Umberto: Mafia Romance (Andolini Crime Family Book 3) Page 3

  “I’ve never been with someone like you, no,” the little tease admits to me, with that damn shyness returning to her gorgeous eyes. “Although you have me seriously curious about all the possibilities, Umberto.”

  “You’re a greedy little girl tonight, aren’t you? Just can’t get enough.”

  “I shouldn’t be saying this but yeah, you promised me all night and that’s what I want.”

  “It’s okay to tell me what you want,” I say quietly. “ I love a woman who knows what she wants and is so beautiful.” I play my finger across her full lips. “These eyes, these lips, that pussy. Damn that pussy is so delicious. It still wants me to fuck it, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she practically begs, her chest heaving, making her huge tits call to me. I palm the left one and squeeze, pinching her nipple with a little tug. She cries out, and I almost groan.

  “Fuck, you are so damn hot. I want those big titties on my face and around my dick right now. I’m going to shoot my cum all over your pretty hard nipples.”

  “I’m so wet right now,” she pants. “No one has ever made me feel this before, Umberto. I’m aching for you.”

  “Spread your legs, pretty girl. I want what you’ve been dying to give to me. That pussy. I have to fuck you, right this instant,” I demand.

  Victoria turns her hot fucking body toward me, and then kneels at the edge of the huge desk as I stand before her, my hefty cock finally free from my pants and standing at full attention for her yearning wet mouth.

  “Let me suck you off first, Umberto. Don’t want you to come too fast. I need you inside me for a long time.” My hungry pretty girl darts her sexy and sweet tongue out quickly, licking the precum off the tip of my hard cock.

  For a fleeting moment I think about who this is. This isn’t just some random chick I’m banging the shit out of. She’s Dema’s daughter. This could get complicated…or not. I decide not to make it complicated and focus on the situation in front of me instead. Victoria on her knees.

  She is working hard to please me and swallows the head of my thick rod with one fell swoop. I groan loudly, but I don’t even care who hears at this point. I am so far gone. Completely off the fucking reservation. This girl has made me crazed with the need and desire for her. That’s all the monster inside of me sees and wants. Her. Victoria fucking Holt.

  “Take that dick, baby. Suck me hard.”

  “Shit, you’re so big, I can barely fit all of you in my mouth.” But like a good girl, she takes me to the hilt every damn time she goes back for more.

  “You’re doing just fine, pretty girl.”

  I grasp her head and shove my cock into her throat. “Take me all the way, yes, like that, princess. Fuck me deep with your mouth. All the way to my balls. Yes, just like that. Just fucking like that. It’s so damn good.”

  “Mmm, yes.” She hums around my dick as I thrust my hips deep into her. Victoria’s hands land on my ass, and she pulls me deep, looking up into my face with those electric eyes of hers.

  “You are so damn sexy, Victoria.” I pull away from her, and a long stream of saliva leaks out of her mouth and down across her tits. I wipe it away and pull her up by her arms, pressing my lips against hers as I fuck her mouth with my tongue this time.

  “You want this big Italian cock to fuck you good, don’t you?”

  “Badly,” she admits. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside of me.”

  I attack her mouth again, and she swings her leg over my hip. The tip of my hard cock brushes her swollen lips and clit, and we both moan at the same time at how close we are and how damn good that shit feels. Fuck, it is so good. Like a dream.

  She’s puffy and tight as I roam her with my fingers, shoving my long middle finger inside of her tight little caramel box. I spin her quickly around and expose her bare ass cheeks. Then shove her across my desk, not giving a shit about the papers that go flying.

  I tug on her big hips and pull her ass up in that air before slapping each cheek until she is mewling for my dick. I taste her again, this time sinking my tongue deep into her pussy as I lick it from the back, all the way up to her second hole, and then make the circuit again.

  “Beg me.” I tap my cock on her perfect ass cheek and wiggle my fingers across her clit.

  “Please, Umberto, fuck me right now.”

  “You like to be spanked like a bad girl, don’t you?” I swat my hand to the apple of her ass, and she cries out.

  “Ooh, Yes. Yes, baby. Just like that.”

  Damn she’s hot.

  I shove my dick in her entrance, and she pushes onto it, sliding that slick sopping wet cunt down my shaft until I am seated deep inside of her. I let her work me because watching that plump ass of hers has me all kinds of fucking twisted up. She knows how to ride a dick. That’s for damn sure.

  She’s fucking me so good, I can hardly take being a bystander in this event. I slap my hands on her ass and start to slide them up her body until I wrap my fingers around the column of her throat as I work my hips, slamming into her from the back. Beating that sweet pussy up until she’s constricting around me as tightly as a fucking damn Boa. I’ve never done anything hotter in my life, and that’s saying a hell of a fucking lot, considering my long record with fucking women.

  “Shit,” I grunt. “I’m going to fucking come.”

  “Come in my mouth,” she demands. Surprising me yet again. God, she’s hot.

  Victoria swings herself around and falls back to her knees. I steadily fuck her mouth, and she keeps popping her mouth on and off my thick head, toying with the head of my cock until it’s too much, and I come long and hard in her mouth.

  “You perfect girl.” I smack her round thick ass hard. “Fuck, that was amazing. Let’s get the fuck outta here and forget our problems for a while, yeah?”

  “That sounds nice.” Victoria nods wiping her mouth.

  I help her adjust her clothes and make sure she is wrapped up nice and warm in my heavy jacket again.

  “I’ve got a nice spot I want to take you to. Do you like good drinks and music?”

  “Dancing? Hell, yes. I love it.”

  “Good.”

  We dash off in the Cadillac, ignoring security as they try to stop me before I go. Fuck it. I don’t want to deal with anyone but this woman tonight. I feel free finally, like a new man with her.

  “Who was that?” Victoria asks about the security as we speed through traffic.

  I laugh, feeling freer than ever. “Just some people who work for me. It’s not a big deal. I’m always in trouble for something. It’s part of being with a man like me; you better get used to it.”

  She raises one eyebrow in a quizzical fashion.

  “I’m not exactly meant for a life on the run.”

  “I’m not running,” I scoff. “I’m doing whatever the fuck I want because I can.”

  She swallows hard. “I didn’t mean to insult you.”

  “It’s fine. Let’s just have some fun tonight, get to know each other, okay?”

  Victoria laughs.

  “What?”

  “I think we are a little beyond getting to know each other after that fuck fest in your office, that’s all.”

  “You know my cock, not me. And truthfully, that’s only a sample of what I have to offer you, pretty girl.”

  She smiles like the sexy little vixen she is. “I look forward to the main course, then.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about, baby.”

  I take us to one of my favorite hotels that has a busy bar and lounge inside. Ironically it’s a Holt hotel. It’s a little pricier than I’d normally pay for to fuck a girl in, but Victoria isn’t just anyone, she is something special.

  Sometimes I wish I could just get away from all the pressure and bullshit of having this kind of fucked-up life. Even though I do enjoy most parts of it, I’m always in danger or threatening someone else’s life. It’s something I was born into. I didn’t really have a choice.

  There is a p
arty happening out on the patio area of the bar and it looks to be lamer than any scene I’d normally be found at, but Victoria looks all excited about it, and I’m not about to bring down her happiness.

  “It’s a nice vibe in here, Umberto.” Victoria pulls on my arm. “Come dance with me. This is such a great song.”

  A really loud pop song is playing, and I am not drunk enough to partake in this kind of fuckery, but Victoria is hot as hell, and I smile big at her because I can’t help myself.

  I laugh. “This isn’t my scene. I’m not a dancing type of guy, in case you haven’t noticed.”

  “I have noticed, but I also noticed that you brought me specifically here... so what’s that all about?”

  “I want to watch you dance. I’m a bit of a voyeur in that way.”

  She grins playfully, pulling me in closer to her, which my hard cock loves. I get harder as she runs her hands across my chest, but I have to put that feeling to rest for a moment while I try to collect myself and make sure I stay focused on the mission at hand. Regardless of whose fucking daughter she is. Tonight, I am going to have her again and again.

  So I watch Victoria drink fruity shit, dance, smile and have a great time under the horrible neon glowing lights as I drink scotch at the hotel's bar. Her eyes eventually drift across the bar to where I am.

  I grin at her as she puts on a wild show for me, sexily swaying her wide hips and perfect ass to the beat. I grin right back at her, silently making a note to myself of all the motherfuckers I’m going to kill if they keep looking at her.

  They need to know.

  Everyone needs to fucking know.

  She is mine.

  Chapter Five

  Victoria

  I wake up alone in a fog nestled in a soft bed of white sheets and pillows. Looking around, I realize I’m in a hotel room. Specifically, in the Holt hotel I grew up in. How the fuck did I let that happen?

  I was not myself yesterday. I drank way too much last night. I don’t want to know what else I did. I can only imagine what Umberto must think of me, letting him do all that nasty stuff. Me doing it return. Well, it wasn’t nasty, it was epic. So damn epic.

  I’ve never had an orgasm like the ones he gave to me, and I doubt I ever will again, but I won’t do it anymore with him. I have to get back on my game and get my head back into school and my future. A man isn’t going to pull me away from my dreams. My destiny. Especially a man like him.

  I want to become someone who helps people. Someone who saves people’s lives and does not take life away from innocent people. Becoming a doctor is a sure-fire way to do that, and I am going to keep my head on straight and not let anyone get in my path. Even if they are hot as Hades with a fine ass body and a tongue like a viper.

  Ugh, I have to stop thinking about it, or else I’ll have to douse myself in a tub of cold water just to be able to move. He left me alone in this hotel room, so it probably wasn’t as good for him anyway.

  Oh, but thinking about the way he ate my pussy and fucked me senseless is like recalling a wet dream, only it really happened. How can a man be so perfect between the sheets like that? As if he was born to please me. He must’ve had so many women.

  Bleh! That is not something I want to think about at all. Damn, what am I doing to myself? I need to get out of this bed. Yes. Get out of bed and take a hot shower, wash all of my sins away from the night with my dream man, grab my clothes, put on some lipstick, and then handle my shit. That’s my plan.

  I hop up from the bed and storm over to the bathroom door, twisting the knob and charging my way inside like a Viking or some shit, fully intending on completing my mission. But there is a problem. A big freaking problem. Umberto Bova is in the shower, and he is naked as the day he was born.

  Damn, he didn’t leave.

  The fucker grins at me. He didn’t even bother to close the shower door. This guy is so crazy. But I guess when you look like an Italian god, why bother, right? He’s all soaped up with his dark jet-black hair swooped up into a wet chaotic mess on top of his head. His hand washes his ripped torso as he laughs a little. He has a large black-inked tattoo splayed across his chest that says something in Italian. I can’t decipher it without asking, and I’m not about to ask that question right now.

  “Well, you just gonna stand there and stare, baby, or are you gonna help me out?”

  I gasp at him. “Are you serious? It’s like eight in the morning. I haven’t even had breakfast yet.”

  “You’re staring at a sausage.” He shakes his soapy manhood at me. Oh my God! “Let me feed you, Victoria.”

  “You are too crazy,” I laugh at him. “And I much prefer bacon over sausage.” I close the shower door just as he starts choking.

  I laugh harder. Got him good.

  At the sink, I wash my face and basically take a quick bird bath to clean myself up enough to be respectable and smelling less like a one-night stand and a bit more like a serious college girl. Although I guess those two things could be the same sometimes. It definitely was for me last night. Crap, I need to stop thinking about it.

  I grab my purse and slip on my shoes and slip out the door before Mr. Hottie Pants can try to persuade me to eat any more of his ‘sausage.’ I rush to the elevator and mash on the button as I beg God to please forgive me for last night and let this damn elevator come already. But as the elevator dings and the silver doors slide open, two armed men step out into the hallway. I’m about to scream and run, but a shot fires from behind me, and they duck down.

  “Head down!” Umberto comes flying up behind me and wraps me in a tight hold, turning me away from the gunfire.

  I’m starting to feel like I’m in a movie or something. This shit is like being in the middle of the Wild Wild West.

  My heart is racing so hard in my chest. Who the hell are they? Why is Umberto shooting at them, and how did he even know that they were going to be here, coming up this way?

  I remember the press thing from last night. People still know who I am despite the fact that I’ve tried to keep my name out of the media and under wraps. Are they here for me? Does my father owe gambling debts again?

  I realize that I may have just cheated death and am about to start crying, but Umberto has other plans. He drags us both back towards a hallway door, where he barricades us in as he reloads.

  “Are you okay, Victoria?” He is barely out of breath. He doesn’t seem phased in the least by what just happened. Who the hell is this guy? Did I just sleep with some trained assassin or some shit?

  Oh, hell no. My luck could not be this damn bad. Bad. He did say that, didn’t he? He told me back at the coffee shop, he was a dangerous man. This is what the hell he meant? A killer? And not the friendly wanna-be Edward Cullen type of ‘I’m a killer’, but the real Netflix documentary series type of killer who has been to jail and actually put bodies in the ground?

  What the hell? Who walks into a coffee shop and decides to befriend a college girl just to fuck her senseless and then get her involved in crime and killing? I might just be freaking out though. He could be the good guy. This really could be about my dad’s sins and not him.

  I look at him Umberto closely this time and not through a lust-filled lens. He raises his brow in almost a challenging way. He’s got bad news written all over his deep mysterious eyes and hard stare. There’s no way this guy helps people or does good deeds.

  This man is a stone-cold killer.

  I can feel it.

  I know it.

  And now I’m stuck in a hotel with him.

  My hotel.

  “Who are those men?” I ask breathing heavily.

  He ignores me as he continues to load and double check his gun. His large body leaning against the door.

  “I’m going to hide,” I say looking down at the staircase below us.

  “Uh-uh. Stay with me.”

  “I know what I’m doing. I know where to hide.”

  Hi face changes to one of resolve.

  “Okay, i
f you’re sure, go. I’ll take care of them and catch up to you later.”

  Chapter Six

  Victoria

  When I was little, I loved to hide in the laundry room of the hotel. I don’t really know why, but there was something really comforting about being terrified of all the big machines and loud noises but watching everyone work at a frantic pace as if they couldn’t even hear the ruckus all around them. It made me feel like the city was not such a scary place.

  In New York, there is a constant flow of people, noise, and mayhem. Sometimes that is a welcoming thing; it can entice and ignite you to want to be more and seek adventure and push your limits and comfort zone. But it can also make you feel like I did inside of that laundry room full of chaos—small and unsure about stepping out into the light to face your fears.

  The maids didn’t seem bothered by anything. They busted ass to just get the job done at any cost, no matter what manager was screaming at them to move faster or if a machine broke down. They took it all in stride, welcoming the challenge.

  I think that’s where I got my grit from, watching women like them. They made me feel like I could overcome what scared me and do anything I needed to accomplish my goals. Of course, I also loved that they treated me good. They would sneak me cookies and let me build a fort out of clean sheets.

  As an adult, I look back and want to kick myself for making them work harder, but they must have done it because they loved me on some level, that they cared about me. I am so grateful that I had women like that in my life because God knows my own mother was always too busy to give me a second look.

  I feel that same way again now as I hide out down here barricaded behind the machines and piles of clean linens, waiting for the right time to get out of here. I have no idea where Umberto has gone. I hid here after the fiasco upstairs, and I’m too damn scared to leave this place now that I know there are at least three men in this place who may want to kill me or each other.