I make the orders here

"Bítch!" Sandro grunted as he grasped a fistful of the blonde's hair currently on her knees, going down on him.

She moaned and her thin lips stretched out in a wide grin as she removed her mouth from his díck.

"You like it when I do that?" She asked, licking her bottom lip and smirking at him.

"Just get it over with." Sandro rasped, guarding her mouth back to his erected length.

He shoved himself fully inside her mouth and she gagged.

The blonde whom he didn't care to ask for her name as she was only a satisfaction meant for the night trembled as he pounded himself inside her warm mouth.

Sandro didn't wait for her to react nor respond to him, he kept going on and on until he released his content inside her opened mouth.

"That's delicious," She said, licking her lip and swallowing the last bit of his seed in her mouth.

She moved towards him slowly and gripped his slack pant but he swatted her hand away.

Sandro glared at her. "That's all for now."

"You said you'd make me climax multiple times, was all that you just making it all up to make it look as though you are not a coward?"

"You are weak, ain't you?"

Sandro glared and grabbed her neck, slightly choking her.

"I make the orders here," He grunted, "And you'd tell later if I am weak or not. I think it's too early for that."

She shrugged and winced as soon as he released her neck. She stood from where she knelt and stripped down to nothing.

"If you care, you can join me in the bathtub." She winked and kneaded her backside before sauntering into the bathroom.

"Puttana." Sandro let out as soon as she was out of sight.

He snatched his phone from the nightstand as it vibrated and he glared at the screen.

"De Luca," Sandro said. His eyes narrowed as he heard shuffling from the other end.

"Are you fúcking your wife whilst talking to me, Giuseppe?"

"No-no," Giuseppe stuttered.

He did his zipper and shook his head as his wife, Carla reached for the leg of the brown slack pant he donned.

"Stop." He whispered and glared at her.

"We only did it once," Carla mumbled.

Sandro listened intently to what was being said at the other end and sighed. "Where is she?"

"I didn't find her," Giuseppe said.

"Then fúcking find her!' Sandro yelled into his phone.

Giuseppe winced and removed his phone from his ear swiftly before he placed it back a second later. "I'll, Signore."

As he proceeded to end the call, Sandro halted him.

"And do something about your wife. I don't want to listen to her irritating nag each time I am on the phone with you!"

"Okay, Signore," Giuseppe nodded his head even as Sandro couldn't see him.

As the call ended, he grimaced and turned to Carla.

"What the hell? You almost cost me my job!"

"There are a lot of jobs lying in wait for you. You have a degree, I don't know why you chose to be an underdog for that so-called rich brat." Carla rolled her eyes.

Giuseppe sighed, shaking his head. His wife didn't know the nature of his job. He didn't hide it from her but he believed she was too daft to reason.

She assumed being in the mafia was a normal job to do and didn't know the dangers that came with it.

Moreover, the reason he joined wasn't that he wanted to. It was because the pay was great and although risky, he was certain Sandro had everyone's back. Even though he doesn't show it.

"Am I getting some or you are just going to ignore me like last week?" Carla said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"I thought you forgot about last week."

"How could I? Seeing you each time reminds me of you ignoring me and running out of the room like someone who had been set ablaze."

"Fine," Giuseppe said.

He knew very well what she meant and last week, it had been an urgent matter concerning Arabella as well.

It was when Blaze had called him to deliver a message to Sandro but he doubted Carla would understand if he told her.

"I'm not even interested in knowing about what you do. Just keep giving me good séx and let the money keep coming in, I guess we are good that way." She said, uncovering her body.

Giuseppe chuckled. He didn't know if he should be glad she wasn't interested in knowing what he did and only cared about the money or if he should be sad.

But he believed it was better she knew nothing. It would make him less anxious as to the danger she was trying to expose herself to by sticking her nose in where it doesn't belong.

**********

Sandro tossed the phone aside and heaved a breath. He creased his brows and tilted his head whilst wondering where in the world Arabella was hiding.

He couldn't bring up a certain location. Although his gut told him she wasn't far away, at the same time she was.

It enraged him that he could only think about her each time he comes awake. Even whilst sleeping, she freaking disrupts it each time he thinks of her.

The blonde stepped out of the bathroom, without anything on. She walked towards him and turned, giving him a view of her shapely backside.

She bent, tilting it in the air and she wriggled her waist.

Sandro gritted his teeth as his díck came alive. Desire erupted in him and he jerked out of the bed.

He gripped her hand and tugged her to him. His mouth slammed on hers, covering whatever she wanted to say and his hand moved to her backside, kneading.

He led her towards the bed and shoved her in it before yanking off his clothes.

"Alessandro," She purred, a coy smile on her face.

"Turn over." Sandro rasped. "I want to fúck you hard and fast."

She obliged and positioned herself on all fours. She gripped the duvet as he smacked her butt.

A smile widened her lips and she bit on her bottom lip as she received more smack.

She turned to look at him but regretted it as Sandro gripped her hair, thrusting into her swiftly.

She trembled as his huge length pushed itself further into her wetness.

"W-wait…" She gasped as he began moving.

Sandro's grunt filled the room as he moved roughly in her.

Shiít!" She cried, her body spasming and her inside clenched as she reached her release but he wasn't done yet.

"Just a little bit longer." He rasped.

She shook her head and gripped the duvet tighter as her knees weakened, attempting to give way.

Her skin tingles and heat curls down her spine.

Despite the pain she was feeling due to his length and roughness, she enjoyed what he was doing and didn't want him to stop even as she was about to go unconscious.

Sandro's díck pulsed as her vagina clenched around him. He ground his teeth and grabbed her backside.

As his release neared, he swiftly pulled out of her and poured his seed on her.

"That was amazing!" Blondie said, collapsing on the bed beside him.