Sold to the Capo-Chapter 99: FIRST NIGHT

ADRIANA’S POV

As soon as his lips pressed against mine, I fisted his shirt in my hands, creasing the material, but none of us cared, his hand tentatively finding its way to my waist, not touching itㅡ, just hovering. Waiting. For what?

I pulled away from the kiss, my cheeks flushed as I looked up at him. "What? What’s wrong? You’re not sure?" I asked him, confusion swirling in my face.

Of course, he wasn’t sure. He was already having second thoughts, and if I was thinking straight, maybe I would be having second thoughts and trying to know if I wanted whatever this was, but right now, I was overwhelmed by emotions that I didn’t seem to care.

He chuckled and said. "Of course I’m sure, and fuck, you don’t know how much I’m aching right now, but then I’m thinking...are you?" He was peering down at me, his eyes hooded.

I never realized how much I had missed looking into his eyes until now when I finally had the chance to look into those eyes.

"Tesoro?" His hand was still just slightly brushing against my waist. When I didn’t answer him, he tipped his head back and groaned. "Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me..." he murmured.

That made me tilt my head to the side. "What do I do?" I asked curiously and he seemed a bit shocked that I would even ask something like that.

"What you do to me, Adriana..." He paused and smiled slightly, his gaze roving around my features. "You undo me... you pull back every piece I’ve left covered, you break down all the walls I’ve put up and you’re bringing a part of me that’s likely to get me killed in my world but I can’t bring myself to care about it"

A beat passed.

Then two.

Then I cleared my throat. "Sorry, I don’t, I dㅡ" I stuttered. "Why are you even asking me if I’m sure, I mean I was just... a minute ago then you..." I sighed, not being able to get the words out so I pulled away and palmed my face.

He laughed at that. "Trust me, you don’t know the things in my head right as I’m looking at you, but then I remember that you’re not quite as open to touch no matter how much you seem to want it; I want to make sure you’re comfortable, you come first. Always" He arched a brow and took a step back as soon as he said that. "You should eat some cake. I’ll go check on the Haven. I’ll only be here for a few hours anyways," he said, and my heart sank just a bit.

"Oh, you’re leaving tonight? Are you sure everything is fine? Or is something about to happen?" I asked him, my voice slightly above a whisper.

He tensed at my question but a smile still spread across his lips. "Yeah... everything’s fine" Then he took a step back and left the room, the smile still frozen on his face.

Something was wrong.

I ran a hand through my hair and groaned. This was what I wanted. I wanted to see him. Why was I having second thoughts now? I did trust him. I was sure of that and here he was, giving me a chance to back out.

I was sorely tempted to just forget that any of that happened, but I knew that I just couldn’t forget that, meaning I had to make a choice, and I had to make it fast.

With that in mind, I walked out to the room, the cake long forgotten as I walked to the Haven in the next building.

From where I was, I could hear the squeals and the voices from inside. The shouts of "Signore" made my heart warm.

Calm down, Adriana.

I went into the Haven and stopped at the door of the room, watching how they all crowded around him, the smaller ones just eager to hug him while the older ones were more chatty, some of them asking after their siblings.

Seeing all this unfold in front of me, I decided to leave them alone to catch up. I went back to my room and locked myself in, my heart pounding as I hoped that Vincenzo would at least see me before he left for Sicily again.

I don’t know how long it took me to stare at the ceiling as I collapsed to the bed but after hours that I knew he had spent doing something far more important, there was a knock on my door.

As soon as I heard it, I swung my legs off the bed and practically ran to the door to swing it open, just to see Vincenzo standing there, his eyes softening when I opened the door.

"I kinda expected that you would still be talking to Salvatore," I said, stepping aside to let him in.

He shrugged and came into the room, waiting for me to lock the door before he sat at the edge of my bed, his eyes watching me silently. "I did want to talk to him, has he been acting this weird lately? He even sounded jumpy on the phone" Vincenzo pointed out and immediately I heard that, I flinched because I knew that Salvatore was tense and wondering when Vincenzo would find out.

"Could be the stress," I said vaguely as I went to stand before his sitting figure, making him lean back slightly, his head tipped back to look at me properly.

A smirk curved his lips. "True, but then I must say, I enjoy looking up at you like this." He smiled.

He was far more jovial than I knew him to be. Far more relaxed and even though that should make me be at ease, I couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious.

"Yeah?" I whispered then I straddled him, noticing the way his eyes darkened at my actions but he didn’t move, his arms remained on the bed while I placed my hands on his shoulder, my heart pounding in my chest as I hoped on everything alive that he wouldn’t push me away. I would never be able to live it down.

When he was silent, I decided to speak up, my voice with a slight tremble. "Aren’t you going to ask what I’m doing?"

There was no trace of a smile on his face just pure unfiltered...curiosity? "Oh I know exactly what you’re doing but I don’t know why"

Why was I doing this?

"You still owe me lessons on getting used to touch, Vincenzo..." I whispered, aware that I was sitting right on his crotch. Aware of the hardening in his trousers but he didn’t move. He just sat there, his face impassive but his body told me volumes. He felt the same as I did and that was enough motivation for me.

A dark look crossed his face. "I’m well aware. You seem quite confident already. I just want to know if you’re sure" He whispered, his voice low but still enough to make my heart skip a beat.

It was like all my defenses crumbled under those words and I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his. Just a featherlight kiss. "Does that feel like I’m hesitating?" I whispered against his lips, my heart thudding.

He shut his eyes and when he opened, I could see that he was hesitating, gauging his options. "Please don’t... don’t... just make this sort of decision, it feels like we’re moving too fast" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"No, we’re going at just the right pace" I countered softly before kissing him again, feeling his hands finally grip my hips tightly.

"Fuck..." he stood up, his hands still under my hips as I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his tongue slide over my lips, begging for entrance.

A moan escaped me as he set me on the bed, his tongue slipping past my lips to explore my mouth even more, his body placed strategically between my legs.

He slowly ground his hips into me, the both of us moaning at the friction, and for a moment, the world outside didn’t matter.

"Are you on the pill?" He asked, pulling away, his tone breathless as he pulled off his belt.

I nodded, my eyes quick to roll to the back of my head as I felt his hand slide under my skirt, his finger tracing the outline of my clit through my panties; just a slight touch, and I was ready to go over the edge already.

"So wet..." he groaned, quick to remove his trousers and dispose of them before he helped me slide my panties before he settled back between my legs.

I leaned up on my elbows, my chest heaving, and my eyes fixed on his dick that he held in his hands, the tip already red, engorged, and dripping precum.

As soon as I felt his dick part my folds, I let out a shudder, feeling him slowly slide into me, the feeling making me let out a pained whimper as it had been a long time since sex and an even longer time with someone this big.

He stilled, not moving, not even daring to breathe. "Are you okay?" He whispered and with the strain in his voice, I knew he was holding back, restraining himself from going at the pace he was used to.

Once he was sure that I was relaxed, he started to pull out again before slamming back in, his eyes holding mine, soft groans of pleasure escaping him.

The room filled with the sinful sounds of skin slapping against skin and a few minutes later of clenching around him while he never faltered in his thrusts, I let out a loud moan and went over the edge, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he chased his own orgasm.

A few more thrusts and I felt him explode inside me, jet after jet of his cum filling me before he collapsed on me, his elbows used to hold himself up so he was not crushing me.

While we were still catching our breaths, I heard him whisper to me. "Happy birthday, Tesoro"