Ruthless Mafia 20

“You’re not going to find something.”
She flipped back and forth from one page to the other.
“You don’t even know what you’re reading anyway.”
“You’re wrong. I was required as part of my medical administrative professional certification to be able to read
documentation exactly such as this so I can know to flag it for the physician I might be working for. I do work for a dental
office, but I was trained for this.” She lifted her chin proudly as she compared the results. “When I was doing temp work,
there was a report which came in by fax on a child and the results showed the child needed to be seen immediately. I
brought it to the doctor’s attention, and she applauded me for knowing to get her quickly.”
“Clever girl.”
She ignored his patronizing comment. “This one says you should repeat in three months.”
“It’s an HIV test and the minute you do one, they want you to repeat in three months.”
“Huh. Does this mean you’re still at risk for it?”
“No. Look, I did the tests because I knew you wanted it, but I’ve never been with any woman without a condom. Not
once, ever. Can I kiss you again now?”
“You mentioned having sex and having oral performed on you but have you ever,” she stared at the paper in her hand
hating the knowledge her cheeks were burning brightly at her question.
“Ate pussy?”
She shot him an irritated sideways glance, “yes.”
“Nope. I take what I want but I don’t return the pleasure. I don’t even care of the woman I was with came. It’s a physical
release and nothing more. You’re reading too far into it.”
“So, you’ve never,” her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat, “reciprocated when a woman gave you fellatio?”
“Fellatio? Do you mean a blowjob? Amoré, I’m going to teach you how to speak without sounding like you have a stick in
your ass.”
“Quite the opposite,” she huffed.
“Would you like me to take your ass?”
“No!” she turned to face him completely now, her face a horrified shade of red. “Have you done that before? In
someone’s bum?”
He was laughing, “yes. I bet I can make you come so hard your toes touch your heel by playing with your ass while I’m
deep in your sweet little cunt.”
“You’re vile.”
“I’m serious,” he dragged her across the bench and took the papers away from her. “I’m clean. I want to make out.”
“How long until we get to where your helicopter is?”
“Roughly thirty minutes.” He flicked a glance at his watch. “Why? I’m not taking your virginity in the car, babe. I’m not my
cousin who has no patience. I want our first time to be special. We’ll be in our bed in the honeymoon suite, and it will be
very romantic.”
“I’ve never even touched myself,” she admitted shyly. “I’ve been taught my entire life not to give in to my sexual urges or
I’ll bring shame to my family like my mother did. Now you’re sitting here, telling me despite how I saved myself for you, my husband, you couldn’t be bothered to hold me in the same regard and put your penis inside basically anything which would part its legs or lips.”
“What do you want from me? I can’t undo the past.”
“I want you to give me an orgasm.”
He choked on his spit, coughing, and sputtering as she stared up at him. She blinked at his stunned reaction to her bold
demand. She turned in the seat and met his gaze as he clutched his chest as if wheezing for air.
“You want what now?”
“Yes, now. I want an orgasm now. Since you’ve never,” she herself almost choked, “eaten pussy, I want you to give me
something you’ve never given another woman and then, maybe then, I’ll consider letting you kiss my mouth.”
“You want me to give you an orgasm by eating your pussy in this car on the way to the helicopter pad.”
“Yes.” She was proud of how her voice didn’t even shake at her demands. “And you can use your fingers too. I want an
orgasm. I’m not going to a hotel room with you while I am completely innocent and untouched. I refuse. If we’re going
to start our life together in a room you reserved for our honeymoon as being sweet and innocent and making love,” she
sneered, “then I want something quick and dirty of my own first. I refuse to be going into this marital bed as pure as the
driven snow.”
“You refuse.”
“Yes.”
“What are you going to do if I refuse?”
“I’ll do it myself with my own fingers.”
“Can I watch?”
“Suit yourself,” she swallowed the lump in her throat as she wriggled the lacy dress up her legs and over her thighs. She
made a face and then dug through her purse and got her phone out. Looking for her music app, she tried to ignore the
chuckle coming from him. Did he think she was going to be dissuaded because he found her comical? She did a quick
search on what could be considered a sexy song and found one called Pillowtalk by Zayn. She hit play and even thought
to put it on repeat and then hiked her dress up higher.
“Oh, my shit, you’re seriously going to finger yourself right here with my men in the front of the car?”
“Yes.” She lifted her dress taking pleasure in the way his breath sucked in at the sight of her thighs and the garter which
Sidonia put on her leg earlier. It was bright blue, stark against the pale flesh which never saw sunshine. “Even better
because if they are here, it means I’m being naughty and bad and doing something I shouldn’t be doing.”
The music was filling the car, and she closed her eyes and breathed in deep, inhaling the aftershave and cologne of her
new husband in the quiet interior of the moving vehicle. The panel between the front seat and the back completely
blacked out and she knew they couldn’t see her, but she didn’t care at this point.
She let herself listen to the lyrics of the song as she traced lazy infinity circles on her skin, the goosebumps rising to the
surface as she heard Icaro’s breathing hitch when she ran her fingers over the thin silk panties.
Letting her knees fall further apart, she slumped further in the seat so she could touch herself more freely. The scent of
him, his breathing, the sultry music, and her own wanton desires rising to the surface all blended with her refusal to enter
their marital bed chamber completely innocent.
Keeping her eyes closed she forced herself to feel things she’d denied her entire life and then her heart stopped when
she felt his hand on her thigh.