Begging To Be Ruined
1318 Words
Madeline POV
Madeline walked out of the bathroom as if she hadn’t just straddled a man six years older than her, leaving him behind wrecked in the stall.
Madeline was the youngest child of the De Luca family, and she’d always been a quiet observer. Watching her brother and sister make mistakes she didn’t want to make.
So she, unlike them, had listened to her father less and had more of her own choices. Like having s*x. Unlike Sophia, she had not waited to lose her virginity. Nope. She’d done it the way she wanted, and it had been perfect.
She knew Dorio wanted her, it had been all over his face… and she wanted him too. After her embarrassing crushes on Alessandro when she was twelve and Dante when she was fourteen, her eye had fallen on Dario, and it had never left—but she knew she needed to wait for their age gap to become acceptable.
Her attraction to older men had always been there, and she hadn’t hesitated to take advantage of the situation when the timing was right.
She could feel Dario’s eyes on her—burning in her skin, while she laughed at something one of the Marconi boys said—some throwaway flirtation—and placed her hand lightly on his arm.
Her eyes connected to Dario’s from across the ballroom. His jaw was tight, his drink untouched in his hand. Good.
She was just about to ramp up her game when a shadow came up behind her. She recognized him immediately as Gia’s husband. Leonardo Costa.
“You’re Madeline De Luca, aren’t you?”
Maddie turned, surprised. “I am.”
Leo’s smile was all smooth edges. “Beautiful. Bold. You remind me of someone I used to know.”
She didn’t answer. Just waited.
“You’re not like the others,” he said. "Most girls your age are shy. Waiting for someone to notice them. But you…” He looked her over, eyes lingering too long. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Maddie’s skin prickled.
“You ever think about what a man like me could give you?”
Her breath caught. He leaned in slightly, voice dipping low.
“I could make you very comfortable. Protected. You wouldn’t have to chase after boys who don’t know what to do with a woman like you.”
Maddie’s stomach turned. She looked at him—really looked.
Gia’s husband. The man who walked in with her like she was a prize. The man who made her eyes go dark every time someone mentioned his name.
Maddie stepped back.
“Thanks,” she said coolly, “but I’m not in the market to be anyone’s backup girl.”
Leo’s smile didn’t falter. “Think about it.” he said, before slipping her his business card, “call me if you change your mind…or want a test run. You might like the…experience I have,” his fingers brushed her arm, before he turned and walked back over to his wife.
Maddie might have been bold, but she’d rather set herself on fire than be some man’s side piece. She wasn’t some side character in someone’s story. She was the female lead.
“What was that all about?” Dario’s voice suddenly came up behind her. Madeline smirked. Should she play the ‘damsel in distress, I need you to comfort me with your p***s’ card?
“What was that all about?” Dario asked, jaw tight.
Maddie turned to him, her face cool—but her eyes sparkled.
“Just men being men,” she said with a sigh, leaning in until her lips brushed his ear.
“Did he make you feel uncomfortable?” he asked, his eyes darting to Leo with a dark look in his eyes. God, he was so f*****g sexy when he was angry. Madeline took a moment to stare at him. His defined jaw with the perfect amount of stubble, his dark brown eyes, the way his muscles flexed in his white dress shirt…
“A little,” she said, tilting her head, “but… your c**k inside me would make me feel so much better.”
Dario made a strangled sound in his throat.
She was going to kill him—and she had the perfect way to do it.
“I’m heading home,” she suddenly said, after Dario recovered.
“Already?” he asked, looking…disappointed? Or maybe it was just her imagination.
“Are you going to miss me?” she mock pouted, leaning in.
“Maybe,” he smirked.
Madeline walked away, with his house key in hand. Dario Mancini was about to come home to a delicious surprise—or Madeline hoped he would think so at least, but first, she needed a little word with her sister.
“Could you tell Daddy I spent the night at your place if he asks?” Madeline asked with a pleading look on her face.
“Why? Where are you going?” Sophia asked, eyeing her sister suspiciously.
“Just going to have some fun,” she smiled sweetly.
Madeline took an Uber to his apartment. Sophia had once taken her there when Dante was still living there—but she’d overheard once that Dario had moved in after Dante got married—hopefully he still lived there.
She let herself into the apartment quietly, smiling as she took in the familiar layout.
He hadn’t moved. Thank God.
She wandered through the kitchen, ran her fingers over the marble counter, then stepped into the bathroom—she needed a shower for what she had planned.
Ten minutes later, steam fogged the mirror. She toweled off, then walked into his walk-in like she owned the place and slipped into one of his white dress shirts, padding barefoot to the couch.
When she heard the sound of cursing outside the door, Maddie didn’t move.
She just smiled. A few more bangs. A muttered “What the f—where the hell—”
Then she strolled over casually and opened the door. Dario stumbled forward slightly, mid-rant.
He blinked. Bare feet. Smooth legs. One of his white dress shirts barely hanging on by three buttons.
“Madeline… what the hell are you doing here?”
She stepped back, letting him in. “Picked your pocket.”
She nodded to the coffee table where his keys lay, perfectly placed.
“Thought I’d make myself at home.”
Dario just stared.
“You picked my pocket?” he repeated.
“You looked distracted,” she said sweetly, walking away from the door. Her hips swayed. “And you left your closet wide open. How could I not borrow something?”
“You’re in my shirt.”
“Don’t worry,” she said over her shoulder. “It’s the only thing I’m wearing.”
She heard the sharp intake of breath behind her, before Dario spoke.
“You can’t be here, Madeline. I’m going to get into a lot of trouble,”
“We both are,” she winked, before unbuttoning the top of the shirt.
“Maddie…don’t” Dario warned, but Madeline kept going, and Dario didn’t look away.
The shirt dropped to the floor, pooling around her. Dario’s eyes slid over her so slowly she was starting to wonder if time had slowed down.
She slowly walked over to him, placing her hands on his chest. His heart was beating fast inside his chest.
“Like what you see?” She asked. Dario swallowed hard, before nodding.
“Now imagine,” Madeline whispered, her hand slipping down to grab him through his pants, “what it would feel like to be inside me.”
Dario’s breath hissed between his teeth. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Her skin was warm. Her scent was in his lungs.
And she was right there.
Begging to be ruined.
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