Mob Mistress

Chapter Ten

Stefano

The room was silent when I stumbled into it, the first light of the day was streaming through the open drapes.

Casting my eyes around I took in the made bed and my heart lurched. The bed hadn’t been slept in. The room was exactly how we had left it. Except… stepping into the bathroom I bent to pick up the pretty pick dress she had been wearing last night. It smelt of her still, bunching the fabric up I brought it to my face.

Fuck, I was a total fool.

Where the hell was she? She had been here. The dress and the bunches up tissues in the bin told me she had come back after I had left her on the beach. She had been here and she had been crying.

I had f*****g left her. Walked away from her instead of protecting her like I was meant to just because she had dented my delicate feelings.

She had every right to reject me. She didn’t know I was applying for a divorce. Didn’t know I wasn’t messing around. And what did I do? Instead of staying, of explaining and fighting for her I had walked away and spent the night getting drunk on obscenely priced Bourbon.

What the hell was I going to do if she had left. But no, her passport were still where I had hidden them. At least that was something. I wasn’t sure I could handle her disappearing like Alice had done to Luca.

She was on the island.

Just where?

Turning back to the bathroom I stepped into the shower, I couldn’t do anything until I sobered up. Turning the water as cold as it would go I gritted my teeth as the tiny icy needles started to pepper my skin.

Lily, she was driving me insane. I wanted her so damn much. It was the only thing I could think of.

Where the hell was she? She must know I would worry?

I had just closed my fist around my throbbing c**k , the same as I did every morning when my mind was full of images of her face and the smell of her skin lingered on me from holding her all night. When I heard the door click closed.

Releasing myself I shut the water off, walking one of the hotels fluffy white towels around my waist I slammed the door open, making her jump.

She was standing next to the patio windows, looking out with her back to me. Her dark hair pulled back into a high pony tail I wanted to wrap in my fist as I slammed into her.

She was also wearing her gym clothes.

That f*****g personal trainer … again.

“Where have you been?”

“Gym.” She didn’t even bother to turn but I could see the rise and fall of her shoulders as she breathed. “And then we went for breakfast.”

“We?” My voice had turned icy and she finally turned, her eyes widening as they took me in standing there in nothing but a towel.

“Me and a few of the personal trainers. It was nice to be invited.” She gave a shrug like it wasn’t important and maybe it wasn’t… to anyone else.

“Lils.” I stepped into her space, not touching her . “Don’t ever do that again, not tell me where you are, how am I meant to keep you safe if I have no idea where you are?”

Something blazed across her face, anger? It was like looking at the old a Lily for a second. “You couldn’t protect me when you were too busy propping up a bar with a blonde on either side of you.” Her voice was bitter. “Didn’t think to much of my protection then did you.”

What the hell was she on about? She had obviously seen me, but what blondes? “What?”

“You heard me, and I’ll go for breakfast with whoever I want. Thank you.”

My palm slapping against her ass made her shriek. “What the hell Stefano?”

Shit, had I really just spanked her? I had done it instinctively.

“No you won’t.” I tapped her again , harder this time as my other hand curled around her wrist, pulling her towards my body as I spanked her ass.

Why did she have to be so pig headed and infuriating?

And yet so soft and loving?

“You do… what the hell are you doing.” She tugged back on her arm but I drew her to the bed easily. Pulling her down over my lap, I made quick work of pushing her yoga pants down her thighs.

She was wearing yellow panties.

Bloody yellow. They were sexy lingerie , they were plain and the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

“Punishing you.” How long had I waited to do this? To see her over my knee, with her ass bare for me. How would it look with my hand prints on it. “How dare you go for breakfast with another man.” Tap, I rubbed the cheek I had slapped, my fingers kneading away any sting.

I expected her to fight back so her breathy “oh.” Made me pause.

Was she enjoying this?

“Don’t you ever break my heart again Lily.” My next few slaps came in furious succession. “Don’t break my heart and then tell me I was with two women. I would never cheat on you.” I put every ounce of feeling into the last slap. “Stop f*****g breaking my heart.”

Freezing I stared down at her. My hand still on her ass. And she didn’t move an inch, her breathing was ragged with…

Need.

I shouldn’t have pulled her pants down and spanked her but she had enjoyed it.

Softly I slipped my hand between my legs and they parted as if on their own. She was wet, her juices had soaked the gusset of her panties.

After all this time, it was me being dominant that did it? If I had known she just needed to be spanked I would have done it back in New York.

“Stefano.” It was my name she cried out as I brushed my fingers against her. The sound of her making my already throbbing c**k jerk the towel. “Please.”

“I got you baby. I got you forever.” Slipping my hand into her panties I trailed my fingers between her lips, loving the feel of her wetness as I explored her. Had to remember to go slow, but it was hard to control myself when she was over my lap, yellow panty clad ass up and my hand finally between her tan legs.

Fucking yellow panties.

They were my new favourite.