Unwanted Marriage with the Mafia Boss (Mob Boss’s Unexpected Twins Duet #1)

5. Chiara

CHAPTER 5

Chiara

I sweep the broom over the floor, getting the last of the crumbs. It’s time to close the restaurant, but my dad is still talking to some neighbors. Judging by the expressions on their faces, it’s a heated discussion. I can only catch a few words here and there, so I inch closer.

“He’s crazy if he thinks we’re going to sell,” Pietro—my dad’s best friend and our closest neighbor—says. “I don’t know what’s up with the guys who agreed.”

“He’s just another one of those businessmen who think money buys everything. If someone wants to sell, let them. We won’t, and we’re not going anywhere.”

“I heard some even agreed to sell at a lower price!” Pietro waves his hands in annoyance. “They didn’t want to deal with the guy. They say he’s a mafia boss.”

“Hmm.” My dad scratches his chin. “Who knows? It’s all just rumors.”

“Yeah, but it’s bad. Trust me. It’s like he’s buying properties one by one, and he’s planning to build some kind of resort here. We can’t let that happen. Would you sell your house and restaurant and go somewhere else? I can’t imagine it. I can’t.” Pietro shakes his head. “My grandfather lived here, and I want my grandchildren to live here one day too. We don’t need another huge hotel or whatever the hell that asshole plans to build.”

“I agree.”

“But what if everyone around us sells, huh? We’ll end up looking at some monstrous building. I’m telling you, it’s not going to end well.”

I furrow my brow. Many old houses in town have been mowed down, only for hotels and apartments to sprout. But our neighborhood has always been special. Different. People here love our little community and our history. I can’t imagine any of it gone, let alone all of it.

But rich people always get some crazy ideas. They want to erect the tallest—and usually the ugliest—building in town to show off their wealth. It’s ridiculous, and it shouldn’t even be allowed here. Our neighborhood needs to be protected and cherished, not destroyed.

There are plenty of other places for another hotel or whatever. It doesn’t have to be here. I’m sure the idiot rich guy will realize that and leave us alone. People who sold their houses to him made a mistake, and they’ll probably have regrets. I know my family and I aren’t going anywhere. It would be crazy.

“Hey, honey.” My dad waves at me. “Can you bring us another bottle of wine?”

“Sure!” I give him a small smile.

Yeah, we’re definitely not going anywhere. Our life is here and always has been. No one and nothing is going to change that.

It’s been a few weeks since I went to Amore Bruciante. I’m always busy with something, either with college or the restaurant, but today, I have some spare time. And I need to relax. Has going to the club become an addiction or is it just the only way for me to release all the pent-up tension? I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter.

As I enter the club, I look around. Where is he? Where is Blue? I’d have to be very lucky to show up here at the same time as him. Would that even be luck? I don’t know why I want to see him. He and I are over. I only do one-night stands for a reason, and I don’t need things to get complicated. Besides, Blue probably doesn’t want me anymore.

After some walking around, I lean against the wall next to the bar. It’s one of those nights when I just don’t feel like hooking up with anyone here. Sure, I’ve spotted some safe options, but I don’t find them attractive.

What if Blue has ruined me for everyone else? I’ve never felt anything like that with anyone, even if it sounds crazy, but I really wish I were here to meet with him and not anyone else. I don’t want a new guy. Maybe I should just leave.

“Hello, beautiful.” A guy with dark brown hair and brown eyes places his hand against the wall next to me.

“Sorry, I’m not interested.” I don’t remember ever seeing him, and I really don’t feel like hooking up with anyone.

“Why not?” He cocks his head. “Are you waiting for someone?”

He shifts closer to me, and my heart skips a beat. The way he’s leaning closer reminds me of Filippo, and my chest suddenly feels heavy.

I can’t breathe. I can’t say anything. I can’t wave at the guards for help. It’s as if my body isn’t working anymore.

“She is,” a familiar voice says behind the guy’s back.

Blue!

The guy pulls away from me and lifts an eyebrow at Blue, who just glares at him.

“Fine then.” The guy must’ve decided that he doesn’t want to confront Blue, so he struts away.

“Everything okay, Sunset?” Blue asks, looking me up and down.

“Yeah.” I give him a small smile, my shoulders relaxing. “Thanks.”

Sunset ? He’s calling me by my safe word? That’s kind of cute.

Blue looks huge and menacing when he comes to stand right next to me, but I know he’s not going to hurt me. He’s like my guardian angel or something. I glance down at his exposed arms, and a thrill surges through me. Memories of his hands caressing me fill my head. I should stick to my own rules and walk away from him, but I don’t want to.

“How about something different tonight?” Blue whispers, and goosebumps appear on my skin as his lips brush against my ear.

His voice turns even lower and more seductive as he tells me all about his idea. My insides clench. Oh hell, that sounds so hot.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Perfect, but without the second and third thing.” I’m up for a lot of things, but not everything.

“Sure.” He gives me a smile, and his hand snakes around my waist. “Let’s go.”

We head to his room, and as soon as we’re through the door, Blue grabs me and presses me against the wall. His hand caresses my cheek, his eyes gazing into mine.

“I missed you,” he says.

I bite down on my lip, but I can’t fight off a smile. His words make me so happy and warm inside. But this is just sex. It’s only mindless fun. I can’t let it be anything else, and besides, it would be crazy.

I don’t know anything about this guy. Not his name. Not what he does for a living. Not what he likes and dislikes. Just because I love the way he touches me and makes me feel doesn’t mean anything.

Blue’s lips find mine, and I get lost in his hard kiss. His mouth pushes against mine as his fingers curl in my dress. I let out a gasp as he yanks my sleeveless dress down my body. His lips are on mine again, and his hands explore my body.

He tugs and pulls at my underwear until I’m completely naked. His hand slides between my legs, gliding over my pussy and teasing me. Then he steps away from me and looks me up and down as if he’s studying a piece of art.

I should feel vulnerable because he’s still fully dressed, but I don’t. Another thrill rushes through me as his hungry gaze takes me in. He removes his tie, which I haven’t even noticed, because I was just too busy being overwhelmed by his presence.

Then he pulls me to him and places the tie over my eyes. My heart rate quickens in excitement as he lifts me into his arms and lowers me onto the bed. The tie is very thick and I can’t see a thing. All I can do is lie there, with my head on a soft pillow, and listen.

Blue moves around. With anyone else, I’d be worried they were planning something unsavory. But not with him. He’d never hurt me. I don’t know why I’m so sure, but he just seems like that kind of guy. Or maybe I have really low standards.

Blue catches my wrist and attaches a padded cuff to it, his grip gentle. Very quickly, my wrists and ankles are tied up and I’m spread-eagled on the bed.

Blue runs his fingers over my breasts and down my stomach. He keeps exploring my body, touching and feeling. My soft moans fill the room as my body gets hotter. Blue moves away from me, and I’m not sure what he’s doing. Something rustles here and there. A cabinet door opens and closes. Then silence.

I strain my ears, but I can only hear my labored breathing. Where is he? What is he doing? Is he just watching me? Why does the idea of him just staring at me in silence turn me on so much?

A cold splash of liquid hits my stomach and breasts, making me yelp in surprise. A shiver runs through me just as the bed shifts under Blue’s weight. I groan as he leaves a featherlike kiss just under my belly button, and then he licks a path up my skin, lapping up the liquid.

His tongue keeps trailing up until his mouth closes around my nipple. He gently sucks on my hard bud, teasing and tugging. Then his tongue swirls to my other breast. I writhe and gasp in pleasure as his teeth graze my skin.

He kisses his way up my neck and finally presses his lips against mine. He tastes like wine. Was that what he spilled over me? Wine? Oh hell. That’s just so damn hot.

He lowers himself down my body, leaving a kiss here and there. His fingers dip between my legs, spreading my folds. I groan and moan as he gently rubs my clit.

My pleasure keeps building and building, but just as I get closer to the edge, he pulls his hand away. I grunt with impatience, bucking my hips. Blue laughs softly. He’s enjoying this maybe even more than I am, if that’s possible.

A sharp smack of a crop against my thigh makes me jump. The sting takes my breath away, but the tingling that follows just shoots up to my core. Blue traces the crop over my skin and gently taps the underside of my breast.

Every inch of my body is on fire as he keeps switching between gentle taps and harder smacks that land in unexpected places. When he trails the crop between my legs, I groan. He taps it against my pussy faster and faster, and my restrains clink as I can’t stay still.

“Please,” I whisper, because I don’t think I can take it anymore.

It’s all just too much. All the sensations are rushing through my body and creating a wonderful mix.

“You need a break?” Blue asks, his voice teasing.

“I need... more.”

“Open your mouth,” he says, and I do it.

The bed shifts again, and I feel his presence over me. When the tip of his cock pushes past my lips, a groan forms low in my throat. I want to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel, so I wrap my mouth around him.

He grunts as he pushes in and out of my mouth, gliding over my tongue. I suck and lick, and his groans of pleasure get louder. Now I wish I could see his face. His eyes. But I can picture them in my mind.

I can imagine his face contorted with pleasure as he tries not to push his hips harder than I can take. I suck faster, and he lets out a hiss as he spills himself into my mouth. A satisfied smile spreads across my lips after he pulls away and I swallow.

Blue mutters a curse under his breath.

“Is something wrong?” I ask.

Have I done something wrong? I don’t think I could’ve hurt him.

“No.” He traces his finger over my lips. “You make me lose control. That’s all. It wasn’t my plan to come, but you and your wicked little mouth...”

Why does that make me want to grin at him with pride?

“I’m not sure if I should reward you or punish you for that,” he says.

“How about both?” I’m brave tonight, and very, very needy.

With anyone else, I wouldn’t have dared to make such a suggestion because I’d be worried what he’d think about me. But I don’t think Blue will judge me for wanting what I want.

He chuckles as he removes my makeshift blindfold. “Perfect idea.”

After tonight, I really need to say goodbye to him. Forever. Because if I don’t, I’ll get addicted to him. I’ll want to see him and only him. I’ll only crave his touch. I’ll compare everyone to him.

But what if he could be my boyfriend? No, I can’t even think about it. It’s just not right, and this is definitely the last place where I should be looking for a permanent relationship. Except, things happen. Sometimes you meet someone special in a completely unexpected place, and this would totally be it. It would be fate.

Blue releases the cuffs on my ankles and pushes my knees up against my stomach. He rubs his fingers against my center, making me moan again. He gives my pussy a light slap, and then he brings his palm down on my ass.

I groan as he leaves a flurry of smacks on my bottom, and the tingling on my skin spreads all over me. Blue lowers himself between my spread legs, and as his tongue finds my clit, his finger slides inside me.

I can barely catch my breath as he deliciously torments me with his tongue and his fingers. My release builds until I can’t take it anymore, and then it spills through me like a wave. My cry is so loud it echoes off the walls, and Blue lifts himself up and looks at me with a smirk on his face.

How does he do that? How does he know exactly what buttons to push? It shouldn’t be possible, but I think he’s just paying attention to me. To every small reaction of my body. Even now, his eyes are glued to me.

I want him inside me so bad I can’t even say it, but Blue knows. After grabbing a condom, he positions himself between my legs and then plunges himself inside me. My body throbs around him as he pumps his hips, hard and fast.

Our gasps, moans, and grunts mix in the air, and the bed shakes with the force of his powerful thrusts. Our gazes meet as he pounds into me, and I can almost feel the connection between us sizzling.

Is this really just sex? Is that all? Or could this be the beginning of something more? Something nice.

My thoughts dissolve because Blue’s hard strokes send me over the edge. His fingers dig into my thighs as he lets out a soft roar. We both cry out, and he collapses on top of me.

With a groan, he lifts himself up just enough to brush his nose against mine. He plants a kiss on my lips before rolling off me.

What are we doing? Does he think the same thing as I am? Would he want something more or is he just looking that way at me because he enjoys fucking me? Am I enjoying the whole thing so much that I want this to last?

Ugh, I have so many questions floating in my mind as my body still pulsates with pleasure. I can’t let anything cloud my judgment. Sure, having great chemistry in bed is great for a relationship, but it’s just one small part.

Blue is a complete stranger to me, and just because he’s looking at me—oh hell, he’s doing it again—like I’m special to him doesn’t mean anything. He wants pleasure, and we happen to be compatible in that field. It doesn’t mean we’d be like that in any other sphere of life.

The fact that he’s here, in this club, with a VIP room means he’s not someone who’s looking for a relationship or love. If he was, he would’ve already found someone. A guy like him probably has tons of women vying for his attention.

I got lucky. That’s all. But it’s just sex, and it will end, like all the other passable things. Blue will just be a good memory I’ll reminisce about once in a while.

I let out a loud sigh.