Page 3 of Merciless King

“No one will bother us. I’ve made sure of it. Only God can watch, and I’m sure he’s okay with it. After all, he made us into sexual beings.”

She laughs. “You have an answer for everything.”

I unzip her dress. “It’s romantic. You like romantic, don’t you?” I pull the bodice of her dress down and rub my palm over her bra-covered nipple. It’s hard and I want to suck it.

She sighs and settles into me, giving herself over to me. “Yes.”

I’m impatient. My hands are everywhere. On her tits. Squeezing her ass. Fingering her pussy. She takes a turn, stroking my cock, but I need to fuck her.

“Get on top, Piper.” I tug her until she’s straddling my thighs. We haven’t done it like this yet. I love the position. Her tits are right there. I can bury my face in them while she rides me.

With her hands on my shoulders, she lowers over me. The most excellent sensations electrify my dick. She rocks and slowly starts to ride me. I stick my tongue out, licking then sucking her nipples.

“More,” I growl as need coils in my balls. “Faster, baby.” My hands grip her hips and urge her on.

She’s breathing hard. Her head is back, her long hair cascading around her like she’s a goddess. Her tits bounce in front of me. Yep, life is fucking awesome.

“Elio… I’m… Oh…” Her pussy squeezes my cock, hard.

“Fuck yeah…” My orgasm rocks through me, my hips bucking under her as pleasure radiates to every cell in my body.

Afterward, we lie under the stars and talk about our future. My father is adamant that successful Dons are smart in business and in understanding people, so I’ll be studying business and psychology. I can see my life so clearly. I’ll be more successful than my father. I’ll have Piper as my queen. Yes, life is fucking awesome.

Later, I drop Piper at her house. She blows me a kiss from her bedroom window and I finally drive home. The next morning, I wake up late and shuffle down for breakfast. I find my father at the door, my mother fussing with his tie.

“What’s going on?” I ask. My father doesn’t have usual work hours, but Saturday is usually his golf day. He doesn’t golf in a Brioni suit so something must be up in the business.

He looks at me, his lips pursed in that way that tells me he’s irritated by me. “I?—”

“He’s going to clean up a mess,” my mother interrupts him, patting him on the chest.

I frown, wondering again what’s up and if it has to do with me. If so, why is my mother intervening? My parents can be assholes sometimes. They never pull a punch when it comes to me.

My father sniffs. “I want you with Joey today.”

“I was going to?—”

“I said, with Joey.” My father’s voice booms.

Fucker. But I nod and can’t wait until I’m the one in charge. My father leaves, and my mother stares at me for a moment with that same disappointment my father has.

“What’d I do?”

“Nothing. Get dressed.” She leaves me alone wondering what the fuck is going on.

I shrug and head back up to my room. I shower and dress in a suit thinking I’ll be working as a bagman today since that’s what Joey does. It feels a bit like a demotion. I was a bagman for my father starting at fourteen. The last few years, I’ve been more on the business side with my father, learning the ropes.

I message Piper to let her know I’ll be busy today. Bummer. I was hoping to see her again.

I get home that evening and try to contact Piper, but she’s not answering. I’m thinking about driving over to her house when my mother insists that the family eat together tonight. That normally happens during holidays. Today is not a holiday.

So I have dinner with my parents, my brother, Lazaro, and sister, Lana. Lazaro was suspended from school again. I swear my little brother has a screw loose somewhere. He’s a bit feral, which can be good or bad for the future of my father’s business.

Lana is grilling my father on business shit. She’s bound and determined to be a significant part of the business, which is no easy feat considering the Mafia holds archaic views of women.

After dinner, my mother insists that us three kids spend time together. We all roll our eyes but make our way to the home theater to watch a movie. By the time it’s done, it’s too late for me to go over to Piper’s. She hasn’t responded to any of my texts. A part of me is pissed. Another part of me is worried. Is she mad at me? I rack my brain, trying to think of anything I might have done to upset her, but I come up empty. Our dinner on Friday night had been perfect—the promise ring and the way she melted into my arms.

On Sunday, my father puts me to work again. I want to sneak away to see Piper, but Joey is watching me like a hawk. I don’t have any authority to tell him to go fuck off, so I do my duty. I’ll see Piper at school Monday and find out what’s going on.