Mobsters Desire

IX | Night out

Elena's pov

"Dress nice tesoro."

Looking at myself in the mirror I contemplate with myself. Did the dress look good? Did it expose too much skin? Turning around I noticed small rolls on my exposed back. I didn't like seeing them, they made me self conscious. For tonight's event that would be taken place in a well known club I was to wear something partyish. I didn't like this considering that my breasts could pop out with too much movement, the dress hugged my curves and waist, I felt as if my cheeks were exposed. What's funny is that this dress is supposed to be considered a midi but its more like a mini... Even though its a mini the silk felt amazing, soft, amazing against my skin.

I turn my head towards the door as I heard it being unlocked. I wasn't shocked to see Luciano opening the door to my room considering that lately he's been trying to get me closer to him. Deciding to ignore him I continue to look at myself. I didn't feel beautiful, I sorta felt like a slut... Just for him- no stop it don't think like that Elena! Hearing his footsteps coming closer to me he appeared behind me in front of the mirror. His arms crossed over his chest as he observed me, making me get nervous. 

Instead of wearing a tux like last time he was wearing a fancier versions of his everyday wear. Tucked in shirt, black tie, dress pants with a black belt, and black dress shoes. His wrist exposing a golden watch.

"È troppo stretto tesoro?" Translation: Is it too tight darling? Looking at him through the mirror I nod my head slightly as I felt like with any sudden movement I could rip the dress open, exposing myself to people or worse him. "I'll take you clothes shopping tomorrow." Seeing the pinkish silver clutch on the bed he takes it into his hands, going back to me his arm wrapped around my waist and turned us away from the mirror.

"You look beautiful bambina." Translation: Baby. Handing me the clutch I take it. I didn't believe him. I didn't feel beautiful, I didn't feel confident with myself, I think I look like a whale in this. Leading us out of my bedroom he carefully helps me down the stairs, knowing that I don't have much experience with heels. Reaching down we both walk out the front door, Lorenzo and a few other guys were waiting outside for us. 

Getting inside the vehicle Lorenzo hops into the passenger side as the driver started the car.

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"T-Thank you." Taking Luciano's hand I carefully get out of the car without ripping the dress nor exposing my lower parts to anyone watching us. As the door closed behind us he wrapped his arm around my waist, bringing me closer. His hold was tight around my waste, he didn't want me getting lost when we went inside since there was a lot of people.

With a small nod towards the guards at the front they open the doors for us, stepping inside loud music surrounded us as the bass went hard. The place smelled expensive that's for sure.

Leaning in Luciano tells me, "Don't talk to anyone tesoro," into my ear as we walked through the crowd. Nodding softly to him I pull down my dress a little as I felt it riding up slightly. As we started to get closer I noticed a security guard standing by a locked door. Spotting us he quickly puts in a passcode and opens the door for us, giving a nod at Luciano as we walked in. Walking up the stair and reaching to the top there was another party here. While everyone was dancing and just getting wasted they were doing all sorts of stuff. Naked girls were here, letting men feeling them up as they straddle them, kissing them and stuff. Others were drinking the expensive stuff, smoking fancy cigars while the others snorted drugs off the table.

Upon entering a room I realized that there were other men dressed like him sitting already, luckily the women that were in here wore their dresses and sat down next to them.

"Ah, il famoso Luciano è qui." Translation: Ah the famous Luciano is here.

An older man says that as he chuckled out, with a swift hand gesture the girls that were in the room all got up, leaving them to do their business while I was still here...

"Lorenzo is behind the door, go with him and stay with him, okay tesoro." Without wasting any time I turn my back on them and walk out.

Spotting lorenzo I walk towards him, careful to avoid men that seemed a little out of it.

Standing next to him near the railing I look down at the first floor. Alot of the young adults seemed to be having fun as they danced to the beat with their drinks in their hands.

'I wish I knew what fun was...'

"Would you like a drink Elena?"

"I've never had one before." I felt my cheeks heat up as I told him. I never really drunk anything like that before considering that there was no need especially since I never really went out like that. 

Telling me to stay here he would be back, he really wanted me to try some. As I waited for him to come back I felt a hand slide onto my back. I felt cold, chills running up... This wasn't Luciano... I quickly turn around to see who it was, the man standing before me made me cower away. Alcohol could be smelled around him as he came closer to me. I couldn't do anything considering that my back was against the railing.

"A-Ah-"

"Sei una piccola cosa sexy." Translate: Your a sexy little thing.

Both of his hands were on the railing tapping me right in between him. His eyes screamed for hunger and lust. He was taller than me, what made the situation worse was that my dress rode up more, the bottom of the dress was exposing my ass meaning that the front portion was almost showing some of my p***y.

"Torniamo a casa mia." Translation: Let's head back to my house.

As he was about to pull me away a fist flew towards his head, making the man fall unconscious onto the ground. Pulling down my dress I realized it was Lorenzo with my drink. I was slightly frightened by the look he had, he didn't seemed too fazed by the situation but then he was trained for these things. You can't show too much emotion in this world, it can be used against you.

Pulling me closer to me he takes a look at me, his eyes observing me, looking around to see if the man did anything to me. Handing me the drink he tells me to gulp it down quickly. Looking at him and then at the drink I take it, here it goes. Taking in a breath I bring the glass onto my lips, as soon s the liquid hit my mouth I cringed at the tasted, what was this? trying to take the whole thing I constantly gag, not being able to drink the rest.

I could hear Lorenzo chuckle slightly at my reaction before he took the glass and gulped the rest down without making a sound or face. As time passed by I started to get another craving of the disgusting drink, it tasted horrible but the burning in my throat felt kinda good. I felt a little loose and I like it. As time passed by and after two drinks I was completely under supervision by two guys not including Lorenzo. 

After what happened earlier it could be the cause of me wanting to drink a little but at the same time the burning was nice. Sitting down on the barstool I watched as the bartender made drinks for others. I found it fascinating that they mixed the drinks together, creating something completely different and potent. It was relaxing in a way.

Leaning my head against my hand I felt my eyes get heavy, I've been waiting for Lucinao to finish up so I could go back and sleep. I don't like going to this...

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Luciano's pov

"Elena do you need help?" I asked as I stood by the car door, crossing my arms across my chest as I observed her drunken state. She seemed more bubbly, joyful, and rather daring. I like this side but under the circumstances I don't, the only reason why she could have drunk more than just half of a glass was because of the bastard from the club. I was informed that she has never been drunk so she got intoxicated real fast

"Perché il signor Mobster sembra scontroso?" Translation: Why does Mr. Mobster look grumpy? Tilting her head at me she smiles as she slowly slid to the edge of the seat, swinging her legs out in the open as she observed me.

I raised an eyebrow at her. Was she being serious right now? She was cute but I don't have time for her behavior right now, I have to question this man. What I recently found out is that when she's intoxicated she prefers to speak Italian which doesn't bother me, its sexy and makes me happy knowing that she can speak it well.

"Non ho tutto il giorno." Translation: I don't have all day. 

As seconds passed by I patiently waited for her to get off the car. She didn't seem too interested, she seemed rather sleepy considering that her eyes were slowly closing as she leaned against the seat. Blowing out a heavy breath I walk infront of her, leaning in I grab her waist and hips, helping her go over my shoulder.

I didn't care if she wasn't' skinny, she was perfect, she didn't weigh nothing at all, she felt light.

"Woah..." She giggles out softly as her head laid on my back. With both hand around her I didn't care if her dress rode up, exposing her thong underneath her dress. I was tempted to look at her ass but it was best to respect her.

'The things I would do to you tesoro..."

Going through the front door I carefully took us to her bedroom, closing the door behind us I carefully laid her down the bed. Due to that action her dress rubbed against me causing it to ride all the up to her stomach. As soon as she laid down her boob slid out slightly, her light pink areolas could be seen peeking out from the corner of the dress. Get it together.

"Luciano." Ready to leave her alone before I got distracted I avoided her exposed body, keeping my eyes onto her blue ones as she looked at me with a small smile. Looking to her side she pats next to her, indicating that she wanted me to lay with her.

"No tesoro, Ho lavoro." Translation: I have work. Somehow her hand manages to catch mine as she gave me some sad eyes... It's either between her or the man, my work or my future... f**k it.

Letting out a sigh I grabbed her other hand, pulling her up from the bed causing her to bump into my chest. Her arms wrapped around as she just face planted onto my chest. I need to get her ready for bed.

"Togliti i vestiti, piccola, intanto farò il bagno in esecuzione." Translation: Take off your clothes baby, For the meantime I'll get the bath running.

Turning my back on her I walked towards her bathroom. Kneeling down on the floor I turn on the warm faucet and plug up the tub, letting the water fill up a little over the middle mark. Getting out some white towels from her little closet I set them down on the counter. As I was getting some soap for her body I could hear her little footsteps coming into the bathroom, coming to a halt as if she was contemplating about something.

Without turning around to look at her naked state I asked her if everything was alright.

"Ho bisogno di aiuto..." Translation: I need help... She says softly.

Turning around my eyes set on her beautiful body. Amazing, just how I imagined it to be. Sexy and powerful. I could just have my way with her right this instant I would show her what love making is. I would want to f**k her till her legs shake, be in too much pain and not being able to walk. Love. Play. Ruthless. Make her feel loved, feel wet and wanted, and feel like a whore... Only mine no one else's.

Grabbing her hands I carefully guided her into the bathtub, slowly letting her sit down on the tub. She wasn't able to wash herself properly so I needed to help her, It gave me time to feel her soft skin and just get the chance to be this close to her.

As minutes passed I drained the tub, helping her out and wrapping her body in a white towel. She seemed less intoxicated but overall still drunk. Letting her dry herself I went to get her some clean undergarments and sleepwear in her closet.

"Vieni bimba." Translation: Come baby.

Standing up and letting her towel drop to the floor she observed me as I set the clothes on the bed. Ready to help her put on her undergarments she stumbles forward, crashing into my chest again making me wrap my arms around her to make sure she wouldn't fall down. She was adorable and I was enjoying every second of this.

Feeling her little head look up I look down, realizing in that moment that she looked sexy in her naked state as she clinged onto me, her body pressed against me... All mine for sure.

"Mi piaci." Raising and eyebrow at her I smirk at her cute self. Shes drunk, she's going to say anything, I know that as soon as she wakes up tomorrow anything she said tonight didn't mean anything. Adorable.

As we continued to look into eachothers eyes I felt the need to kiss her, her lips looked juicy, plump, ready to be kissed. I felt her standing slowly on her tippy toes, she was trying to get closer. I mentally smile at her. She was feeling the same way and no way I want to run away from this kiss. As she leaned in closer I drop me head lower so she could reach. Closing our eyes we felt each others lips barely touching, even that small amount of touch made me want to claim her.

Pushing our lips together we kissed, I was restraining myself hard. I wanted to take her to bed, maker mine, devour her and pleasure her. At this moment I told myself no, it's a small kiss so I don't traumatize her nor make her feel forced. I will only make love to her when she's sober. For now this kiss will get me through the night.

"Ti amo piccola."