailed kisses down my bare skin. His hand rummaged behind me and he unhooked my bra smoothly. I stroked my hand up his shirt and tickled his back with my nails. His shirt raised as my forearm caught the bottom, flashing his hard abs. I hooked my fingers underneath his shirt and lifted it the rest of the way. I forgot just how perfect he was. I pulled his body down to me so that I could taste his flesh. I kissed and sucked at his neck, gradually lowering to his chest. He groaned with pleasure as I teased him. The tension built and we were both become more and more aroused, desperate for some release. 

He aggressively tugged at my jeans and removed them from my ankles, pulling off my thong with them. I was excited for him to pleasure me like he did in the penthouse. But to my surprise, he started removing his trousers. Once he grabbed his boxers I sat up quickly and placed my hand flat on his chest. 

“Wait!” I stopped him and he looked at me with confusion.

“What is it?” He asked me, clearly frustrated with being teased so much. 

“I... I don’t know if I’m good at... you know” I stuttered. He sat back on his knees and lowered his brows

“At s*x?” He said bluntly. I nodded and then stared at my thighs. 

“I’m sure lots of men have complimented you” he smirked and was about to press his lips against mine once again. However he stopped when he saw the embarrassed look on my face.

“Has no one ever complimented you before?” He asked me, slightly annoyed at the lack of appreciation he thought that other men had for me. I avoided his eyes and bit my lip.

“No one has ever...”. His eyes widened when he finally got what I was trying to tell him. 

“Neonata (baby girl) have you actually had s*x with anyone before?” He asked shockingly. I bowed my head lower and didn’t answer him. He has probably had s*x with half of Italy and I’ve not been with anyone. I’ve been too focused on my studies and bettering myself to care about other guys. Michele tilted my chin up using his finger and grinned at me.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t be anymore perfect” he shocked me. Before I could react to his sudden courage to tell me his feelings, he took hold of my face and guided my lips against his. The arousal built once again, as if we were on pause. I was getting more and more turned on as he kissed me aggressively. His hand cupped my breast gently and he slowly fondled it with care. His lips slid down my neck and sucked at the opposite breast. I hummed with excitement and tangled my fingers through his dark swept back hair. 

“I want you Michele. I want you inside of me!” I exclaimed like I did the first time he touched me. He looked up at me using his eyes and smirked. He sat up and hooked his thumbs in his waste band once again and flashed me a reassuring gaze.

“Are you sure?” His Italian accent surfaced as he asked sweetly. I nodded my head and tugged at my bottom lip with my teeth. 

“Oh mio Dio (oh my god) I can’t handle it when you do that neonata” he sighed seductively and I giggled. He pulled at his underwear, removing them from his body. I gasped at his thick length as it sprung from the fabric. I thought I was sure but now that I have seen the size of his p***s I’m not sure if it’s going to be pleasurable. He kissed my lips gently and breathed against my neck.

“You can tell me if your not ready”.

“voglio te (I want you)” I whispered in his ear. He moved far enough away to show me his impressed expression. I grinned at him proudly and stroked his cheek. He got over the shock and gazed down at my body. Gripping his girth, he slowly rubbed it against my entrance, watching me squirm below him. He lubricated his mouth and licked up his hand, pressing and rubbing it against my p***y. He placed the tip inside of me and paused for a moment so that he didn’t hurt me. I gasped at the strange sensation and then grabbed his hips to pull him deeper. I was hungry for more and I wanted him now. He pushed his pelvis towards mine and groaned with relief. I gasped at the sudden sharp pain which only lasted a moment.

“Are you okay?” He checked in with me and I smiled.

“Yeah” I whispered and he began thrusting at a slow pace. My eyes rolled as he stretched my walls with his piece. It was amazing and I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on. He fastened his pace and held the side of my neck, staring into my eyes as pleasure shivered through me. He grunted at the tightness that gripped at his shaft and sweat started to form on his brow. 

“f**k baby girl, you feel so good” he groaned as he pumped against my body. I moaned loudly and gasped every now and again as he reached the top of my cervix. I had goosebumps all over my arms and legs, chills shot down my spin and a strange tension started to build deep inside me. 

“Oh my god! f**k!” I exclaimed and Michele already knew what was happening.

“Do it for me neonata, c*m for me”. After a few more thrusts, I held in a deep breath as every muscle in my lower body tensed. A release that was stronger than the one I had when he used his tongue, exploded and every part of me pulsed. I groaned and exhaled slowly, enjoying every physical pleasure I was experiencing. Once my orgasm calmed down I began to twitch sensitively. Michele didn’t slow down, instead he sped up and pounded against my cervix, groaning and panting before releasing a low grunt. He groaned over and over as he pulsed deep inside of me. Slowly thrusting to a holt. His body laid limp on top of mine, our chests battling each other for oxygen. I was exhausted.