BURNING HOT

CHAPTER 6

ILA looked up with hooded eyes as she relaxed her throat, allowing Sam to slide deeper inside her. He was much larger than she remembered from their teenage years. Sam groaned and tightened his grip on her hair, struggling to hold back his c****x. "You're doing an amazing job, baby girl," he cooed. His original plan had been a quiet dinner followed by a massage, but things had taken a heated turn as he moved from massaging her legs to her thighs. Whispers of dirty words and memories of the past had charged the air.

Sam's leg buckled as she began moving her head, and he closed his eyes in a mix of pleasure and frustration. Her tongue felt like fire against his skin, and her moans resonated through her throat, driving him wild. As he opened his eyes, he found himself locking gazes with her intense eyes. Gone was the unsure young girl who once sought to please him; now she exuded confidence, hands cuffed behind her back, knees apart, and mouth stretched wide to accommodate him. He marveled at how good she had become at this.

However, she was now pushing him beyond his limits. "Ila, I can't hold on much longer," he groaned, gripping her head before stepping back. "Sam, don't deny me this," she rasped, her voice low and desperate. "I want to feel you grow bigger and harder in my mouth. I need to have you finish down my throat, Sam."

Her words and the hunger in her eyes overwhelmed him. He knew he couldn't deny her anything. "You can have your way tonight, my love," he relented, though he planned to set boundaries moving forward. Her hands were already working his c**k with abandon, lips parted and tongue sending waves of sensation across the swollen head.

A grimace contorted his face, teeth clenched as he fought to suppress a growl of pleasure. Her mouth then enveloped the head, her tongue finding the sweet spot just beneath. Her entire being radiated heat. Damn.

He was on the verge of climaxing, feeling like an inexperienced teenager receiving oral pleasure for the first time. Despite being a mature man with years of trained physical control, that control had slipped away under the spell of her lips, tongue, and scorching-hot mouth. Her hand delicately moved to his testicles.

"Damn it, Ila..." he murmured as the sucking pressure intensified. He could have sworn he was witnessing a kaleidoscope of colors behind his closed eyes. "Almost there, baby. You're so good baby."

He sensed his erection growing thicker, acknowledging the power of her wicked tongue and pleasure-inducing mouth. His grip on her hair tightened, not to restrict her but to anchor himself. His legs felt like they might give way any moment.

Sensations surged from the tip of his p***s to his balls, a jagged symphony of heated pleasure. Muscles in his thighs clenched, followed by the rest of his body. A guttural groan escaped his throat, accompanied by an intense, fiery euphoria that inundated his senses.

Only Ila could coax this particular kind of release from him, delivering so much pleasure that no other woman could replicate. It almost brought him to his knees; that's how incredible it was. While he had once believed nothing could surpass the last b*****b she'd given him years ago, he now realized how wrong he was. Every encounter with her kept surpassing the last, each moment growing better than the previous.

"You're amazing," he complimented her as she withdrew her lips from his still semi-hard p***s. After adjusting his sweatpants, he helped her up and guided her to the couch, where he sat and pulled her into his embrace.

"I think I heard someone coming this way a while back," Ila sighed, her worry evident as Sam's fingers threaded through her hair. There was a nagging feeling that it might have been Sky approaching, especially since the others had playfully hinted about their location when they fetched their food in the kitchen earlier and then informed them that they were in this room.

"It was Sky and Matt. Sorry about that," Sam confirmed, his voice soothing her concerns.

"I would have been furious if you had interrupted me. Oh my, what would Matt have thought?" A blush colored her cheeks, though Sam could see through her attempt at distraction. He was always hyper-aware of his surroundings, no matter how much Ila tried to divert his attention.

"I'm curious about why he's here in the first place. Ryder informed me that Matt is having some kind of issue with his bodyguard."

"What's going on?"

"Apparently, his father is demanding his return," Sam explained. He had always been cautious about Matt, conducting a thorough background check the moment Sky grew close to him. The young man was genuinely good and a true friend to Sky, but the shadow of his father's troublesome associations loomed large. Sam knew it was only a matter of time before that trouble reached their doorstep with Matt's presence.

"I asked Sky about his family, and he said Matt avoids discussing them. I didn't push further, especially since you seemed to approve of him."

"I do like the boy. He's been a positive influence on Sky, but his family... that's a whole different kind of problem. I didn't think much of it, as everything seemed fine. However, if his father is insisting he returns home, then there's undoubtedly trouble."

"I figured you'd want to know. Who is his father anyway?" Sam's answer would provide insight into the family that her son was entangled with.

"Mafia. Matt's father is the boss of one of the most formidable Italian gangs," Sam finally revealed, immediately prompting Ila to pull away from him. He should have told her earlier, but the topic never seemed to surface in their conversations.

"Which one, Sam?" The realization that neither of them had disclosed Matt's background weighed heavily on her. "How could both of you have neglected to inform me of such crucial information? I'm certain Mael knows." Her younger brother was the one in charge of their families undergrad dealings he was sure to know about this.

"He appears to be a decent man. Yes, your brother is familiar with him. According to my sources, they've engaged in business dealings once or twice in the past. However, I don't believe he's aware of Matt and Sky's friendship. In the world of the Mafia, Matt is like a ghost. His father has taken pains to keep him away from the criminal underground."

"I'm deeply troubled by this, Sam. I need to hear this from Matt himself," she declared, rising and making her way to where her robe lay discarded. It had undoubtedly been a trying day.

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"You guys took your sweet time," Sky muttered in a low voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. He had finished eating with Matt and now they were enjoying a bottle of his mother's favorite wine. Exhaustion was settling in, and Sky longed for sleep; the day had been grueling and the hour was creeping closer to midnight.

"It's alright, Matt. Sky can be a handful at times," Ila said, her tone slightly teasing, as she settled into her seat. Her gaze shifted between Sam, who seemed to be debating between sitting or standing, and Sky and Matt.

"How are you holding up, Matt?" she asked with a warm smile, attempting to ease him out of his awkwardness. Matt's face was a shade of crimson from blushing, likely the result of Sky's relentless teasing throughout the evening. It was amusing how much that particular expression reminded her of someone.

"Like anyone could be okay after accidentally walking in on you guys," Sky quipped, interrupting her train of thought. He shot a peculiar look at Sam, who had chosen to remain standing with his arms crossed beside her. Ila shook her head.

"I apologize for that, my dear," she replied sweetly, a tad too sweetly, causing Sam to emit a low chuckle before resuming his icy demeanor.

"I can't believe I sided with you all this time, Sam," Sky groaned.

"Enough with the whining already. I only apologized out of consideration for Matt," Ila corrected. She turned to Sky. "I'm sorry about that, dear."

"It's alright, Ila..." Matt's response was cut short by Sky's muttered "yeah, right."

"Sky, cut it out. I'm aware our meetings these past few days have been quite interesting."

"Interesting is an understatement," Matt agreed, smiling.

"So, what's going on? I hear we should be bracing for trouble."

"I'm sorry about this, but I wouldn't have involved all of you. Sky, however, was quite insistent."

"Of course he was. And as long as you need our help, Matt, you've got it. You're 'sem'ya,' family. And I'm sure Sam and the guys wouldn't mind a bit of action around here. Ice could definitely use a break from my kitchen," Sky suggested.

Sam mumbled something she didn't quite catch, but she brushed it aside. "So, how about you fill us in on the details and what you require."

"Let's begin with who your father is," Sam finally interjected. Ila bit her tongue to keep from cursing aloud.

"What Sam meant to say," she interjected quickly, "is that we believe your father might pose a greater threat than the current issue at hand, given your presence here."

"The underworld is quite intricate. One moment, families cross paths, and the next, they're at war. I've had my share of family complications that have lasted more than a lifetime. But that doesn't mean I'll abandon you, Matt." Her gaze drifted momentarily, her thoughts a whirlwind.

Upon Sky's introduction months ago, after he became friends with Matt, she'd always felt an odd sense of familiarity with him. He had resurfaced memories she had long locked away.

"I understand. My father might have left me alone, or rather, he's kept me away from his business. He wouldn't have demanded my return unless there was trouble. At least, I hope that's the case, and not that my time's up and he wants to confine me."

"I'm certain Sam has already performed a background check. So, I'll be frank. My father isn't merely a billionaire businessman; he's also a Mafia boss, overseeing one of Italy's most formidable gangs. Our base of operations is in Sicily. You may have heard of Al' Barone."

Ila noticed Sky's surprise, though he tried to conceal it well. "For personal and security reasons, my father arranged for me to use the alias 'Allen' when I moved here." Although he wasn't too keen on the idea, it was the name Katrina had chosen as her own, given she couldn't recall her true surname. Under that name they were siblings.

Ila's focus wavered when she heard the name 'Allen.' She fought the urge to reach for her right knee, a nervous habit she'd developed since the accident. She hoped Sam hadn't caught that gesture; it would reveal too much. She had to divert her thoughts and continue the conversation.

"Mael mentioned Al' Barone once. I happened to call him during a business meeting and he called back later to apologize. That's when he mentioned the name. I had my own matters to discuss and didn't inquire further."

She sank further into the couch, her legs stretched out beside her, and she leaned against the armrest. Her robe had fallen open, revealing her legs and thighs. She shifted her hand subtly to cover her lap, hiding the red panties underneath.

Matt, trying his best not to stare at Ila's exposed legs or the distinct red marks visible on her thighs, focused on the conversation. "I'm not well-versed in my father's dealings; he's deliberately kept me at arm's length from everything. I hardly saw him during my time in Sicily."

Ila struggled to keep her attention on Matt's words and not on the insistent whisper in her mind that repeated 'Allen' incessantly. It gradually turned into her own whispered moan, memories from the past flooding back. The possibility that her Allen could be 'Al' was unthinkable.

"I don't think he knows about Sky's relationship to your brother. However, if I do stay, as Sky keeps suggesting, my father will undoubtedly investigate your family thoroughly. I know this could escalate into something dangerous. That's why I tried to dissuade Sky from bringing me here."

Sky interrupted again, suggesting, "Then we could form an alliance. Mom, you can talk to Mael, and when they agree, he can present the idea to your father. If both families form an alliance, he won't need to call you back; he'll trust us to protect you. Right, Mom?" Sky looked at her expectantly, and Sam's expression was equally calculating.

"Sky, you understand how complex these matters are. Ila doesn't make decisions like that," Sam interjected, though an alliance between their two families did seem appealing, albeit more intricate than it sounded.

"That's why I suggested Mom and Mael could discuss it. Come on, Sam, you know it's a viable plan. If Mael has already dealt with Matt's father, that holds weight," Sky argued, the benefits evident for both families.

Ila found herself at a loss for words. Though Sky's idea sounded sensible, it wasn't as simple as he made it out to be. Yet, with her doubts about Allen's identity, deeper waters were beckoning. The secrets and truths that had remained hidden for years threatened to resurface. Was she ready?

"Mom. Whatever you decide is final. Regardless of the approach, we're committed to keeping Matt safe here. I was just trying to make things smoother."

"You're right, Sky. As I mentioned earlier, Matt is now family. I'll contemplate your proposal once Sam provides me with information. Once I'm certain, I can discuss it with Mael." Ila shifted her legs from the couch and sat upright once more.

"I'm sorry, but I'll leave Sky to show you to your room. We've all had a long day, and we can continue this discussion tomorrow morning over breakfast," she announced, extending her hand as Sam enveloped her palm in his. His other arm found its way around her waist, and she couldn't resist planting a kiss on his lips, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Sky can give you a tour later. The house is quite picturesque."

"I would appreciate that, Ila. I'm genuinely honored to be considered part of this incredible family."

"Rest assured, she cares about you too. Goodnight, Mom," Sky chimed in, stifling a yawn.

"Goodnight, Sky. And please make sure Matt is properly settled before you retire for the night," she joked, as Sam guided her away from the room toward the stairs.

"I'll gather the files I've collected about the entire family and bring them to your office tomorrow."

"Thank you, Sam. We can't predict how things will unfold, and it might stir more trouble than we anticipate."

"It will work out. Still, Sky's idea does seem practical and simpler. I wouldn't want to exacerbate our list of foes," Ila paused, her fingers curling around Sam's, before she leaned in for a slow and sensual kiss. She broke it off before it escalated, but the nonchalant way he spoke of her enemies being his enemies surprised her.

"What was that for? Not that I'm complaining; feel free to kiss me anytime you please," Sam commented in a low tone, placing a peck on her nose. She couldn't help but giggle like a teenager, her smile radiant.

"The kiss was a bribe, so you'd be willing to carry me and tuck me in. And I fully intend to take you up on kissing you whenever I feel like it. My legs are quite tired," she whispered, a hint of playfulness in her voice. Sam immediately bent down, sweeping her up in his arms.

"You could've just asked, baby girl," he remarked, his gaze locked onto hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nestled into his embrace. He held her close, ascending the staircase.

"Sam, will you hold me tonight? I need..."

"Hush now... don't worry about a thing, moya lyubov'. I'm not going anywhere." He was done running; it was time for them to face their challenges and stand united as a family.

"No matter what, Sam, promise you won't leave me again," she whispered, aware of her selfishness. She needed him now more than ever, especially if Allen truly was Matt's father. The situation was growing increasingly complicated. For years, she had believed she would never need to reveal the truth about who Sam's father truly was.