Unlike me who was panting as if I had just finished running multiple marathons, Massimo was completely fine. In fact, the barely-there smile I just knew was on his face as I felt him watch me while I walked in front of him, leading him back to the store front.
“I was wondering where you had gone off to,” Conor called out to me as he worked on making another batch of sweet tea that we were low on. I hadn’t bothered making a batch as there was enough for the night shift, but they seemed to do quite well in the morning so more was needed. “I thought you had clocked out early but then I saw your laptop and–”
“Oh, fuck!” I swore under my breath as I rushed over to the counter by the till where in my haste to lead Massimo to the back for a quick fuck, I had left out my most expensive possessions. If my laptop was stolen, it would have taken countless shift hours and even more night shifts to be able to buy another one.
“Yas,” Conor called out to me, his voice quiet and taken aback.
“Yes?” I answered, surprised by his sudden drop in tone. When I glanced over at him, I found for his eyes to be on Massimo who was currently still behind the counter, making his way over to me. “Oh, him,” I chuckled in light humour. “Conor, this is Massimo. Massimo, this is Conor,” I introduced them both before turning around to greet Massimo whose eyes hadn’t shifted from me once. He didn’t even acknowledge Conor.
“I have to admit, Cara. I’m a little disappointed with myself,” Massimo grumbled in a low tone, for my ears only, as he pulled me into his arms.
The serious Massimo was back, as opposed to downright dirty and somewhat dominant Massimo that had fucked me in a way that I had never been fucked before, and I was grateful. As much as I loved out little session, there was something so endearing about his serious self that I had somehow gotten used to so quickly. Perhaps it was the fact that he gave me his utmost attention every time, or the lengthy amount of time that we had just sat and spoken to each other, but there was an unexplainable connection that I just knew had us tied together. Whether we liked it or not.
“Why is that?” I asked, curious. Subconsciously, I leaned into him and rested my arms on his chest, allowing myself to enjoy the warmth and sense of protection that seemed to wrap around me whenever he was around. I didn’t know whether it was because of his profession, or because I knew what he was packing – and no, I wasn’t just talking about his cock – but I had never felt as safe before as I did when Massimo was around. It was a strange feeling to have for a stranger, but I couldn’t explain it. It just made sense.
“I’ve never lasted as short as I did back there with you,” Massimo admitted, peppering soft kisses against my lips which just made me want to melt in his arms. “Next time, I’ll show you just how long I’ll last.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” I grinned against his mouth, teasingly raking my teeth over his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth.
“Careful, Cara,” he warned me, his hands inching dangerously lower. Of course, I wasn’t one to listen and only sucked harder, reminding him of the way I had sucked on his cock not long ago now.
When his calloused fingertips grazed the soft curve of my ass, teasingly lingering there, I was forced to let go of his bottom lip before we had a repeat of what happened in the back room out in front. With Conor watching or not.
“I have to go now but I’ll see you tomorrow, Cara. Try to stay out of trouble until then,” Massimo pressed the promise in the form of a lingering kiss against my mouth before he pulled away. The conflicted look on his face told me that he didn’t want to leave and was battling internally with himself. It made me feel special in a way that I had never imagined even possible.
A goofy smile played on my lips as I watched him walk away, especially when he paused to glance over his shoulder at me for one last look before he walked out of the store.
“Boyfriend?” Conor squeaked, his eyes still wide in shock as he glanced between me and the entrance of the store that Massimo had just exited through.
“Not yet,” I grinned and didn’t say anything on the matter.
Shortly after Massimo left, my shift ended, and I clocked out. I was back at my apartment before the clock struck half six and I passed Luciana who was getting ready for her morning job. I was tired and in desperate need of sleep.
I had two classes today but thankfully, they were both after lunch so I could sleep for longer today.
Instead of sleeping, however, I found myself on Instagram. More specifically, I was on the profile of the man that had just fucked my brains out so hard that I could still feel himself inside of me right now.
My pussy clenched at the thought, and I had to bite my lip to stop a wanton moan from escaping me. My throat was already raw from moaning out his name in the back room.
There was a total of nine pictures on Massimo’s Instagram profile, and the last had been posted at the beginning of this year. It was a large group photo and appeared to be from a New Year’s Eve party. Everyone tagged in the photo was either one of his brothers, or people I could only assume was a part of his mafia.
Despite this being uploaded to his profile, Massimo was stood at the back. Everyone was smiling and grinning at the camera, some couples even kissing, but Massimo looked somewhat bored. Or rather, that was what a stranger would think.
I was no expert on Massimo Mancini – yes, the fact that I had just slept with the mafia boss of the Mancini mafia was still yet to settle in, but I was sure that I would freak out when it finally did – but I already knew him well enough – or perhaps that was from how observant I was, especially on those that I took a particular liking to – to know that he had a smile on his face and looked to be enjoying himself at the party.
I mean, the most amount of emotion I had seen on Massimo was that cheeky grin his lips curled up to when he had kissed my ass before proceeding to fuck me to the moon and back.
The picture before that was from Christmas day. Or I could only assume so from the two cakes that it was a picture of. One lavishly decorated with reindeers and even a small Santa Clause figurine made from icing, and the other one far more simple and smaller, covered in chocolate icing and with two candles on top, writing 59.
The rest consisted of his friends and family, all of them tagged, but no more pictures that included him; the only person that I actually wanted to see more of.
It was evident that Massimo held his friends and family close to his heart and even though he wasn’t the most expressive, he clearly cared about them vocally enough to post them on his otherwise very private Instagram.
The only picture that had Massimo’s face in was his most recent one and his profile picture. Both enough to take my breath away.
Or that was what I thought until I clicked on his very first post which actually turned out to be two slides. The first consisted of a quote.
In the waves of change, we find our new direction.
When I slid my thumb across the screen, the breath was knocked out of me as Massimo grinned at me from the screen. It looked like a recent picture as he looked exactly the same as he did when I had seen him earlier. Except the date told me that it was from two years ago, nearing to three now.
This had to be the day that he had officially taken over the mafia from his papa. It must have truly been a heartfelt, momentous moment for him to express himself so openly. I could tell it didn’t otherwise come easy to him.
It was difficult to drag my eyes away from the picture, and it was only when I realised that the time was closer to eight than seven that I forced myself to turn my phone off and force it away from me. It was almost laughable how long I had spent staring at his pictures…and he only had his face in two of the grid posts.
And to think, this sinfully sexy man wanted to see me again tomorrow…except, I wouldn’t be working another night shift until Saturday.
That was a whole four days away.
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25.01.2022
