Cesare - present

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I EXIT THE ELEVATOR into my penthouse apartment with Kinsey’s hand entwined with mine.

After the weekly visit to the doctor, we can celebrate her fourth week in recovery. Withdrawal has been hell for her, and my heart’s hurt when I’ve had to hold her trembling and sweating body at night when she craves the heroin. But slowly, she’s getting clean. And she’s lived with me for over a month, letting me take care of her. Having her back calms my restless soul after five years of feeling incomplete.

“I’m proud of you!” I say as I release her hand and toss my keys onto the coffee table.

“Thank you. I couldn’t do this without you, Cesare.” She rests both palms on my chest as she stands close in front of me.

Her familiar perfume invades my nostrils, and my dick stands to attention.

“You’re very welcome.” I grin when she edges closer, and I grasp her hips, pressing my erection against her stomach.

She looks up at me through her lashes and smirks teasingly.

“I think you can tell what I want, piccolina.”

“I can.” She grins and steps back. “You want to know more about Cesare and Lucrezia because you love my tales?!” She smiles with a twinkle in her eyes and then spins around and dashes down the hall to the bedroom.

“You can run, but you can’t hide!” I chase her eagerly while laughing.

At the foot of the bed, I catch her waist from behind, pressing her back against me while whispering into her ear, “While I do love your tales, I didn’t mean that. And you’re obligating me to tell you precisely what I do want. I want...” I kiss the sensitive skin behind her ear. “...to eat your pussy until you come all over my tongue. And then my cock needs to be inside you. To fuck you hard and fast.”

Kinsey groans and pushes her luscious ass into my aching groin.

“I want to taste you too, Cesare,” she says, craning her neck, and I reward her with a kiss, turning her around and crushing my mouth against hers as she unbuckles my pants.

Kinsey kneels and wraps her lips around my cock while pumping the base. Grunting, I grab her hair into a ponytail while moving in and out. Then I trace her lips with the head of my dick, marking what’s mine.

Hurriedly, I tug her up and undress her completely, flinging her onto the bed as she shrieks.

“Sit up, Kins.”

The corner of her lip tilts up; she knows what I want.

So I lie on my back, and she positions herself on top of me, her knees on either side of my head and her pussy positioned right above my mouth while she’s facing my cock.

Hooking my arms around her hips, I devour her.

“Ah, Cesare,” she moans as I circle my tongue and hold her hips.

When she takes me into her mouth, her sweet, lashing tongue has me almost coming down her throat. Kins mashes her pussy against my face and whimpers louder and louder, so I thrust a finger inside and suck her clit. My cock is rock-hard while we both lick and suck and groan.

“Fuck, god, your mouth...” I growl and spear her pussy with my tongue.

Kinsey throws her head back while fisting my erection and climaxes in a loud scream as tremors of desire rake her body and I slowly lick her. Needing to release inside her, I turn her to sit astride me. 

“Ride me,” I order and grab her wrists, pulling her forward.

Her hair curtains us in a world of our own. The world I lost for five years but will never let go of again. I kiss her while she rubs her pussy against the head of my cock, and I push inside her, making her gasp. When her flesh gives and she starts to move up and down, I grip her hips as she rests her palms on my chest. Kinsey’s passionate grey eyes meet mine, and my dick swells from being inside the woman who was meant for me.

Before I can say it, she says in a husky voice laced with lust, “I love you.”

Sitting up, I cradle the back of her head with one hand while resting the other on her ass, kissing her harshly. “Ti amo, piccolina. Ever since I was twelve.”

Her arms loop around my neck as she moves her hips faster and faster. She rides me hard, and I suck her nipples as she arches her back and clutches my hair tightly. My balls tighten while pleasure rockets me, and I come inside her sweet pussy, thoroughly depleted.

We sit motionless, locked in an embrace, so close together not even a hairbreadth separates us. And I finally feel complete again.

Kinsey moves off me, and we recline on the bed, her head on my chest while I stroke her hair. Both lost in our thoughts while our breathing calms.

Then she mutters, “It was fate that I was there that night of the raid in Michael’s house. Fate brought us back together. Please don’t break my heart again.”

Tugging her hair, I force her to look at me. “Never. I’m not that boy anymore.”

“I know you’re not,” Kinsey states.

Her kiss-swollen lips curve up, and she stares at me as if she can’t believe I’m truly with her. It’s a look of devotion that I’ve missed.

“Do you believe in soulmates, Cesare?” she asks suddenly in a tender tone.

I sift her hair to the side, away from her eyes, and answer honestly, “Yes, ever since the day I met you.”

***

KINSEY IS BACK IN MY life and all is right.

Although, I know she realizes I’m the underboss of the most powerful mafia in New York, Michael needs confirmation. But first, I want to give her revenge against Joey because I need her to feel empowered and safe with me. 

Kinsey and I enter Michael’s house a month after the raid, and my captain already has Joey in the basement, tied to a bar hanging from wall-to-wall.

“Where are we going?” Kinsey probes.

Before I turn the knob, I tell her, “Joey needs to pay for what he did to you.” And I open the door.

She doesn’t flinch when she sees him. Thankfully, she sees the same man that I do; the man that drugged her. Joey crossed the line when he hurt her, and even though he’s a captain, I’m the underboss and outrank him. I only needed permission to capture him from Michael, who gave it happily.

Michael’s also present and greets Kinsey while gripping Joey’s chin.

He’s been in here for weeks, deprived of food and living off water. His emaciated body sways, and his tired eyes are unfocused.

“You...” he whispers, sneering at Kinsey.

Just as I’m about to speak, she amazes me and strides to him, grabbing his hair. “You ruin people. You take vulnerable girls off the streets and use them. You made your biggest mistake when you singled me out. Because”—she glances back over her shoulder at me—“I’m his.”

Kinsey and Michael step aside, and a malicious smile curves Michael’s lips as I take out my gun from my back waistband.

Joey stutters, “Cesare, please...pl-please. I didn’t know she was yours.”

“Too little”—I smash the butt of my weapon into his nose—“too late. No one hurts what’s mine!”

Handing over my gun to Michael, I clench my fist and hit Joey’s face, again and again, relishing in the pain shooting through my knuckles.

Then I hiss while gripping his hair, “I’m going to keep you on the edge of death, bruised and starving, until you pray for the sweet agony of death. I’ll deliver your body to your friends to send them a message to run. Everyone who ever gave Kinsey drugs will be hunted and killed.”

His head slouches forward when I release him, and blood drips from his chin.

I face Kinsey and hold out my hand for her to accept.

Michael elaborates, “You’re affiliated with the New York Syndicate now. You’re an accomplice. Do you understand? As Cesare’s partner, we will protect you with the extent of our power. But, if you ever betray us, he will pay with his life. Cesare will be executed.”

She swallows, and a nervous chill runs down my spine. However, my anxiety is unfounded because she takes my offered hand and nods.

“Make my underboss happy then,” Michael says.

“I will,” she replies in a sincere tone.

And we leave a groaning Joey behind to rot.

After exiting the basement, I take Kinsey into my arms, feeling content, and kiss the top of her head. She belongs with me and has accepted all that I am. We don’t even need words; our tight embrace says it all. This is the beginning of our forever.