35 - Bossy

Mia's POV.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay home and rest?" Federico asked me for the tenth time that day as I looked through the dresses he had had someone bring in for me.

"I'll go crazy if I have to sit in here another day," I said to him, finally deciding on a sexy red number with a sweetheart neckline that cinched at the waist before flowing down into a puffy skirt that ended a little above my knees.

It was four days after the entire incident with Luca and we were going out to attend a club opening. I hadn't done much other than rest and lounge about in our room the past couple of days and it was driving me insane sitting around and doing nothing. So when Federico had told me a friend of his had invited him to a club opening, I jumped at the chance to get away from the house for a little while.

Besides, I was keeping tabs on the Russians and they hadn't planned any new deals so far. As for finding Delilah, Rico had his men looking into the warehouses I'd found but they hadn't found anything useful yet. All this sitting around and waiting for something to happen was somehow more tiresome than actually working. I felt like I would lose my sanity if I spent another day like this. Going to a club opening seemed like the perfect mini getaway I needed to break the monotony a little.

The swelling on my cheek seemed to have gone down almost completely by now, and what little bruising was still left could be easily hidden with some makeup.

"Is that what you're going to wear?" Rico asked, looking at the dress I had kept on the bed.

I nodded distractedly, looking at myself in the floor-length mirror as I thought about what all to use to hide the light bruising on my cheek.

"Pick something that shows a little less skin," he said to me, making me narrow my eyes before I turned around to look at him.

"You're the one who had all these dresses brought to me in the first place. If you were so concerned about how much skin I was showing, you shouldn't have gotten these," I retorted. He was such an over-possessive caveman sometimes when it came to the way I dressed.

"I didn't buy them personally, an assistant did," he muttered, huffing like an annoyed little kid.

I rolled my eyes. "Do I look like I care? I like the red dress, and that's the one I'm wearing," I declared. I was a grown-ass woman who could handle herself just fine and I would damn well wear whatever I wanted to.

He glared at me, stepping close to me. "You're such a stubborn brat. I'm against any kind of violence against women, but I'm not against holding you at gunpoint to get you to do what I want."

"Have you? Shot a woman?" I asked Federico, raising my brows.

A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he looked down at me. "A gentleman never tells."

I rolled my eyes at him. "I believe that applies to kissing, not shooting."

"Both acts can be deadly, Mia. Do you want me to show you, perhaps?" He asked, his gaze darting to my lips.

I tilted my head to the side coyly. "You want to shoot me, Rico? Even after everything I've done for you?"

His gaze darkened as he stepped closer, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against his body. "You and I know both know that's not what I was talking about," he murmured, his lips grazing my ear as he spoke.

I gulped, pulling back from him just enough so I could look at his face. "I know."

And then, I crashed my lips to his in a searing, hot kiss.

He didn't respond immediately, too shocked at my bold move. Just as I began to pull back, panicking internally at my rather impulsive move, he grabbed my neck with his hand and pulled me closer, angling my head a little so he could really kiss me.

And boy, could the man kiss.

I swear I saw stars behind my closed lids as he practically devoured me, the kiss turning more passionate by the second. Like a starved man, he nibbled away at my lips as if tasting the most delicious brand of chocolate to ever grace the planet.

Heat pooled low in my belly as he groaned against my lips, grabbing my ass before picking me up, my legs wrapping around his waist almost instinctively.

I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hardness pressing against the most intimate part of me. He took that as a cue to plunge his tongue into my mouth, battling for dominance with my own.

I was so lost in kissing him that I didn't realize we had moved until I felt the soft mattress on my back as he laid me down onto the bed, never once breaking our kiss. I felt the hard ridges of his body against my soft one in all the right places as he covered my body with his own.

Wanting to feel more of him against me, I slipped my hands underneath his shirt, feeling his bare, muscular back.

He hissed into my mouth, his own hands traveling all over my body, as if he couldn't decide where he wanted to touch me first.

Finally, he slipped his hands underneath my shirt, his fingers tracing my curves before moving up to cup my bare breasts in both his hands, making me moan into his mouth.

He groaned, too, breaking the kiss just enough so he could look down at me. "You have no fucking idea how long I've waited to do this," he said, breathless.

I shook my head. "Shut up and take my clothes off already," I said to him, just as breathless as him, if not more. The need to be completely consumed by him was so intense that I didn't even care how needy I sounded right then. We'd been dancing close to the edge so long that now that it was finally happening, I did not want to waste even a single second playing around.

He chuckled. "So bossy," he muttered under his breath, but pulled my top off anyway, his lips closing around a hardened nipple almost instantly while his hand went to massage the other.

My back arched of its own accord as I let out a loud moan, the sensation of his lips against my breast sending waves of pleasure straight to my core.

He looked up at me then. "Fuck going to the club. I'm not letting you leave this bed tonight," he said, his eyes smoldering with heat as he looked down at me.

This time, I was the one who chuckled, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing his face up to mine. "I'll shoot you myself if you do," I muttered against his lips before kissing him with everything I had.

He smirked into the kiss. "Is something wrong with me? 'Cause you threatening me like that is actually turning me on even more," he whispered against my lips, pressing his hard-on against the V of my legs so I could feel the effect I had on him.

Instinctively, I let out a loud moan, shamelessly trying to rub myself against him so as to create some sort of friction to relieve the tension building up in my core. "So fucking impatient," Federico muttered as he looked down at me, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them before.

"We've waited long enough, don't you think?" I muttered as I reached between us and palmed his length through his pants, feeling how long and hard he was. That thing was massive and I briefly wondered how that was going to fit inside of me.

He groaned, burying his face in my neck and biting onto the skin there, no doubt leaving marks. But I didn't care right then as I stroked him through his pants, every nerve ending in my body coming alive when he groaned my name. It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard in my life, one I was sure I could get used to.

Pulling back from me, he grabbed both my hands in his own and pinned them above my head with one of his own. "You need to fucking stop touching me if you want this to last," he muttered, swooping down again to take one of my nipples into his mouth while his other hand slipped into my pants, finding my little bundle of nerves with ease and rubbing it with expert fingers.

I moaned embarrassingly loud at the sensation, my eyes closing of their own accord as my back arched.

"So fucking wet and responsive," Rico whispered against my breast, slowly moving down my body, pulling my shorts away in one swift motion before replacing his fingers with his mouth. My hands went to his hair now that he had finally let them go and I grabbed a fistful of them as his tongue worked its magic on my most intimate part. I didn't care who heard me as I chanted his name as if it were a prayer.

I nearly screamed when he pushed two fingers into my wetness and curled them, his mouth never once stopping it's assault. I fisted the sheets with my other hand, my back arching off the bed as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

He used his other hand to push me onto the mattress while he licked me as if I were his favorite candy and he'd never get to taste me again.

I could feel the tightening in my belly, my entire body tingling as my orgasm came closer.

"That's right baby, let go. Come into my mouth," he muttered against my core, and as if that was all I needed to push me over the edge, I came, the most earth-shattering orgasm I'd ever experienced ripping screams of pleasure from my throat.

He lapped away at my juices, my body shivering underneath his as I came down from my high slowly, breathless and completely spent.

He smirked at me from his spot between my legs. "So, you are a screamer."

"Never claimed I wasn't," I managed to reply, my throat feeling dry.

"Well, prepare to scream your head off tonight, baby, 'cause I'm nowhere near done with you," he whispered, his eyes full of unspoken promises as he stood, his hardened member straining to be freed from the confines of his pants.

"I'd be disappointed if you were," I replied, reaching forward and pulling his pants off of him.

And then, I proceeded to have the best sex of my life with Federico Mancini.