Reckless Games (Reckless Mafia #1)

Chapter 14

Lorenzo

“He won’t say anything,” Gio announced as he walked into my office at our base. He had managed to capture one of the men left barely alive after the attack and brought him to Sicily on my orders. Nikolai's men were not particularly valuable to him, so using this one as bait was futile. Still, I needed leads on Nikolai's whereabouts. He was not in Russia, as our intel confirmed. He had to be either in Italy or Sicily. So far, we had no traces of him, but that would not last. I would find that bastard one way or another. There is nothing a good old-fashioned torture session cannot reveal.

“Fine then. Looks like we’ll have to do this the hard way,” I said, rising from my desk. Giovanni and my men followed as I made my way to the torture room. I kicked the door open, hands casually tucked in my pockets as I strolled in. The captive flinched at the sound. I dragged a chair in front of him and sat down, leaning my elbows on my knees. A smirk played on my lips as I took in his condition. His left eye was completely swollen, a dark blue bruise obscuring it. He was securely tied to the wooden chair, his lips busted, blood trickling down his forehead. His clothes were ripped, and the red, burnt skin told me Gio had already splashed enough boiling water on him. Pity; he should have used acid.

“Bring me the pliers,” I ordered. One of the men quickly handed me the tool. “It’s a pity you didn’t cooperate when you had the chance. Look where it got you. I don’t like wasting my time, but desperate times call for desperate measures,” I said, gripping his index finger and ripping off the nail. His screams echoed through the room as I methodically moved to the next finger. One by one, the room filled with the deafening cries of the weakling.

What a total pussy!

Growing up in the mafia, I was trained to endure immeasurable physical and psychological pain without making a sound. It was a shame Nikolai didn’t make his men go through the same. The screams that tore from this one’s throat were utterly embarrassing. And disappointing. I had not even gotten to the good part.

“Where is the bull-face hiding?” I asked, pressing my blade against his thumb before severing it. Tears spilled from his eyes. Pathetic!

“I don’t know!” he howled in pain.

“I know he’s not in Russia. Since you broke into my house on his orders, you must know where he’s hiding,” I spat, slicing off another finger. His screams were met with a roll of my eyes. Why could he not understand? The quicker he answered, the quicker this would end.

“I swear! I swear, I don’t know. All I know is that someone is supporting him from Italy. He knows. He knows you have the last Temptucce . He wants it. That’s why we were sent to break into your house. That’s all I know,” he gasped with desperation in his voice. His words made me pause. Someone was helping from Italy? It had to be someone I knew; otherwise, they could not have infiltrated my house so easily.

“Good job.” I nodded appreciatively. “You will be rewarded for your cooperation.” I stood up.

“Thank—” he began, but did not finish. Before he could, I put a bullet between his eyes. True to my word, I rewarded him with a quick death instead of prolonged torture. My shoes clicked against the floor as I made my way out of the warehouse to the car.

“Where to, Capo?” Gio asked.

“Home.”

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I walked into the living room, greeted by an unusual silence. Angela must be in her room, I thought, but when I checked, it was empty. The house was vast; perhaps she had gone for a stroll in the garden. Just as I was about to head outside, I heard laughter coming from the distance. Following the sound, I ended up outside the kitchen.

What I saw warmed my heart. Angela was chopping vegetables, laughing and joking with Rita, Andrew, and Toby. Rita had been my housekeeper in Sicily since I was twelve, a woman who felt like a mother to me. Andrew and Toby, my most skilled and experienced chefs, had also been with me for as long as I could remember. They were all laughing at something Angela said.

But what made me freeze was Angela's melodic giggle. She threw her head back, covering her mouth to contain her contagious laughter. The air escaped my lungs as I took in her ethereal beauty. Her dark hair, streaked with silver, shimmered under the kitchen lights. The pink sundress she wore accentuated her figure, giving a perfect view of her milky legs. Angela continued chatting with the staff, unaware of my presence. Her words faded into the background as my eyes fixed on her rosy lips. What I would give to kiss those lips right now, to fuck her senselessly until my heart was content. But that was the problem—I could never get enough of her. So my heart could never be content. The thought itself sent a jolting current to my crotch, and with every passing second, it was getting hard for me to control.

Rita noticed me first, her expression straightening as she spotted me. She nudged Toby and Andrew, tilting her head in my direction to alert them of my presence. Angela, however, remained unaware. I silently mouthed for them to leave without letting her know. They nodded and slipped away quietly. Angela continued narrating her story, cutting vegetables, her back facing me, oblivious to the departure of her audience.

I tucked my hands into my pockets and silently moved behind her as she carried on. “You guys won’t believe it! That was the fastest I had ever run in my life from a cat. I swear I knew it was going to—” She paused abruptly, turning around to find not Rita, Toby, and Andrew, but my silver eyes locking onto her blue ones.

“Huh!” she gasped, dropping the knife from her hand as she placed the other over her chest. “God! You scared me!” I remained silent, bending down to pick up the knife, never breaking eye contact. Standing up, I offered the knife to her, but just as she was about to take it, I pulled it away, setting it on the counter next to the vegetables. “Um,” she began, clearly confused by my actions. “What are you doing here? Where are Rita, Andrew, and Toby?” She looked adorable as she tried to stand on her tiptoes to peer over my shoulder, her tiny 5’6” frame dwarfed by my 6’3” height. If only she knew how crazy she was driving me right now.

Without a word, I wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the counter. Her eyes widened in surprise as I parted her legs, stepping between them. “What are you—” Her words were silenced as my lips captured hers in a fervent kiss.

The world around us disappeared. My hands slid up her sides, pulling her closer as I deepened the kiss, our tongues tangling in a dance of raw need. Her soft lips yielded to mine, and I felt her hands clutch at my shoulders, pulling me even closer. The intensity of the moment consumed us, our breaths mingling and her gasps fueling my desire.

I cupped her face with one hand, my thumb brushing against her cheek as I tilted her head, exploring her mouth with a hunger I could not contain. Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging gently, making me shudder. Every touch, every caress was electric, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing second.

Angela’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. My other hand roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine, eliciting a soft moan from her lips that only spurred me on.

Our kiss was a tempest of passion, an unspoken promise of the depths of our connection. I poured every ounce of my longing, my need into that kiss, hoping she could feel the intensity of my emotions. When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless and trembling, her eyes were glazed with desire, her lips swollen and red from our heated session.

I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling as we tried to steady ourselves. “You drive me crazy, Angel,” I whispered, my voice rough with desire. Her eyes met mine, a mixture of surprise and longing reflected in their depths.

“And you,” she replied, her voice a soft murmur yet confident, “are utterly irresistible.”

In that moment, I knew there was no going back. This woman had captured my heart, and I was helplessly, irrevocably hers. I was madly in love with this woman. I attacked her mouth again. Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her off the counter, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist. Her arms clung to my neck, and I could feel her heart racing against my chest. I carried her effortlessly through the house, our lips never parting, each step igniting the fire between us even more.

I pushed open the door to my room with my foot, stepping inside and kicking it shut behind us. The room was dimly lit. No other girl had ever shared my bed before in my house. Sure, I have had my needs fulfilled by a few callgirls. But it was always at a hotel. And there were strict rules for sleeping with me. One, that I would only fuck them from behind. Two, there was never kissing involved, as I did not want anything as personal as that with every random woman. And third, they leave as soon as I am done. There was no question of spending the night together.

Gently, I laid Angela down on the bed, hovering over her, our lips still locked in a passionate embrace. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she could not bear even an inch of distance between us.

I broke the kiss for a moment, looking down at her flushed face, her eyes glazed with desire. My hand trailed up her thigh, slipping under the hem of her dress, caressing the smooth skin beneath. She gasped, arching her back slightly, her body responding to my touch with a need that mirrored my own.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered against her lips before attacking them again with renewed fervor. My tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every corner and tasting her sweetness. Her soft moans and the way her body moved against mine drove me wild, fueling the fire that burned between us. My hand continued its journey under her dress, sliding up her thigh and teasing the delicate skin along the way. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her breath hitching in anticipation. I paused for a moment, looking into her eyes, seeking her permission. She nodded, her eyes filled with trust, and I could not hold back any longer.

I slipped my hand higher, brushing against the lace of her panties, feeling the heat of her arousal. Her gasp was music to my ears, and I deepened the kiss, pouring all my desire and passion into it. Her hands roamed my back, pulling me closer, her body arching into mine as if seeking more of my touch.

My hand continued its exploration, fingers gently teasing the edge of her lace panties. I could not resist any longer. Slowly, I slid my fingers beneath the delicate fabric, feeling the warmth and wetness that awaited me. I deepened our kiss, swallowing her moans as I began to explore her most intimate place.

Angela's nails grazed my skin as her hips moved instinctively against my touch. I slipped one finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me, her response immediate and intense. Her moans grew louder, and I added another finger, moving them in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her trembling beneath me.

I broke our kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, leaving a path of heated kisses as I went. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she gasped for breath. "Lorenzo," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea.

"Shh, Angel," I murmured against her skin, my voice rough. "I've got you." I kissed my way down her body, my fingers never ceasing their rhythm. When I reached the hem of her dress, I paused, looking up at her for permission. “There’s no going back after this, Angel. Once you give yourself to me, you’ve signed your life to mine,” she nodded, her eyes dark with need, and I slowly lifted the dress over her head, revealing her in all her beauty. I took a moment to admire her, my breath catching at the sight of her flushed skin and heaving chest. She wasn’t wearing any bra. Her breasts were the perfect size for my hands to hold on to.

With a growl of need, I lowered myself between her legs, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before my mouth found her heat. Her cry of pleasure was like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fire within me. I licked and sucked, my fingers still working inside her, until she was writhing beneath me, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

When I felt her nearing the edge, I pulled back, earning a whimper of protest from her. “You’ll cum when I’m inside you!” I latched onto her gorgeous breasts, giving attention to both one after the other, altering between pulling, sucking, biting, and lapping on her nipples.

I quickly shed my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers as I positioned myself over her I paused, my breath catching. I needed to know. "Angela," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Have you ever done this before?"

Her cheeks flushed, and she shook her head in embarrassment. "No, I haven't."

Her answer sent a thrill through me—the realization that I would be the first to have her like this—her innocence igniting an even deeper desire. "You're mine, Angela," I whispered, my voice rough with emotion. "And I'll be the only one to ever have you like this."

I quickly reached for a condom from the bedside drawer, putting it on with practiced ease. I positioned myself at her entrance, my heart pounding with a mix of desire and a need to be gentle. "I'll go slow," I promised, my eyes locked on hers. "Tell me if it's too much." She nodded. With a slow thrust, I entered her, feeling her body stretch and accommodate me. Tears slipped down the corner of her eyes as her cry of pleasure and slight discomfort echoed in the room, and I paused, giving her time to adjust.

“You can continue now,” she said softly. We moved together, my thrusts gentle and controlled, wanting to make this first time as special as possible for her. Although I could not ignore the temptation of my beast wanting to hammer into her and tear her pussy apart. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her breaths coming in short, heated gasps as she grew accustomed to the sensation.

As the intensity between us built, I deepened our rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Each thrust brought us closer, the connection between us growing stronger with every passing moment, and my thrusts became harder. "Fuck! Angela, you are my personal heaven," I groaned, my voice filled with need. "Look how perfectly your pussy accommodates me, as if crafted for only me! So tight, and so fucking amazing.”

“Ah! Enzo!” She screamed in pleasure, sending me over the moon at the nickname she called me. “Faster!”

“That’s right, my girl! Let everyone know who’s taking you. Who’s fucking you like the good girl you are!” I gritted while increasing my pace. “I can't hold back much longer."

"Don't," she whispered, her voice a breathless plea. "Please, Enzo, don't."

With a final, powerful thrust, we both went over the edge, our cries of pleasure mingling in the air as we found our release together. I held her tightly, feeling her shudder beneath me as waves of pleasure washed over us. Never in my life had I ever cummed that hard. Ever. This feeling with Angela was pure bliss. And I knew, in that moment I had signed my life and myself to her in every way.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, our bodies still entwined, our breaths mingling as we came down from the heights of our passion. I gently pulled out of her, disposing of the condom quickly before rolling to the side and pulling her into my arms. She nestled against me, her head resting on my chest, and I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"You're mine, Angela," I whispered, my voice filled with possessive tenderness. "And I'm yours."

She looked up at me, her eyes soft and filled with emotion. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm yours, Lorenzo."

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