THE MAFIA’S HEIR

BIANCA’S POV

“You know, you remind me of my Nonna.” He said, making me wonder why he thought so. He had spoken fondly about the woman yesterday and from his words, he cared deeply for her.

“I do?

“A lot.” He chuckled, almost like he didn’t believe his own words.

“You don’t sound sure.” I noted.

“That’s the problem.” He muttered to himself. “You’re just so familiar… I don’t know how to explain it.” He chuckled again, making me scratch the tip of my nose. “You see?” He grinned.

“See what?”

“That action.”

“What action?” I asked in confusion.

“Scratching the tip of your nose.” He laughed. “My Nonna used to do that a lot.”

“Oh? It’s a normal thing I do most of the time.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve not seen you do that often.” He countered.

“Well, you probably just haven’t noticed. It’s something I do most of the time. When I’m tired, when I’m tensed, when I’m excited….” I trailed off.

“You both are really so alike huh?” He grinned at me.

“So what more? We don’t just feel alike because of a single regular reflex action now, do we?”

“Well, maybe. I guess the rest comes from your ability to stay quiet for very long. My Nonna and I used to walk around the beautiful spots of this same island. The same feeling I have when I walk with her, is the same I get when I walk with you. And weirdly, you both have identical eye colours.”

“We do?”

“Yes. Very alike.” He smiled. Why had my boss never mentioned that? “Do you really expect Alexander to talk about the fact that you have identical eye color as his grandma?” He asked, making my eyes go wide.

“Not again!” I groaned. “How do you do that stuff? This is the hundredth time you’re reading my mind. Stop reading my fucking mind!!!” I yelled in exasperation and he just laughed. His laughed gradually died down, getting mixed with my silence.

“So, you do not really care for my cousin then?”

“Sorry?” I asked, looking at him as I tried to decipher the meaning behind his words.

“You said you liked Francisco, but you have a boyfriend.” He explained.

“I never said I liked Francisco, you just assumed.”

“You don’t like Francisco? But you said you had a huge crush on Alexander’s cousin, whom you might even be in love with presently.” Why was he suddenly bringing this up now?

“What is it to you anyway?” I asked, and he all but shrugged.

“Just naturally curious.” After he responded, we fell into silence again. Suddenly, it felt really awkward for me to be there with him, so I stood to leave. “Why did you stand up?”

“I’m heading back to the beach house.” I replied, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Look I’m sorry about intruding into your…” He was still talking when I took my first step to leave, and the next thing I knew, he had pulled me back and I landed on his thighs. “Sorry.” He muttered into my ears from behind, making my neck and face go hot instantly. “I didn’t think you’d fall straight onto my thighs.” He rushed out, his hot breathe fanning the nape of my neck and sending thrills down to my toes. I hated the fact that in that moment, I could barely control my hormones. They were everywhere. I tried to get up from his thighs, but when I felt something erect just beneath my butt, I sat still. Was that what I was thinking? Even if it was, I had to overcome my shock and get up from his thigh, before he asked me to do so himself. Just before I could make another attempt to get up, I felt his hand on my waist. Was he about to push me off? If only I had known that his intentions were far from being pure. The next thing I had felt were his lips attacking the nape of my neck.

“Biaanncaaa…” He drawled, making my breathing become shallow. He began trailing his tongue down my neck as my whole body turned into jelly. I found it difficult to move a long minute. I had expected to open my eyes to realize it was all a daydream, but that did not happen. Instead the rough way he grabbed my breasts from behind made me gasp, telling me that it was all real.

“Manuel…. no.” I managed to say, but all he did was grunt in disapproval of my words. “Please.” I tried again in my state of weakness, but all he did was put his hands underneath the shirt I was wearing, cupping my naked breasts with his large palm. I guess that was when I lost character.

Before I could comprehend what I was doing, I began grinding my butt atop his hard dick, my breathing getting more and more shallow as seconds passed. What was I doing? I just couldn’t help it with the way his hands felt against my skin. He pulled one hand off my breast, and began tugging on the skirt I was wearing.

“I want you now.” He whispered into my ears, making me shudder in a mix of excitement and fear. Fear of what my apparent stupidity was going to cost me when all of this was over. The next thing he did was to stand up from his seat with me in his arms, before lowering me down to the soft sand as he hovered above me. He wasted no time in pulling off his shorts, after which his hands began playing along my thighs, sending sweet sensations through my lower body. My mind screamed at me to shut my legs against him, but I chose to be a fool and spread them wide open to him. He hooked his fingers on each side on my panties and pulled them down my legs with my cooperation. When that was out of the way, he spread my thighs wider and bent to kiss me. I hooked my hands tightly around his neck as I felt his cock slowly making its way into my wet hole. My body shivered in ecstasy as a result of the electrifying sensations that the intrusion of his cock made the walls of my pussy feel. I tightened my hold on his neck as he began to move inside me.

“Arrgghhh!!” I moaned out, feeling him take me higher as each second passed. He disconnected his lips from mine and buried his face in the crook of my neck, where he kept biting into lightly.

“Fuck!” He groaned at some point, his thrusts becoming harder. I felt myself tearing up from the intense pleasure I was feeling and in no time, I began to cry. He suddenly stopped and looked at me.

“Did I hurt you?” He breathed roughly, probably having it difficult restraining himself from moving inside me at that moment. I was having it difficult too.

“No! Don’t stop.” I said, clasping my legs around his waist. He gave a deep grunt before resuming his thrust with a hard slam. “Goddd!!” I yelled out, more tears leaking from my eyes.

“Fuck! Bianca!” He groaned into my neck, his pace becoming faster. “You are heaven!” He grunted out, hitting so deep inside me that my brain did a flip for a second. Another thrust and I began losing it. My body vibrated uncontrollably underneath him as all the pleasure and sensation from every part of my body combined into one, exploding in perfect uniformity before my very eyes. I guess the lights from the explosion were so bright that it blurred my vision and senses for a straight minute. I could still feel my body being used by Manuel who crazily chased his own release. After a while, he fell limply on top of me, and I reflexly placed my hand on top of his head, my fingers trailing through the soft mass of his hair until I fell into slumber. God! That was mind blowing.

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I got to the airport with his men and we all sat on a long empty bench, waiting for him to show up. It wasn’t up to five minutes later when he strolled in with one of his men following behind. My eyes had not left his figure as he walked closer to where we sat. I was finally seeing him since I woke up on that soft sand alone yesterday morning. Eleanor had told me he had hurried out of the island that morning with his suitcase. I had told myself to not feel wronged because from the onset, he didn’t owe me anything. He never forced me to have sex with him, I did on my own accord. But it didn’t change the fact that I naturally felt hurt. I wondered if there had been another explanation as to why he had disappeared again, but was it really worth listening to? We were about traveling back to Italy and things were definitely bound to return to normalcy.

While we waited for the pilot to be done with his checks, Manuel remained in a conversation with the man he had arrived with. A part of me felt like he was purposely avoiding having to talk with me, so I equally acted blind towards him. The last thing I’d do is try to say hello to a man who fucked me like I meant everything, and then disappeared the next morning. I wasn’t so desperate. Soon, we all went aboard and jet took off. I had stayed at the other end of the plane, quite a distance away from Manuel. I hadn’t gotten up from my seat except I wanted to relieve myself. I tried to sleep for most part of the journey, and just remained swallowed by my thoughts for the other part. The journey took roughly 7 hours and once we landed the airport in Milan, I felt that tingling feeling of tension in my belly. It had all come to an end. We took our luggages and stepped out of the plane.

The only luggage I had was the clothe on me, as I had left the clothes Alexa had given me, back on the island. The refreshing air from the open space kissed my skin, and I sighed. We all walked towards the main part of the airport and through our entire journey there, he hadn’t spared me a single glance.

As we got to the arrivals section of the airport, I spotted a familiar lady running in her heels, making her way towards Manuel. A tall and fit looking man followed her behind and I deduced he was probably her body guard.

“Hey baby!” She flung herself onto Manuel’s body and then, did he finally look at me. I only hoped I didn’t look as sad as I felt. He pulled his eyes away from me almost immediately, and smiled at the woman in his arms. His fiancee. Her bodyguard calmly walked up to me and introduced himself.

“Hello ma’am.”

“Hello.”

“I’m Massimo. I work for the Don. So sorry about the mix up.” For him to have referred to Manuel as ‘the don’ in my presence, then it only meant he was aware I knew they were mafians. And he wasn’t her bodyguard after all.

“I’m alive and for that alone, I’m grateful.” I managed a small smile which he reciprocated.

“Here.” He muttered, handing over a familiar device to me. That was my phone! I was glad it was safe.

“Thank you so….” I was still talking when I saw Francesca standing right before me.

“You are the girl who had worn my dress the other night right?” She didn’t really sound condescending per say, but I could tell when someone didn’t like me. This lady fucking disliked me. It was understandable. I had spoilt her birthday suprise. I guess she’d hate me more if she had an idea how her fiance had fucked me only two days back.

“I’m Bianca. Yes, we happened to dress alike.” I clarified her. She couldn’t make it seem like I was some sort of wannabe who copied her style of dressing.

“Hmmm.” She sized me down. Now, she looked condescending. Manuel stepped forward and held her arm. “We should leave now.” He casually said to her. Looking squarely into my eyes, she gave a smirk and tore her eyes away. “Yes my love.” She replied to Manuel, patting out an invisible dust from his shirt. Just then, I received a message on my phone. I had seen a whole lot of unread messages, but focused on the one that just came in. It was from my papa. He said they were close to the airport already. I felt relieved that my family were coming for me. I probably wouldn’t be able to share the way I felt with them, but their presence was definitely going to make me feel better. Glancing as Manuel and his woman once more, I made a promise to myself. I was done being pitiable beacuse of my feelings for this mafian. It was time to return to reality. In reality, a girl like me never had any business with a man like him.

The next minute, he took Francesca’s hand in his, and they started walking away. He had not walked far off when he halted, making Francesca halt as well. He turned to his men who were still with me.

“Make sure Bianca gets home safely.”

“That wouldn’t be neccessary sir.” I quickly replied. “My family are already on their way for me. Thank you, Mr Russo.” We shared one last glance at each other and in that moment, I could tell that my mind had finally succeeded in convincing my heart to put him behind. I pulled my eyes away from his, and looked into my phone when it beeped. My family had gotten here. With every confidence I could muster, I walked past he and his fiancee, as I made my way towards the entrance of the airport.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.