Indebted to the Mafia King
Cat and Mouse

Dante

I stare at El for a long moment, just watching her chest rise and fall under the blanket. As soon as she wakes up, I'm going to need to hop on aftercare. She's been remarkably resilient to the power dynamics so far, but I won't risk anything happening to her out of my laziness. I grab my phone and head upstairs, still naked, deciding to run a bath and then wake her.

She picked the biggest room. Rebellious. I know she doesn't care. Still, I head into the oversized bathroom and turn on the tub.

As the water pounds against the surface, my thoughts drift. Tony isn't taking Seb to their nonna's, though I'm sure he'd love it if he was. No, Tony got a lead on some guys connected to the ones who jumped us, and I decided-for some fucking reason that he should take Seb, and I should come up here. I pour myself a glass of scotch from the liquor cart in the bedroom and shake my head. I should be in the city, prowling the streets for Luca. We keep just catching his scent, then losing it again. Like he's fucking taunting us.

My phone rings. I grab it off the counter and answer without checking who's calling.

"Hi, Dante," Tony says in the slow tone of voice I know means he has someone he needs to scare the shit out of in the room with him.

I shut off the tub and wander back downstairs with my drink. "You found the shitheads, then?"

"Roger." There's some shuffling on the other side of the phone, and someone yelps. "Yeah, I got 'em, and they're in a talking mood."

"Wonderful." I let my voice drop low and hungry as I step into the living room where Eleni sleeps. "What are they saying?"

"They're saying Thano didn't send them."

My stomach churns around the scotch. There's no goddamn way. They were Thano's people. He must've sent them.

"I can vouch for that." A new voice crackled over the phone line from a bit away but clearly in the same room, and it takes me a moment to place the voice as Thano himself.

"Yeah, you would vouch for that, wouldn't you?" I snap. "Makes your life real goddamn convenient."

Eleni stirs, frowning and pushing the blanket until her breasts are mostly exposed. My mouth goes dry, and I take a step away.

"Well, then how can I prove it to you?" Thano asks, his voice clearer now, like Tony handed him the phone.

I grimace and sip my drink. He's a slippery son of a bitch, and even with Tony there, I struggle to come up with sufficient proof.

"Look, I'm just as pissed as you are," he says. "Some Lombardi snake wiggled its way into my nest and poisoned my men against me. You dropped the first few, but now I'm left with the fuckers who let the snake in." "Then prove your loyalty," I hiss.

For a breathless second, nothing happens. Then, three gunshots rattle over the line.

"It's done," Tony says.

In the background, I can just make out Thano telling another person in the room to clean this fucking mess up.

"He says he has something real on Luca," Tony mutters.

I sip my scotch. Everything real turns into smoke. Maybe I've been wasting my goddamn energy trying to chase Luca.

Maybe it's time for the mouse to become the fucking cat.

"I don't want it," I say.

Tony snorts. "Funny. You able to get back into the city for dinner?"

I ignore his question. "Look, what happened when we lost my dad?"

"Everyone was aimless. Took a while to get the Saints together under your thumb," Tony says slowly. "Which means if Luca doesn't show his face soon, he'll start losing people."

I raised my glass as if Tony could see me. "Exactly. Tell Thano to keep an eye but sit on it."

And my silence, especially if Luca left this opening on purpose, will drive him insane. I grin, and stress sloughs off me. He's the new kid on the block. He should have to chase me. Eleni stretches and bares herself to the waist. My mouth waters. "Done," Tony says.

"And no, I won't be back for dinner." I set my glass down on the table. "Expect me back on Thursday."

He says a quick goodbye and hangs up without questions. He's stopped asking them about Eleni. But it's hard to care about that when she's right in front of me, pliant and nearly naked. I slide onto the wide couch next to her, my cock already hardening. She barely stirs. I take one of her breasts in my hand, marveling not for the first time how she hides these under the modest clothing she seems to prefer. They're like a wet dream in themselves, flesh spilling decadently between my fingers. And all mine. I circle her rosy nipple with a finger lazily, watch it start to harden. A quick glance at her slack face tells me she's still asleep, but her cheeks are starting to pink. Just like her ass did, that first night.

My cock aches, and I palm it to soothe a little of the pressure. There's so much I want to do with her, to her, and she seems to want it just as much. But for now, I just want to see the look on her face when she realizes I'm fucking her awake. Thursday is the day before her final, just enough time to get settled in, and that means we have three days in private up here. I intend to take my time with her.

I lower my face to her other nipple, savoring the feeling of being surrounded by her breasts, and flick my tongue across it. She gasps, and I glance up. Still sleeping. God, she's incredible. I tease her flesh slowly, gently, never sharp enough that the pain might wake her. She shifts in easy rhythm underneath me, murmuring shapeless syllables like she's talking to someone in a dream. Perhaps she's dreaming of me.

I smile and pull the blanket fully away from her body. She frowns, but I cover her in myself before she can get cold. With one hand still on her breasts, I kiss down her chest to the panties I never got around to removing. They're still soaked, a fact that pushes the aching in my cock into the stratosphere. I'm going to fuck her in every room of this house. I'm going to hide her clothes until we leave. I bury my face between her legs and taste her, salty and sharp, on the plain white fabric.

She moans throatily, then jerks. I look up and meet her blue gaze.

"Dante?" she says sleepily.

"Wake-up call." I pull her underwear down her legs. She helps me, still seemingly not understanding.

When I bury my tongue in her pussy, she gets it. She grabs my hair, pulling me closer, and I have to work to keep enough room between us to lick over her folds. Her taste is overwhelming, so desperately her. I hike both her legs over my shoulders, and she moans. All thoughts of going slowly melt out of my mind. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after that. Today, I work a hand between us and plunge two fingers inside of her. She rocks into them, smearing her wetness over my face, and I wish like hell I had a third hand to jerk myself off with. There are condoms in a dozen places in this house, including my pants, but I couldn't possibly leave her long enough to get one.

Before long, she is shaking around me, and a gush of wetness spills over my hand. I fuck her through the aftershocks, then pull away to look in her eyes. There it is; the surprise I was looking for combined with the bone-deep desire. She scans my naked body, stops on my painfully hard cock.

"Let me." She reaches out.

"I have a better idea." I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me on the couch. "I started running a bath upstairs. What do you say you find me a condom, and if you can do it fast enough, I'll fuck you on the way up." Her eyes grow wide. "And if I can't?"

I smile teasingly. "Well, then I'll make you choose. Do you want as many orgasms as you can take which I'll decide-or one right before we leave on Thursday."

"We leave on Thursday?" Her grin lights her face.

Something in my chest warms. I want to see her smile like that every day for the rest of my life. I want to cause it.

I back away from the thought quickly. "You have thirty seconds."

She leaps up, heedless of the way her breasts bounce, and I can't fight the smile on my face.