THE MAFIA’S HEIR

BIANCA’S POV

He was so mad, and I had truly expected it. But it wasn’t any fault of mine. How was I supposed to know that Anthonio would just show up here? After the election of CEO during the shareholders meeting, I had won and…..

Okay, let’s take a deep breathe and use this moment to celebrate me!! I am CEO now!! I’m a CEO? Oh, God! All my dreams were slowly coming to fruition, and it only made me happy. I was going to become that rich and powerful woman I have always wanted to be. It was so suprising how I was achieving that within such a short period of time.

Yes. So, back to the matter at hand. How was I supposed to know that Anthonio was going to be at the same restaurant? Nonno had insisted that we went out go celebrate together, after which we would return to the penthouse and he’d call Manuel to come take me home. What I hadn’t expected was for Anthonio to show up when we were almost about leaving, saying he had a date in the same restaurant. I was strangely happy when Anthonio said that. It only made me realize how much I wasn’t even hurt. In fact, I was happy for him. I was truly happy that he had been able to find someone else who interested him within such a short while.

Nonno who had already started getting tipsy, had been pleased as well, and asked him to sit with us, making me so weary of being alone with him. I tried to keep a straight face and just mind my business, but he started whispering silly things to me.

“You’re okay with the fact that I’m hooking up with another woman?” He asked, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response. “Did Manuel ask you to not speak with me?” He asked again, but I remained quiet, trying to not make Nonno concerned about anything. “Did he also tell you to not let me touch you?” He asked, almost inaudibly this time. My breathe hitched in a mix of disbelief and disgust when I felt his hand on my thigh underneath the table. I wanted to yell at him and ask him never to try such again, but he probably knew I couldn’t. I didn’t want Nonno to find out and get mad at him. My heartbeat accelerated the higher he got, making my skin crawl. I felt Anthonio’s hands go higher again, almost close to my panties and I was literally seeing red.

“Get your hands off me!” I a bit out, trying so hard to keep my voice down. All of a sudden, he looked at me in disbelief and blinked his eyes.

“So this is it? Your body repulses my touch now? It repulses my touch after letting Manuel touch you?”

Anthonio looked so pained, and it made me feel sorry for a moment. When he withdrew his hand from my thigh, my eyes softened as well. We were looking at each other when I heard Nonno laugh and announce that Manuel was there. I didn’t look shocked because Manuel had suddenly come, I looked shocked because it suddenly became clear to me. Anthonio did not come here for a date. For over 30 minutes that he had been here, his supposed date was yet to show up. This was his plan all along. He knew Manuel was going to be here to pick me up, and purposely appeared to make him furious. Things had probably not gone as he had planned though. Not only had I rejected his indecent advances, Manuel had not given him the satisfaction of starting a fight. He clearly looked furious, but did a good job at containing his anger, and I truly appreciated that. That was the reason I had followed him out of the restaurant without any questions or resistance.

The moment we had gotten outside the restaurant, he pulled his hand away from mine. I didn’t know how to feel when he proceeded to hold out the door for me. I wanted to just tell him straight up that things weren’t the way they seemed, but I decided to keep calm until we got home. He was about to drive, and I could not afford to piss him off or divert his attention from the road.

He held the steering so hard as he drove, making me want to hold his free hand and tell him I would never betray him that way.

I had spoken to Mila after the incident that had taken place last week, and I told her how I rejected him after we had sex. Mila told me it was normal for me to feel bad for wanting to be with Manuel so quickly after ending things with Anthonio. But she told me that pushing away Manuel who was ready to make things work with me, just because I felt sorry for Anthonio, was only going to ruin me. Anthonio was now in the past, and should remain there. No matter how long I mourned my broken relationship with Anthonio, I would still remain married to Manuel. So the earlier I started trying to fix things up with Manuel, the better for us. That was exactly what she had told me, and I had taken it to heart, trying to do my best to improve our relationship this past week.

As he continued driving, my mind drifted to Anthonio and the pain he had in his eyes, when I outrightly rejected him. In that moment, I was less concerned about the fact that he felt bad, but more concerned about what I had realized. I just realized that the man I thought I was growing to love, didn’t appeal to me at all. The only person that I ever really wanted to touch me and do all sorts of things he wanted with my body, was Manuel.

It began to slowly dawn on me. The conflicting feelings and emotions I had been having for weeks now, wasn’t because I felt bad for Anthonio. Indeed, my pregnancy hormones had contributed to it, but it was mainly because of Manuel. I was still in love with him, and it scared me to no end. I was so scared that he would never come to truly like me or maybe even fall in love with me because in truth, he was only tied to me for the sake of our child. I was scared to be the fool who would continue to love him unrequitedly, while he just had his fun with my body. Those were the fears that I couldn’t admit to myself until now.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

But now, seeing him so angry about the fact I was with Anthonio, only made me wonder why. Per chance, had Manuel gotten jealous?! Had he?? If that was the case, then it seemed to be that I had a lot of hope. Maybe I could gradually get him to begin to love me. It was possible. He already treated me with respect, protected me, and even wanted to be sexually intimate with me. All that was left, was love. If I was patient enough with him, it could grow gradually.

I remained calm and stole glances at him once in a while. Okay, that wasn’t true. I literally did not stop looking at him throughout the ride. I just wanted us to get home immediately, so I could let him know that Anthonio and I, had not planned to meet up with each other. I wanted to let him know that there was nothing to be worried about. And I wanted to initiate mindblowing sex with him. Looking at him every day, without being able to touch him was great torture. A torture that I was inflicting on myself for the wrong reasons.

We had almost gotten to the house when a call came in from Massimo. I listened through their conversation and my heart did a silly flip towards the end. So he had been worried about me? Oh, Manuel.

We finally got home and he angrily got down the car as I followed him behind. We walked into the living room and while his parents tried to exchange pleasantries with him, he ignored them and took an unexpected turn towards his study, making me a bit disappointed. I was hoping we could both talk, but now, he was going to lock himself up in his study? I looked at Mia and Manuel who mopped at me in confusion, regarding their son’s mood.

“You both had a fight?” Manuel asked, and I shook my head slightly. I would not say we had a fight per say.

“But we did having a misunderstanding.” I clarified.

“Follow him into that study of his, and talk things out.” Mia said firmly, to which I nodded. The next minute, I was heading for the study, hoping to meet the door unlocked. Luck seemed to be on my side as I tried opening the door and it actually opened freely. I stepped into the study and Manuel was quite angry to see me.

“I would like to be left alone.” He said.

“Manuel, please can we talk?”

“Well, I don’t want to talk with you!” He suddenly bursted out, but it didn’t seem to move me.

“Well I wouldn’t leave until we talk.” I maintained my stance. He glared at me for a moment, before getting up from his seat.

“I don’t want to lose my temper with you, so just go.” He pointed at the door, but I didn’t budge. “Oh wow! You don’t want to give me my space now? I had walked in on you….” Oh God, this man could be infuriating.

He was still talking when I walked up to him and stretched higher to his level. I captured his yapping mouth with mine, and poured all of the feelings I had into the kiss. He pulled away and glared at me, but I almost smiled when I noticed the struggle within himself. He wanted to kiss me too. I hadn’t seen his next move coming, when he grabbed my neck and pushed me towards the wall. Oh God.

The next second, he bent to my level and smashed his lips against mine, kissing me so hard that I was so sure it would leave bruises on my lips the next morning. But I loved it. I loved how rough he was getting. This was the first time he was being that way with me, and knowing it was as a result of his jealousy, only made me horny. He pulled his lips away from mine all of a sudden, and attacked my neck, leaving wet trails of kisses from underneath my chin, to the hollow space in my clavicles. I had been wearing an off shoulder gown, which made it easy for him to pull it down, exposing my breasts to him. He also pulled off the handless bra I wore, and held one of my tits in his hand. I had expected him to suckle on my nipple like he would always do, but he didn’t do that. Instead, I squeezed my breast so hard that it stung slightly, and gave it a painful slap. It was so suprising that what he had done, only seemed to turn me on all the more.

I looked at him as he repeated the same treatment to the other breast, making me release a whimper. The next minute, he was pulling me towards the desk in the middle of the room, and pushing me onto it. I bent over, holding the edges of the table for support, as he came up behind me. He hiked up my gown, exposing my butts to him, and I began to hear the clanking sounds of his belt, before I felt him come behind me. His warm hand caressed my butt cheeks, making me get excited. He hooked his finger on my panties and tore it, making me release a gasp. My gasp seemed to have fueled him further as he held my neck from behind and pushed my head downwards. He gently kicked both my feet further apart, automatically making my stance wider. Soon I felt the tip of his cock brush slightly across my clit, making me release a muffled moan. He shouldn’t tease me please. He held me down not too tightly, but enough to make it impossible for me to move as he did all he wanted to my pussy. He continued trailing the tip of his cock along the edge of my labia lips, making shocking thrills shoot up my entire pussy.

“Please.” I muttered, close to tears. He slowly bent to the level of my ears and whispered to me.

“You haven’t even started begging yet.” The next second, he plunged into me so roughly, making me break into a sob. God!! I felt extra full in that position he had me. Without waiting an extra second, he began pounding into me so hard that his thighs slapped my butt cheeks painfully. What was more suprising was how much more turned on I was getting by the second.

“It’s a good thing your body recognizes its owner.” He muttered into my ear in between rough thrust. “After I’m done with you, you wouldn’t be able to work steadily for the next few days.” He said, hitting into me much harder. This wasn’t a kind of fuck where one moaned. No. It was just groans, grunts, cries and muffled sighs. But it felt soooo good. I could feel his hand grab a fistful of my hair, raising up my head in the process, and biting in my neck, his thrusts not relenting. I felt like a mortar being pounded by its pestle. The only difference was that the pestle was almost too big to fit into the mortar.

“Oh, Manuel.” I broke into a sob as he hit a particular spot inside me. Was it possible for one’s cock to reach the edge of your pussy? I guess Manuel’s just did.

“Bianca.” He called, breathing roughly into my ears.

“Y.. e.. es.. sss.” I responded, too high up in the clouds to properly say the word.

“Who owns you?” He bit out, sounding so authoritative and making me feel tingles all over my body. “I said, who owns you?!” He repeated, hitting so hard inside me as a way of juggling my brain.

“It’s yo.. oo.. oouuuu.” I cried out, tears falling out of my eyes. “It’s you.”

“Who do you belong to?” He asked again, and I nodded, not able to put my thoughts together with the way his cock attacked me. “Answer me.” He gritted.

“It’s you!” I yelled when he hit that spot again, fresh tears falling from my eyes. “It’s only you.”

“Say my name.” He ordered, to which I obeyed.

“Maaaanueeelll….” I drawled, eyes rolling to the back of my head, as my lips slightly parted open.

“I would have loved to shoved my cock into that pretty mouth of yours.” He managed to say, sounding like he carried a huge weight over his head. “But that would be for another day.” Just then, he raised up my left leg and held it up, his cock driving into me to the hilt. That was it! I couldn’t take it anymore as my body vibrated so violently.

All the while as my body shook from the intensity of my release, he didn’t stop plunging into me. I felt so exhausted as he continued using me to chase his own satisfaction. Soon his knees juddered behind me, as he shook furiously, increasing his pace if that was even possible. After that, he fell limply on top of me, making me feel slightly emasculated. It was only for a few seconds before he scooped me into his arms and headed towards the sofa in the study. He sat down on it, with me straddling him as he hugged me. Slowly his breathing became even and I could feel him drawing smooth lines around my back. We were silent for a really long while, just feeling the comfort of each other’s bodies before I broke the silence.

“I would never cheat on you.” I muttered into his chest.

“I know.” He replied, his chest rumbling as he did. “I know.” He repeated. I pulled my face away from his chest and looked up at him. He was already staring down at me, and the next thing he did was to bend and capture my lips with his. He kissed me so gently and passionately, in contrast to the way he had just roughly fucked me moments back. Our tongues played with each other, as I combed his hair with my fingers.

After a while of kissing each other, we pulled apart for some air.

“You know the restraint it takes to keep my hands off you every day?” He whispered. I swear that my clitoris twitched at those words. I stared at him and tried straddling him more steadily. It was really a shock that I found it difficult to move my legs and thighs. Oh no! Manuel had ruined my ability to move for the next couple of days. His chest started vibrating as he laughed.

“I told you, didn’t I? Why did you think I carried you here? It’s because I knew it would be a difficult task for you to walk on your own.” His gaze suddenly went soft as he cupped my cheeks and caressed them. “Was I too rough on you?” He asked in concern.

“Hmm.” I nodded. “In a good way.” I smiled, making him lean down to kiss me again. I sighed into the kiss and just let him take the lead. After I pulled away, I cupped his own cheeks and muttered to him.

“Don’t let Anthonio ruin what we are struggling to build.” He was suprised at my words, but tried not to show it. “He is in the past now, and you’re my present. My future.” I sighed. “I’m all yours, and you don’t have to restrain yourself anymore.” I smiled seeing as he wasn’t able to hold back his grin at hearing my last statement. He suddenly smacked my ass and squeezed it, his eyes glazed with so much desire.

“Pretty head,” He called. “Can you manage another round right now?”