“What’s wrong, Santino?” I ask, brush my hand along his bicep.
“Nothing,” he grunts, kissing my cheek before moving to take off his suit jacket and shoes.
“That hardly looks like nothing.”
“I’m fine.”
Ha. I don’t believe him for a minute. “Bullshit.”
“What did I tell your pretty ass about swearing?”
“I don’t know. I think I need a reminder.”
With a growl, he scoops me up and takes the stairs two at a time to our room. “Clothes off now,” he barks as he quickly strips out of his own. He’s on me like a wild animal kissing and biting while pumping into me until I’m screaming his name over and over again.
We’re snuggling under the covers when I broach the subject of his mood when he came home. “So about this grumpiness?”
He leans on his elbow and forearm and says, “Denton, he shot Dimitri.”
“The guy you fired?”
He nods, feeling the weight of the blame. “Yes, but he didn’t do it to get at me. Denton was just looking for someone to take me out. Now it’s not me he’s got to worry about. It had to do with the Russians and their enemies. It was a ruse meant to have Alexei react and blame me, but their plan backfired because Bykov had common sense and a shrewdness about him that didn’t allow him to overreact without thinking things through.”
“Thankfully. Besides, he did seem like a nice guy when we met.” He went back and forth until Dimitri was well enough to travel. Dimitri came to visit us before going to Russia for a long vacation.
“He’s not a nice guy.” Santino growls out of jealousy.
“I mean that he kind of is a decent guy to you. He lent you the plane to come and get me.”
“You have a point,” he grumbles, but there’s a possessive glint in his eyes that just dares me to add fuel to that flame.
“He’s kind of good looking too.” He flips me onto my back and pins me to the bed just as I expected.
“Mrs. Benedetti, I’m afraid you’re in need of a reminder of who you belong to and what I’ll do to keep you with me forever.” He reaches over into our bedroom drawer and pulls out the cuffs.
“You wouldn’t,” I challenge as I feel my pussy clench with desire.
“You know I will. Hands.”
“No,” I refuse, shaking my head to the side. He flips me onto my belly and slides my arms behind my back.
“You know that’s going to cost you.”
“Yep.”
“You’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment, my love.”
“I enjoy everything with you.” He lifts my ass up, wrapping one strong hand on the cuffs, restraining my wrists while the other hand guides his thick cock deep inside in one fluid motion. I feel so full from this position and I want more. I push my ass back onto his abs as he thrusts hard over and over again.
“You’re mine, Giada. Now, tell me what I want to hear.”
“I’m yours, Santino. Only yours.”
“That’s good, baby. Now come on my dick. I want to feel your release milking every last creamy drop out of my balls.” He leans down, planting his hands on the mattress and his chest on my back. I curve my fingers and scratch at his belly, loving the way he gets so worked up.
“Give it to me,” he demands, and my pussy does his bidding, coming hard on his length. He pumps hard, shooting his cum on my pulsing walls. “So beautiful. Giada, you are so beautiful.”
Epilogue
Santino
A year later
“The Marchetti Family had collapsed at the weight of the elder Rafael Marchetti’s arrest last year. Although no one is talking, there is speculation that the hit on Marchetti had come from another crime family on the East Coast. The body had been found floating in the ravine just off the New Jersey turnpike at the Delaware Memorial Bridge. Marchetti had been awaiting trial for the murder of at least six individuals, including New York Homicide Detective Michael Morel when he’d gone missing nearly a year ago. It was believed that he fled to Italy to avoid prosecution, but with the spring thaw, two Department of Transportation workers located the body during a routine inspection on the bridge.
“Detective Morel had been petitioning to open up the nineteen-ninety case of the murder of Santino Benedetti. The family details have been a sordid one straight out of a Hollywood movie. That’s it from outside the district attorney’s office, I’m Anita Perez for GBC Television.”
I click off the news and switch it to the weather. It’s going to be a great day today. Spring is here, and I’m home. The news cameras are already shining outside my door.
“Sir, do you want me to shoo them away?” Martin asks, coming to stand at my side. It’s been a busy morning, and I just got off the phone with the DA an hour ago before this report came on the air.
“No, I’ll address them briefly.” I walk out of the house with my security to the front gate. I won’t open it because this isn’t worth more than a minute of my time.
“Mr. Benedetti, Mr. Benedetti,” the reporters shout. I raise my hand to silence them.
“I won’t be taking more than a couple of questions, so make it count.”
I point to one of the men in the front. “Mr. Benedetti, how are you feeling with the news of your estranged stepfather’s death?”
“As most of you have heard, he’s the reason my real father isn’t here. My mother and I suffered a lifetime of abuse from him. So all I can say is, I’m glad the son of a bitch is dead. My family can breathe a little easier. Next question.”
“Are you considered a suspect in his murder?”
“No, and I shouldn’t be. I wasn’t even here when he initially disappeared. I’d been on a month-long business trip in Africa with my wife. I didn’t have a hand in his death, but I’m
