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I gave her a half-smile. “You gotta understand, a lot of people I run into in this business would have done exactly that. But when I asked you again, you said something else. Do you remember what it was?”

She went from pissed off to curious. “No what?”

“You said you couldn’t reach him and they were going to break his legs, so you did it to buy him more time.”

“So?”

“It was the way you said it. I could tell you really cared about him.”

Her face softened. “I love him.”

“I know. Despite the gambling and getting mixed up with the Cosa Nostra, and all the shit he’s put you through… you still love him. And I could see that in your face.”

She shrugged, embarrassed. “Everybody loves their father.”

“No. No, they don’t.”

Bianca nodded reluctantly. “Okay… not everybody, no.”

“But it wasn’t just that you loved him. It was the part about buying him more time.”

She frowned again, not understanding what I was getting at.

I continued. “I lost my father unexpectedly. Out of the blue.”

Although not the way I THOUGHT I lost him.

The old Sicilian woman the one who had tried to shoot Dario had poisoned my father. She gloated about it before she died.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Memories suddenly flooded my mind.

Me at five years old, looking up at my father as he shaved. He winked at me and dabbed a bit of shaving cream on my nose.

Me at eight years old, watching him teach Dario how to shoot a gun. I was so jealous of the attention Papa was giving him…

Me at 13 years old, when we were reunited after gunmen had attacked our house. Dario had helped my father fend off the attackers, but I had been forced to flee with my mother and younger brothers like a child.

I was so angry at my father for keeping Dario by his side and sending me away

But then he wrapped me in his arms, hugged me tight, and kissed the top of my head… and all my anger disappeared.

Me at 17, the first time I killed a man.

I remembered how horrible I felt… how sick to my stomach.

Even though it had been him or me and he was the one attacking our family.

I couldn’t stop seeing the man’s face… the way the light had gone out of his eyes when he died.

But after the fight was won, my father took my face in his hands and whispered, Thank you, Adriano. This is not the life I would have chosen for you… but you saved your family today, and you made me proud. You ALWAYS make me proud.

And then I remembered coming into his bedroom only six months ago…

“I was the one who found him before he died,” I said, and my voice cracked a little. “He was…”

I had to stop talking for a second.

Bianca’s eyes welled up with tears.

She looked like her heart was breaking for me.

“He was lying on the floor… his face was all red… I rushed over to him, screaming… I held him, and he looked up at me… he tried to say something, but he couldn’t… and then…”

I turned my head away from Bianca.

I couldn’t look at her and keep talking I couldn’t.

I finally got ahold of myself and finished what I had to say.

“He lost consciousness while I was holding him… and he never woke up. He died in the hospital just a few hours later.”

I breathed out shakily.

“Last night, I could hear in your voice how much you love your father. And when you said you wanted to buy him more time… that’s why I said I’d help you.

“I want you to get him back… because I loved my father, too. And because I’d do anything anything just to have him back again… even if it was only for a few more minutes.”

When I finished, I finally looked back at Bianca.

Both her hands were covering her mouth. Tears streamed down her face.

Her shoulders were trembling like she was trying to hold in her sobs.

We stared at each other

And then she stepped forward, took my face in her hands, and kissed me.

I could taste the salt on her lips.

I grabbed her by her waist and held her tight, and kissed her with everything I had inside me…

My entire heart.

No holding back.

Bianca

He absolutely destroyed me.

When Adriano was talking about his father…

And I could see him struggling with his grief…

This hard-as-nails, angry man who was still mourning his father…

All I saw was the little boy he had once been.

And it broke me.

It destroyed the wall I’d built to protect myself…

And it shattered my heart into a thousand pieces.

The agony in his eyes…

The way he held back his emotions…

And yet how he let me see him.

Really see him… for the first time.

I walked over and I kissed him.

He kissed me back…

Soft at first, then passionate…

And then it was like a fire was lit between us.

He grabbed my ass and pulled me right up against him

At which point I could feel his hard cock against my body.

Unnhhh…

He reached up under my skirt and pulled my panties down.

“Adriano, we can’t!” I whispered frantically.

“Of course we can.”

“We’re in a dressing room!”

“So? There’s a door. It’s locked.”

“Someone will hear!”

“Then don’t make any noise,” he said with a smirk as he pulled off his boxer briefs.

As soon as I saw him naked, with his cock jutting up huge and stiff

I stopped coming up with excuses.

Instead, I ran my hand up and down his thick shaft.

Mmmmmmm…

He kissed me again as his hand touched my pussy.

“You’re already drenched,” he whispered in my ear

And then he picked me up.

He grabbed me with one hand on my lower back and the other under my left thigh, then lifted me like it was nothing.

“Oh!” I gasped.

“Put your legs around me,” he growled.

I wrapped my legs around his waist

And he slowly lowered me onto his cock.

I could feel his swollen head pressing against my pussy.

He paused for a second as he maneuvered me into place…

And then he gradually lowered me down onto his cock.

“Oh my God,” I whimpered as I circled my arms around his neck and held on tight.

His cock…

I could feel it sloooowly going deeper inside me.

It was a whole new feeling standing upright instead of lying down.

I closed my eyes and raked my fingernails across his back.

He didn’t seem to mind

He even seemed to like it.

“That’s it, baby… that’s it…” he whispered in my ear.

I suppressed a cry of pleasure…

And finally he was all the way inside me.

I couldn’t believe how deep he was…

Or how much he filled me up.

I opened my eyes in a haze of pleasure…

And saw our reflection.

Dozens of reflections, actually, because of the three mirrors.

His perfect ass…

His broad back…

His tattoos…

His muscular legs…

And my legs wrapped around his waist.

It felt a little odd not being skin-to-skin. After all, I was still wearing my top and skirt…

But it was such a turn-on to see me fully dressed

And this naked, hot-as-hell guy holding me in the air with his cock deep inside me.

Then it got even better.

He began to move his ass the slightest, just tilting it back at an angle and thrusting it forward.

I could feel his huge cock move inside me… just a few inches out, then in…

But it was incredible.

Slow…

Thick…

Deep…

I watched, almost hypnotized, as his muscular ass moved back and forth…

Dozens of images, from every angle, of Adriano thrusting his cock deep inside me.

Then he began to kiss me.

Like the fucking, his kiss was slow but deep… passionate… and hot.

I held onto him for dear life as he fucked and kissed me slow.

Suddenly I felt him shift his arms.

One powerful hand clutched my ass and kept me suspended midair…

And the other reached around my front, pulling aside my skirt…

Until he found my clit.

He got his finger wet with my juices…

And then he slowly began to circle my clit…

Softly…

Firmly…

Going a little bit faster…

All while his enormous cock was filling me up.

“Adriano, no!” I whispered frantically as I broke off our kiss.

I could already feel an enormous orgasm building one I wasn’t sure I could keep quiet.

“Yes,” he whispered in my ear.

“I’m going to scream,” I whimpered.

“Scream or don’t, I don’t care,” he growled in my ear. “Just come for me, baby. Come for me now.”

His words tipped me over the edge.

I put my lips against his skin and screamed.

Ever put your arm in your mouth as a little kid and try to yell?

Then you know that there’s just a little eeee, but not loud at all.

That’s what happened.

There was hardly any noise…

Even though it was sooooooooo fucking good.

The slowness of him moving inside me…

How big and thick he was…

How softly yet firmly he caressed my clit…

I didn’t just come, I kept coming.

Over and overin waves.

I would scream into his skin, then grit my teeth and force myself not to make a sound as I caught my breath

And then I would hold onto his neck so hard I thought I would break it.

But he just kept moving inside me slowly…

Filling me up…

So thick…

So huge…

His finger playing with my clit…

Circling it…

Stroking it…

Slow and steady…

I felt like I was turning to jelly.

“You’ve gotta come, you’ve gotta come,” I gasped after the fifth straight orgasm rolled through me. It was like they overlapped I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next one began.

He sounded amused. “Why?”

“Cause I can’t take anymore,” I whimpered.

“You sure?” he whispered in my ear as he continued to fuck me slowly and stroke me gently.

I nodded frantically, not trusting myself to speak because I was afraid I would cry out.

“Okay, then,” he chuckled

And he began to fuck me harder.

Faster.

His cock pulled out farther and rammed into me deeper.

There was a wet slap slap slap slap as he thrust inside me.

OH GOD

That just made it worse!

And by ‘worse,’ I mean so much better.

His hand holding my ass gripped me tight…

And I felt his fingertip touch my pussy lips.

For a second I wondered why

And then his fingertip began to touch my asshole.

Just baaaarely going in

But he was speeding up his thrusting

And being rougher with my clit

And at the same time slowly easing his fingertip inside my ass.

And I loved it.

I bit his shoulder and screamed into his skin one last time as the mother of all orgasms rocked my world

Which only got more powerful when I heard him grunt “UNH!” in my ear.

I felt him spurting inside me

And I hung onto him frantically, raking my fingernails across his back as I silently screamed.

He began to slow down…

His finger began to slowly move around my clit rather than directly over it…

And his finger stopped whatever it was doing to my rear end as he went back to merely supporting my ass.

I pulled back my head from his neck, feeling like I was drunk.

He pulled back, too, and looked at me.

He was covered in a sheen of sweat…

And I was glistening.

We stared at each other…

And then he leaned forward and kissed me tenderly.

I kissed him back…

And we stayed like that for another minute, slowly kissing, until he finally lifted me up off of him and set me back on the floor.