Mafia Kings: Dario: Chapter 35

We slept in each other’s arms throughout the night.

As the sun dawned through the glass doors of my room, my eyes opened the tiniest bit.

I smiled as I felt his body behind mine, spooning me…

His muscles pressed against my feminine softness…

And then suddenly my eyes opened wide.

“Wake up!” I whispered frantically as I turned around and began to shake him.

Dario was instantly awake. He sat up in bed and looked around the room for some kind of threat. “What?! What is it?!”

“You have to leave!”

He looked at me, confused. “…what? Why?”

“Because they’ll know you spent the night!”

He smirked. “I’m pretty sure everyone already knows it.”

I stared at him. “…why?”

“Well, you only used the pillow over your face the first time you came.”

I thought back to the night before and realized he was right.

I’d been so overcome with making love to him – so overwhelmed by pleasure – that I’d forgotten everything else.

I covered my face with my hands and moaned into them. “Oh my god…”

He laughed and lay back down next to me.

I suddenly felt his hand on my breast.

“We can wake them up, too…” he murmured seductively in my ear.

“Are you insane?!” I hissed, slapping his hand away. “You have to go! NOW!”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “What’s gotten into you?”

“If you don’t go now, Filomena will know you were here!”

He squinted in bewilderment. “…Filomena…?”

“The old lady servant!” When he didn’t react, I exclaimed, “You don’t know her?!”

“She must have been hired while I was in prison.” Dario yawned, then reached around me and pulled my naked body next to his. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some old woman interfere with – ”

“GO!” I whispered loudly as I pushed him out of bed.

He shook his head in amused wonder. “I’m the head of the most powerful family in Tuscany, and I’m getting kicked out of bed because of some old grandmother.”

“Go, go!” I said, shooing him away.

He sighed and picked up his clothes from the floor. “Only for you.”

I smiled…

And admired his nude body as he leaned over to pick up his pants…

And thought for a second that maaaaybe I should have him stay…

But then he started walking towards the door.

Naked.

“What are you DOING?!” I hissed.

“Leaving,” he said crossly.

“You can’t go out like that!”

“No one’s awake, Alessandra.”

“But if she is and she sees you – !”

“Then maybe she’ll have a heart attack and die, and I won’t have to be kicked out of your bed again.”

But he stepped into his pants and pulled them on.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“You realize that she’ll still know exactly what happened if I walk out of your room at 6 in the morning,” he said.

“Better that than for her to see all the goods!” I whispered.

He chuckled as he put on his shirt. “By the way, the meeting with my uncle is at 10AM.”

My heart fell a little. “Alright… I’ll stay in my room…”

“No – I’m telling you because I want you to be there.”

I stared at him in wonder. “Why?”

“You were shot at just like Massimo and Valentino. You might have seen something they’ve forgotten.”

“…oh…”

At that moment, I felt included in a way I never had before.

He winked and smiled. “Plus you’re my woman now.”

My heart skipped a beat –

But he was out the door and gone before I could reply.

I lay back down in bed with a happy smile.

I felt a pleasant soreness between my thighs that reminded me of what we had done last night…

And began to regret kicking him out.