Falling
1372 Words
Dario POV
He should not be smiling.
Especially not at the text lighting up his phone screen for the fifth time.
But he was.
Still thinking about last night? I am. followed by a winking emoji and… a goddamn peach.
He swiped the screen down and shoved his phone into his pocket before Dante could catch the grin he was trying to smother.
"Are you even listening to me?" Dante snapped from across the office desk.
“Sure,” Dario said, leaning back in his chair. “Politics. Alliances. Something about Leo being a raging asshole. Got it.”
Dante glared. “Jesus, you're worse than Alessandro.”
"Alessandro doesn't get these kinds of texts."
Another buzz. Dario didn’t look this time. But he didn’t need to—his mind was already full of Madeline.
She was bold and confident, and unlike the other women he usually bedded—she didn’t want anything from him. She wasn’t trying to get a relationship out of this, she wasn’t after his wealth or using him for a modeling career or whatever—no, she just wanted him for him.
He thought back to their night together. It had been—incredible. She might be only nineteen, but boy did she know what she was doing. And that body—
“Dario!”
“Calm down, I was listening.” He chuckled.
“Really, then what did I say?” Dante asked, raising an eyebrow.
Was he talking about work>? Probably not. Their family business? Maybe. Gia? Probably.
“Look, I’m sorry Gia is going through this, if you’re right about her getting abused… that Leonardo is a scumbag,” Dario said, hoping he was on the right track.
Dante nodded, shaking his head. That was close.
“You did it? Didn’t you?” Dante suddenly asked.
“Did what?” Dario asked, Was his brother on to him?
“You slept with Madeline, didn’t you?”
“What? Made-who?” Dario asked, barely maintaining his composure.
Dante just stared at him. “You’re such a bad liar, it’s painful.”
“Look,” Dario said, standing up and grabbing his jacket. “I have actual work to do—if that’s okay with you.”
“Sure,” Dante muttered. “Try keeping it in your pants while you're at it.”
He opened his office door—and froze.
Madeline was sitting in his chair, twirling in it slowly, wearing a short skit. Sinfully short.
“Hi,” she smiled. “You look tense.”
“Madeline… what the hell are you doing here?” He asked, quickly closing the door behind him.
“I had a free hour between classes,” she said with a shrug, standing up slowly. “And I was bored.”
Her eyes dropped to his crotch. “And horny.”
Dario groaned. “This is going to kill me.”
“You love it,” she smirked, already walking toward him.
This was a bad idea. A reckless, stupid, absolutely incredible idea.
Madeline was under his desk, her fingers tracing his thighs with maddening patience. She looked up at him with that devilish grin—the one that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
Dario swallowed hard, glancing toward the office door. “Maddie, someone could walk in—”
“Then maybe you should’ve locked it.” She winked and pulled his zipper down with her teeth.
Fuck.
The second her mouth closed over him, he nearly lost it. Her lips were soft, her tongue wicked. She moaned softly around him, and Dario's hand gripped the edge of the desk, white-knuckled.
He was this close to surrendering completely when—
Knock.
The door creaked open.
“Yo, D?”
Dario’s heart slammed into his ribs as Nico’s voice cut through the tension.
But of course, Madeline being as bold as she was didn’t stop. No, she hollowed out her cheeks and took him deeper. Dario coughed, adjusting in his chair to shield her as best he could, while latching onto his desk for dear life.
“Yeah?” he croaked, trying not to sound like he was halfway to heaven.
Nico stepped inside, his sharp gaze sweeping the room. “Just wanted to check if you were free later for that dinner with Uncle Sandro. You weren’t answering your phone.”
“I was… busy,” Dario said, voice tight.
Nico’s eyes narrowed. Then they dropped—to the slightly askew chair. The twitch in his jaw was brief but unmistakable.
“You know…” he said slowly, “I’m really glad I don’t have to kill you.”
Dario blinked. “Excuse me?”
“For sleeping with my baby sister.” Nico’s voice was calm, too calm. “Because if you hurt her, Dario, it won’t matter that we’ve known each other for ten years.”
Dario cleared his throat. “Message received.”
Nico turned, but just before he walked out, he tossed over his shoulder, “Also—your tie’s inside out. Rookie move.”
Dario let out a strained chuckle. “I’ll see you tonight?”
“Yeah, tonight,” Nico winked, before stepping out. The door clicked shut.
Madeline peeked up from under the desk with a pout. “He scared your boner away.”
“Yeah, well,” Dario exhaled, dragging a hand over his face. “He nearly scared my soul out of my body.”
Maddie rose to her feet slowly, wicked smile returning. “Guess I’ll have to find someone else to help with my horniness then.”
She teased the hem of her skirt up—showing smooth thighs and a sliver of black lace. Dario growled.
Without a word, he strode to the door and locked it.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Maddie squealed as he swept her onto the desk, her legs parting around him as he yanked her panties aside and slid into her in one brutal thrust.
“Dario—” she gasped, but he covered her mouth with his hand, eyes burning.
“Quiet,” he whispered against her neck. “You don’t want your brother to come back, do you?”
She moaned under his palm as he f****d her hard and fast, the edge of the desk creaking with every thrust. Her fingers dug into his back, her legs tightening around his waist.
“Next time you come into my office uninvited,” he murmured darkly, “you better be ready to leave with bruises.”
Madeline only moaned louder.
Dario leaned against the edge of his desk, still shirtless, watching Madeline straighten her skirt and fluff her hair like nothing had happened.
“You’re going to get us both killed,” he muttered, tugging his shirt back on.
She winked. “You didn’t seem too worried ten minutes ago.”
He crossed the room to unlock the door, checking the hall. “Go. Fast. Before anyone sees you.” But the second she stepped out, they weren’t alone. Dante stood a few feet away, holding a folder, eyebrows raised.
“Well, well,” he said slowly.
Madeline didn’t miss a beat. “Mr. Mancini, good afternoon. I came for Dario’s services,” she said smoothly. “I had a problem… I couldn’t handle on my own.”
Dario groaned quietly behind her.
Madeline smiled sweetly at Dante. “He was very professional. Worth every penny. You should give him a raise. He’s great at what he does… Very satisfactory.”
She sauntered off, heels clicking down the hall.
Dante turned to Dario, deadpan. “You do realize Nico’s going to kill you, right?”
Dario dragged a hand through his hair. “Yeah. I’m preparing for my funeral as we speak.”
Dante shook his head. “Better make it a closed casket.”
Once Dante was gone, and the hallway was silent again, Dario sat back down at his desk.
He stared at his phone. At the message Maddie had sent earlier. At the chaos she always seemed to leave behind.
And then, he said it out loud. Quietly.
“s**t. I’m falling.”
And that scared him more than Nico ever could.
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