The Mafia's Mistress

NINE

Luciana woke with a start, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The nightmare clung to her like a second skin, cold sweat dampening her hairline. She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to will her heart to slow, but the fear still pulsed through her veins.

She needed air. She needed him.

Sliding out of bed, she wrapped a blanket around herself and padded down the dimly lit hallways of the villa. Each step was hesitant, but the pull toward Dante was undeniable. She found herself outside his office door, hesitating only a moment before pushing it open.

Dante sat behind his desk, dressed in dark slacks and an unbuttoned black shirt, his expression unreadable as he looked up at her. His gaze flickered with something—concern? Curiosity? Maybe both.

“Luciana?” His voice was low, rough from either exhaustion or surprise.

She clutched the blanket tighter around herself. “I… I had a nightmare.”

His expression softened, though he didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he shut the laptop on top of his desk, his movements slow, deliberate.

“Come here.”

She didn’t resist. She didn’t even think. She walked towards him and stood in between his parties legs, pressing herself against his warmth, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat ground her. His arms tightened around her, one hand sliding into her hair, cradling the back of her head, he lifted a hand, brushing his knuckles over her cheek in a silent question.

“You’re safe,” he murmured, his breath warm against her temple.

Luciana squeezed her eyes shut. “I know.”

For a long moment, they just stayed there, wrapped in the silence of the night, in the comfort of each other. But then Dante shifted, tilting her chin up with two fingers. His gaze locked onto hers, intense, searching.

“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Luciana swallowed hard. The tension between them was thick, suffocating, but she didn’t pull away. She knew what she wanted. What she needed.

“A distraction,” she admitted, her voice shaking just slightly.

Dante’s jaw tensed, his control slipping just a fraction. Then, as if something inside him snapped, he pulled her closer, his lips brushing against hers—tentative at first, then demanding. The moment their mouths met, a fire ignited between them, burning away the last traces of her nightmare.

She melted into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body molding against his. Dante growled low in his throat, lifting her effortlessly and setting her on the edge of his desk. His hands gripped her waist, anchoring her to him as his lips traced a slow, torturous path down her jaw.

Luciana gasped, her head tipping back as he pulled her even closer. The world outside the office didn’t exist. There was only this. Only him.

"Cazzo, what do you want from me bambina?" Dante groaned, running his hands nover her bare legs.

"f**k me" Luciana's voice came, just above a whisper. Dante didn't need to be told twice.

"Strip" he ordered, gesturing for her to take it all off. Luciana didn't hesitate to pull the woolen hoodie over head leaving her in her lace bra. "Beautiful" . She reaches behind her slowly, making sure not to let her eyes leave Dante and unclasped her bra letting her fair boobs bounce free.

Dante smirked, leaning back in his chair enjoying the show. He watched silently as she reached for her bottoms, pulling it off and throwing it across the room. She wasn't wearing any panties and her p***y was well shaved and clean.

"Lay down" he instructed,Luciana obeyed, laying her back on the cold mahogany desk, her legs wide and inviting. She couldn't see Dante but she could feel his suffocating presence hovering over. She didn't know what he was doing. She gasped when she felt a finger pressed to her swollen c**t. "So wet for me baby" Dante cooed, rubbing his finger over it and extracting a moan from Luciana's dry lips. "I need you to be quiet for me, we don't want unwanted visitors, now do we?".

Luciana bit her lips trying to hold back the moan that dared to escape. Dante hadn't stopped rubbing his finger in her and she was sure she could c*m by only the feel of his touch on her. Dante slid a finger into her, sending a shudder through her entire body, bliss making the hairs on her skin stand and blood rushing to her dark pink n*****s.

"f**k Dante" Luciana groaned as another finger was inserted into, her eyes rolled back and pressure built in her lower stomach. Then he went in and out thrusting gently, causing her body to shake in unism with his thrusts. "Please". Just as she was sure she was going to c*m, Dante pulled her bringing her down from her high.

"We're only getting started Mia cara, sit up" Dante pulled Luciana up from the desk and directed her over his lap, her leaking p***y spreading it's salty juice over his dark pants. "You smell good, baby" Dante groaned, trailing kisses down her neck and to the middle of her breast. He took on breast in his hand, squeezing gently causing Luciana to throw her head back in pleasure, he ran his finger over the sensitive n****e, he enjoyed the way her body shook in his arms.

Dante took the second n****e in his mouth, nibbling and sucking it, his finger working the other one. Luciana rocked against him, feeling the need for friction to get herself off.

" f**k" she screamed, earning a sharp smack to the ass.

" I said be quiet, you're not allowed to c*m for that" she shook her head, begging with her eyes for him to let her, she rubbed her body against him but Dante held her stopping her movement.

" Go to bed bambina, you have a long day ahead of you" with that he slid her off his laps, switched on his laptop and pretended that nothing had happened just seconds ago. Luciana frowned her face burning with the shame abd humiliation of what had happened. she turned and stormed out.

Fuck. she needed help.