Julian's Torment (Mafia Heirs 3)

After I finish the arrangements at the hospital, they ask if I want to see a grief counselor. I almost laugh in the nurse’s face, telling her I’m relieved. But I keep that comment to myself, walking out of the hospital a free man.

The first night, I stayed with a friend from school. He has an apartment of his own that his wealthy parents are paying for, and said he didn’t mind if I spent a few nights on his couch. However, as the days passed, I felt less and less welcome in his home. I made an excuse to leave and spent the night in a homeless shelter.

Conveniently, father kicked the can days after my eighteenth birthday. This means I’m now too old to enter the system and I have nobody to help me with money. But I’ll figure it out on my own. I always do.

For weeks, I stay away from Francesca because I’m too worried and ashamed to confess what happened. But one day, after leaving another friend’s home, I realize I have nowhere to go, and I’m aching to see her.

I still have my deal with her guards, who seem to feel sorry for her and allow me on the property without a problem. As per our tradition, I throw pebbles from the driveway at Francesca’s window. When her form appears behind the curtains, I don’t miss the relieved look on her face.

I climb the lattice again and I'm soon in her room. She surprises me by throwing her arms around me and holding onto me for dear life. Then she pulls back, and her eyes are blazing with anger.

“Where were you?” she demands. “I was worried sick! How could you do that to me? I had no way to reach you and I was convinced something terrible had happened!”

“I’m sorry,” I mutter, unable to quite meet her gaze. “My father has died.”

“Oh, Julian…” She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

I shrug, unable to say anything else. I’ve never spoken to Francesca about my family situation. I’m too ashamed. But as I look at her, radiant as ever in the darkness and shadows lit only by dimmed lights, I know the one thing that would help me forget about what happened to Father.

“I’m glad you came by,” she smiles shyly. “It’s… it’s actually my birthday tomorrow. Well, I suppose today, since it’s after midnight now.”

“Eighteen?” I ask, and she nods, making me smirk with pleasure. “Good.”

“Why?”

“This is why.”

I press my lips to hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Lately she’s been giving in to my touch, desperate for more, but we never crossed the line. The only thing we’ve done is made out… but now I’m eager for so much more.

Never taking my lips off hers, I walk her backward until she cries out when her legs hit the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“What I’ve wanted to do since I first met you,” I mutter, the passion I feel making my voice deeper. “I want to taste you.”

She lets out a shocked gasp as I make her lie on the bed, ordering her to spread her lithe legs. She does as she’s told, allowing those creamy thighs to open and reveal inch upon inch of unmarred skin. Francesca Esposito is so fucking perfect it hurts, and my mouth is salivating at the thought of finally tasting her orgasm.

I dive between her legs. I don’t go easy or slow, because I need her badly and I’m done holding back. I part her pussy lips and groan at the sight of her wetness. Licking her center, I watch with delight as she squirms beneath me, so very eager for more.

She tastes better than I could have expected and I’m afraid I’ll never have enough. But then her trembling hands cup my face, making me look up at her.

“I’m scared,” she whispers.

“Why?”

“It’s…” She swallows, looking away. “It’s my first time.”

“Having sex?”

“Well, I –” She chokes on her answer. “Anything, really.”

“I like that,” I smirk. “I’m going to be your first and only, isn’t that right, Francesca?”

“Yes,” she gets out, and it’s all the encouragement I need to pull myself up and allow her to taste herself on my lips soaked with her juices. “Fuck, Julian…”

“That’s right, taste your pussy on my tongue,” I mutter, deepening our kiss and making her moan against my mouth. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” she breathes brokenly. “I want you inside me…”

With a grunt, I pull out the belt from my pants and undo the zipper. Francesca’s eyes go impossibly wide as she comes face to face with my throbbing cock.

“It’s not going to fit inside me,” she whispers, making me laugh.

“I’ll make it fit. Don’t you fucking worry, toy.”

She lies back as I position myself above her, my cock eager to plunge inside her. But I’ don’t want to hurt her and I know I need to be careful. The first time usually isn’t good for the girl, but I want it to be memorable and convince her I’m the man for her.