Mafia's Devil part 30

LUCIANO

“I left the bags in the diner,” I tell her when I remember I ran out of there as quickly as I could in search of her.

“Okay. I’ll go get them. Just wait here.”

“N—” I stop myself. I don’t like the thought of her hauling all those bags. She’s too tiny to be lifting much. I’m a provider. I take care of my men, my money. My blood demands that I take care of Karine, too.

I have no other option but to let her go. I can’t raise suspicion by insisting that I do the heavy lifting.

“Be careful,” I warn.

When did I ever worry about another’s wellbeing? Very rarely. I’m usually surrounded by men who know they could drop dead any moment.

“Abandon the bags if they’re too heavy. I’ll replace them.”

“I’ll be fine,” she assures. “Wait here.”

She leaves, and I watch her go. There’s immense satisfaction that she came back to me. It means she trusts me to some degree, and that’s very important because I plan to keep her around for a long time. I have big plans for that woman.

My feet shuffle when I spot her walking out with four bags. I’m itching to run to her side.

“Walk slower,” I tell order when she rushes. The pavement is icy, and if she slips and hurts herself, I’ll blow a gasket, buy this plot of land, and set it on fire.

My shoulders relax when she returns to my side safely.

“The keys?” she asks.

“What?”

“The keys to the car.”

Once again, I have to stop myself from arguing. The thought of having Karine behind the wheel in complete control is unnerving, but I can’t drive if I’m supposedly injured.

Reluctantly, I hand her the keys. We’re driving to the motel within minutes.

Karine is so short that her seat had to be adjusted closer to the steering wheel. It’s the most adorable fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I never thought I’d use that word to describe anything, but here I am, awkwardly sitting in the passenger seat of my vehicle and checking out Karine who's trying her best to looking over the hood of the car. Her back is erect, her chin is tipped up, and she’s driving at 5 miles per hour. The snow will melt by the time we get to the motel. She’s so fucking precious I want to squeeze her.

If I weren’t so in awe of her, I would feel annoyed about my time being wasted. I have business deals to tie, money to make, and I’m certainly not becoming richer by sitting here and watching her. I find I enjoy studying Karine— so much so that I would pay my fortune for this experience.

I’d be caught dead before I admit that, though.

Eventually, she parks and gets the bags. I continue my dramatic limp into the motel, unnerved by this image of weakness.

“You two are back already?” The manager asks. I scowl and toss him a credit card.

Karine is displeased by this. She looks at me sharply.

“Book the same room,” I tell the manager. "One night.”

Tomorrow, we’ll have to bounce town. We can’t sit around for too long when Maksim is tearing the Earth in search of her.

A protective rage has me resting my hand on the small of Karine’s back. She’s not leaving my side. I’ll bare teeth for her.

Thinking I need support to keep standing, she wraps an arm around my waist, barely able to get it around. My chest swells with something I can’t identify. Usually, the only thing in there is anger.

We’re handed the key and head to our room. I get tired of watching Karine carry the bags, so I take them beside her protest.

Inside the room, Karine lets go of my arm and sniffles.

My eyes jump to her in panic, thinking she’s upset. When she sneezes, I scowl

“You got sick. I told you this would happen. Go take a warm shower. I’ll call a doctor.”

“Relax. It’s only the dust in here.”

Of course. This cheap motel isn’t the most luxurious.

“Do you want to travel out of the country?” I suggest. “Paris?”

She laughs. “Luciano, you’re the craziest kidnapper there is.”

“I don’t think you're a kidnap victim anymore.” I turn and cup her hips. “You came back to me out of your own free will.”

She shrinks, and I grin at my shy girl.

“I only returned to make sure you were alright.”

“Pull my pants down.”

“What!” she gasps.

“To check the damage to my leg, of course. I can’t bend down to pull them off.

“Oh.” She wipes her hands. “Okay. Sit on the bed. Does it hurt?”

“It should be fine in a few days.”

I sit on the edge of the bed— the very bed I ate her out in. Missing the scent of her juicy, warm pussy, I pick up a handful of the blankets and inhale.

“Mmm, I can still smell your slick on these.”

She slaps my shoulder. “Luciano!”

I grin. “If you want to beat something, why not beat my dick?”

She gapes in outrage. It’s almost too easy to rile her. I love it. Most women either bend under the pressure of my intimidation, and few stomp away. Karine always stays somewhere in the middle of the spectrum.

“Dont’ do that.”

I shrug. “Alright. Can you help me out of these?”

She nods and keeps her eyes on me as she fusses with my button. She fidgets too much, so I take over and undo it.

I lean closer, starting dead in her eyes, and ask, “can you pull them down for me?”

“Well… well, you’re going to have to stand so I can pull them down your thighs.”

I pull my fat wallet from my pocket to make it easier for her, and I stand. Her eyes finally fall to my groin, and the rest of her body falls in shock. I have to wrap my arms around her to stop her from hitting the ground, pressing her against my erection.

“Wha-t is that” she stutters, pushing me away and then crying out in regret when the bed hits the back of my legs and sends me down.

“I’m sorry!” she says, thinking she hurt me.

This is fucking hilarious.

“You just surprised me. Why are you… eh, erect?” she takes my hand and pulls with all her might, trying to get me to sit up. Of course, she can’t handle my weight. For her benefit, I try to make it seem like she helped me sit up.

“Just because my leg is injured doesn’t mean my dick doesn’t work anymore. I’m very attracted to you.”

She crosses her arms and turns her back on me.

I chuckle and decide I’ve teased her enough. After swiftly removing my clothes, I cover my legs with a sheet and lie on my stomach. “I’m covered now. Care to give me a massage?”

She takes a while to answer, and I hope it’s because she’s admiring my muscled back.

“I’ll try.”

“Alright.”

Her hands descend on my shoulders and linger there. She doesn’t squeeze, only explores the warmth and hard skin there with an innocent hesitation. I want to pull her onto her back and kiss the life out of her, but I lock my muscles down to avoid scaring her off.

This is new to her. I know she doesn’t have much experiencing caressing men.

When she massages, she tries her best to dig into my back, which is tense with sexual frustration. Her fingers are too gentle on me. I think she fears hurting me, not realizing it would take a lot of effort because I’m thick-skinned.

“How is it?” she asks.

I only grumble. I’m happy and miserable all at once, because I want more.

“Can you sit on my face?” I mumble.

“Huh?”

“Let me eat you out.”

“I’m on my…” she’s unable to finish.

“Period? I don’t care. Come here.” I reach back and touch her thigh.

“Luciano!”

I groan. “I don’t say this a lot… but please?”

“No! You sick man!”

I groan again. “Alright. Lay beside me then.”

“You won’t press that thing into me, right?”

“My dick?” I chuckle. “No. I’ll keep it to myself, unless you want it?”

“No, thank you. And I don’t see how lying beside you will improve your injury.”

“It’s therapeutic. You know, for emotional healing.”

“Luciano, you only own two emotions: Lust and anger.”

Enough talking. I spin and tug her on top of me. She tenses, so I tell her, “Don’t fight it. You might hurt my leg.”

I caress her back. She feels so light on top of me, but she’s a little cold. I rub my arms over her arms to warm them up, enjoying the sound of our skin brushing.

“So…” I begin. “Are you sure you don’t want to sit on my face?”

“No!”

“Aww.” I think that is the first time that word has left my mouth. “Alright.”

I snuggle into her, and she lets me. It feels like I made my first million all over again.

Bring it on, Maksim. I’m keeping your fucking cousin.