Repaying the Mafia’s Dept

Tristan “I feel like we’re at a standstill,” I say to Massimo.

I’m on the phone in my room. It’s been the longest day ever.

I’ve avoided Isabella because I needed time and space to think without emotions driving me insane.

Massimo sighs and there’s a moment of silence.

“I know. It’s a fucking shame because we’ve managed to cover ourselves extremely well. We’re fortunate the general consensus amongst Mortimer’s men is still that Isabella escaped and Sacha got away. We’ve never had such an opening to strike on a powerful enemy as we have now. Tristan, we’ve managed to fool him.”

“I know brother, I know.”

“Mortimer isn’t preparing for an attack from us. He’s preparing to get his daughter back and punish the guard who allowed her to escape. We need to know where the man is soon, or it really will mean war and I can’t keep everyone safe.” He sounds drained out. “Tristan, I gotta ask… you believe her? Isabella? It’s bold to take such a risk. How can you trust her?”

I don’t think I could explain it to him the way I’ve reasoned it with myself.

“I just do. Can you trust that I do? Can you trust me?” It’s a double-edged question. I want to know if he can still trust me and I want to know if he can trust my judgment in this situation.

“You know I do,” he answers effortlessly and relief washes over my body in waves. “I just want to know that we’re doing the right thing. But, Tristan, what the hell now? The clock’s ticking and I’m at a loss. Other than moving to plan B, I can’t think of anything else.”

We accepted we might have to be mentally prepared for plan B from the start. I should agree and we jump on ahead. I just think we’ve come so far with the opportunity we have to waste it. I don’t want to screw with that if there is something else we can do.

I don’t know if Isabella might be able to think about something more. Maybe something she never thought of before. I tend to think though that if there was anything, she would have told me by now.

“Let me think about it for a few more days,” I impart. “Don’t think about plan B just yet. Our silence in this mission has been for our benefit. A few more days isn’t going to hurt us, especially if we move to plan B. We still have that time of reprieve while they think she’s escaped. Let’s use it to our advantage.”

“All right. We’ll take the time to think and put our heads together. I guess having Isabella is still a big advantage.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “She is.”

“Where’s Dominic? I messaged him earlier and he didn’t respond.”

Damn it… I don’t want to tell him about Dominic yet. Not when he so worried about everything else. But I have to tell him something. The point of having someone’s trust is making sure you maintain it. So, I can’t lie to him now or sidestep the problem.

“There’s something going on with Dominic, Massimo. I can’t be sure yet, but I’ll find out.”

“What do you mean? What’s happening to him?”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“I need you to trust me with this too. I just … need you to let me handle it.” It’s a big thing to ask a man who likes to think he has the power to protect everyone.

“Tristan, you have to give me something. I’m all the way across the sea I can’t just drive up and see you guys.”

“I think he’s taking something,” I confess.

“Fuck… what is he taking?”

I want to say heroin because that’s what I figured it had to be, but I hold off on telling him that. I don’t know it as truth yet and I don’t want to speculate and assume anything until I have facts. I respect Dominic enough not to do that.

“I’m not sure. I don’t know what it is yet, but he’s taking something. I’ll keep tabs on him.”

“Jesus Christ, I don’t believe this. It’s the pressure and the shit. I should fly over.”

“No,” I say quickly. “Let me handle it. You should stay there. When you go people will start to suspect something. I’ll figure something out.” It’s the same thing I told Candace.

“Okay… call me at the first sign of trouble.”

“You know I will.”

I hang up and I lean against the wall.

I’ve told two people now who are relying on me that I’ll figure something out.

What am I going to figure out though? Am I suddenly going to conjure up Mortimer’s location, and am I going to wave my magic wand and make Dominic better?

Fuck… I run a hand through my hair and think of Isabella as the weight of the stress takes me.

I think of her because I know she must be waiting to see me. I’ve avoided her again and I have to tell her last night was just last night. It can’t happen again.

I leave my room to do exactly that, knowing that if I do one thing to alleviate some of the load from my mind it will be one thing less to worry about.

But then I open the door and see her.

My gaze lands on her and everything I planned to say fades from my mind.

She’s wearing a silk slip. The other day I’d grabbed a bunch of Candace’s clothes because we didn’t have anything here for Isabella to wear. Earlier I’d gotten one of the maids to go over to the mainland to get clothes. This looks like it’s part of that collection.

When I said to get some comfortable things, I didn’t realize she was going to come back with seductive shit to harden my cock all over again.

“Hi, I was just… going to bed,” Isabella says and my eyes dart to the bed.

The bed we spent all night in getting up close and personal with each other’s bodies.

I walk into the room and move closer to her.

A flush of crimson races down her neck and I know she can look at me and know what I want.

I haven’t answered her yet.

“Thought you were going to avoid me again,” she states.

“No,” I answer and reach for her face.

I run my finger along the silky smooth skin lining her jaw and I see her as Isabella again. Not my enemy’s daughter. I just see her as a woman I can’t resist, a woman who’s tempting the hell out of me with just the way she looks at me.

When I bend my head down to kiss her, she moves to me too. I kiss over those soft plump lips and run my tongue over hers. Doing that fans the flames of lust inside me and I know any hope I had of resisting this woman tonight was outside that door, long before I walked in.

Any trace of that hope has drifted through the window and it’s gone.

Gone from me and like yesterday I don’t want to stop. I just want her, and I just want how she feels to be in my mind.

I don’t want to think about the past and I don’t want to think about the present. Nothing besides right now.

I pull away from her and she presses her dainty hand to her lips, looking up at me with anticipation.

“Take your clothes off for me,” I tell her, and she slips off the little straps to her slip.

It’s a flimsy piece of fabric that leaves nothing to the imagination. It floats down her body and drifts to the floor, pooling at her pretty feet.

To my satisfaction all she’s wearing underneath is her panties. She tugs on the lacy edge and pushes them down her long, elegant legs, and as she bends down those gorgeous breasts bobble, the nipples already hardening.

I have to touch them. I run my fingers over the tight peak of her nipples even before she can stand and I’m still holding her when she does.

“Is this what you want?” she asks, and my damn brain nearly explodes in my head.

The sexiest women are the quiet, sweet ones who you never expect to tempt you. This one is like that.

Deadly, because she could have some serious power over me I don’t want to give anybody.

I run my gaze over her body and nod with approval.

“You are exactly what I want,” I tell her, and I know my words carry more meaning than what she asked.

She leans in to kiss me and I kiss her back, when she pulls on my shirt, I allow her to take it off only breaking to pull it over my head.

We kiss and her hands on me feel amazing. I touch her, fondling her breasts and she runs her hands over my chest as we kiss.

It’s the perfect feast of giving and taking. Until her fingers flutter over my cock and I remember my fantasy of her lips taking me in.

I grab her hand and press it to my length and the temptress knows exactly what I want.

She secures her hand to around my length, holding me through the fabric of my pants as she runs her fingers up and down.

I groan and grow in her hands.

She steps back releasing me, but I reach for her pulling her back.

She smiles and it’s the best sight. I like us like this, and I do the dangerous thing of wanting it.

“Don’t you dare stop me,” I say playfully, knowing from the saucy smile on her face she has no intention of stopping either.

“I’m not. I just want to suck your cock,” she answers and any shred of sanity I had left dissipates from my mind.

“I’m all yours Bellezza,” I tell her, and the beauty drops to her knees.

My belt buckle clinks as she undoes it and my cock strains when those fingers flutter over my fly as she undoes my zipper.

The beauty takes my cock out of my boxers and starts licking over the tip with her little pink tongue that’s the same rosy color as her nipples.

She clamps one slender hand around the base of my shaft then runs her tongue up and down from tip to base then back again.

Watching is the stuff fantasies are made off and fuck damn do I want this wild fantasy to last forever.

By the time she takes me into her mouth, I’m all hers. All I do is feel and watch her head bobbling up and down as she sucks my cock and takes me deeper and deeper until she’s deep throating me.

It feels too good, so good I throw my head back and groan out my pleasure then I lose control and lace my fingers through her hair so I can fuck her face.

I pump into her mouth furiously and she allows me to. She takes what I give her and only sucks me harder.

The stress leaves my body, but when my balls tighten I know I’m going to come.

I want to come in her mouth and watch her swallow my seed, but more than that, I want to come inside her.

The desire to do so allows me to garner some control. I take her arm and stop her from sucking.

She does but her plump lips look swollen from my assault on her mouth.

“I want to fuck you, you can play with my cock later,” I tell her and kiss her hard. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees.” I want that ass. I want to take her like I did last night, starting the way we finished.

She does what I tell her, moving on to the bed and settling down on to her hands and knees.

I shed the rest of my clothes and get on the bed behind her, naked.

I take just a few seconds to admire her ass before I grab it, then I part her thighs to lick over her slick opening, licking over her pussy lips then thrusting my tongue into her passage.

She moans out the sweetest sound, a sound I’ll never tire of hearing.

She was already wet and ready for me, but I just made sure she’s ready for the hard fuck I want to give her.

I line the head of my cock up with her entrance, grab her hips and slam into her. Her body jolts forward and the sweet sexy moans that fall from her lips fuel me to drive into her.

I start to fuck her the way I like to fuck. Hard and relentless and her body takes me like she was made for me.

We both get lost in the sensation of the wild rhythm that comes to take us over the edge, and up we climb to the pinnacle of passion.

Higher and higher we go and when she expects to fall, I keep her there fucking her harder so that her hair falls forward over her face and she’s calling out my name.

I take full advantage of the fact that we are on the other side of the house. Right at the back, where no one but me can hear her screams of ecstasy.

Just me, she’s all for me, all mine and I don’t plan to stop tonight. This is just the beginning.

She comes first but I still fuck her. I love the feel of her walls wrapping around my cock like a vice. Last night her pussy was so tight every time I entered her it was hard to control myself.

Now that she’s adjusted to take my width and length, I can give it to her how I want.

But only to a limit. I reach it and slam into her over again as I climax, thundering into her like a hurricane.

Her pussy walls squeeze me clean, milking me of everything I have and with it she pulls down the wall I secured around my heart to stop me from ever knocking on love’s door again.

Wanting to fuck is one thing. but wanting her is another.

That’s why I’m always left feeling like I can’t get enough. It’s because I want her.

I want more than the physical, more than sex. I actually want the woman.

I want to keep her.

But that’s not possible. No matter how many times I take her like this, I can’t have her the way I want.