“I’m sure I can arrange that.”
“Have you been talking to her?” Her thin eyebrows pinch together on her forehead, and just like that, she’s back to being a witch.
“What are you going to do, mom, take her to court? Her family burned through any money you gave her. All she has are the clothes on her back and this painting.”
It never had to be like this.
I could’ve put a stop to this a long time ago.
If it wasn’t for this woman standing in front of me, Mia would’ve never had to go through the suffering she went through to get to this point.
And it pisses me off.
“Last I heard she was married to a police officer, Serafin. I don’t think that’s something you want to get yourself involved in. For the business.”
“She’s divorced,” I growl.
“Even better,” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “No proper priest is going to marry you. Why do you always want to make things so difficult?”
“I almost thought you’d changed, mom. Just for one minute I thought maybe you weren’t as fucked in the head as I always thought you were.”
“Well, if you had to live with the shit your father put me through, you’d be just as ‘fucked in the head’ as me. I shielded you. I protected you.”
“You made me into a criminal, mom. And your attempt to protect me sealed the nail in the coffin that I’m going to spend the rest of my fucking life alone. What you did to Mia was completely unacceptable! Hiding it from me was the cruelest thing anyone could’ve ever done.” I punch my fist off the table, and she steps back, smoothing her long floral skirt. Her gaze goes over my shoulder and her lips tighten up, and I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a sigh as I realize Mia is standing directly behind me.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Mia says, her eyes darting nervously around the room. Her voice is so quiet, it’s nearly a whisper. “I’ll be going now.”
“No,” my mother says, her nostrils flaring with anger. “I’ll be going now. I wouldn’t want to interfere with your life anymore, Serafin.” Her high heels click clack off the marble floor as she storms off.
“You’re right, mom!” I shout after her. “You’ve done enough interfering for the both of us.”
I throw my hands up in the air with a disgruntled sigh, and Mia just stands in the corner looking like she just saw a ghost.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I don’t want to get you in trouble with your family. I knew this was a bad idea. Why don’t you go after her? You can tell her I was just passing through town.”
“I’m not a kid anymore, Mia,” I say. “This is my home and I want you here. I need you here.”
I’m not a kid and neither is she. I’m not dancing around what I want anymore, and I’m not playing by my parents rules. I’m not playing by anyone’s rules.
I’m tired of playing a game I didn’t even know the rules to.
I’m in charge now.
I scoop her up in my arms and plant a hard kiss on her lips. She breathes out hard through her nose, but she doesn’t pull away. Her mouth is warm and wet, and it instantly makes my dick hard. I wonder what the rest of her feels like, what her warm wet cunt tastes like.
I swirl my tongue in her mouth, and the way she licks at mine with these soft little teasing jabs sends electric sparks down my spine.
She aches her back and melts in my arms, pulling away. Her eyes are closed and her lips turn up into a smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever come home from work and got greeted like that before,” she says.
“Get used to it,” I say, brushing her hair out of her face.
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or frightened,” she says with a giggle. “Does fighting with your mother turn you on?”
“No,” I say, tracing the straps of her slip dress, running my fingers off her soft flesh. “That was just bad timing. I’ve been thinking about this moment all day.”
She smiles from ear to ear. “Been thinking about this moment all my life.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, cocking my head to the side as she takes my hands in hers.
“I don’t know if I ever told you this, but I’ve kinda always had a crush on you, Serafin.” I know she’s teasing me on purpose. Even though the years have been long and unkind, that sparkle in her eye is still there. I drop the straps of her dress down her shoulders, and she shivers. “And I like when you take charge. Nobody’s ever stood up for me like you have. You always have.”
I press my lips to her shoulder, tasting her flesh, taking in her sweet smell, and in this moment everything in my world is right. The only pain I feel is the aching in my boxers, my cock desperate for release. The way she grinds up against my leg doesn’t help. I know she wants me just as bad as I want her. She’s spent so many years making me work for it, though, and now I’m going to make sure she feels exactly the same way.
“Go in my office and take that dress off,” I say, motioning down the hallway, feeling emboldened, and devious, my mind racing with everything I’ve ever wanted to do with her. Now that she’s here I’m going to take my time.
“Serafin,” she gasps, her eyes growing wide. I grab her hand it place it on my hard dick.
“I have some things to take care of before you take care of me,” I growl. I put my hand between her legs, the warmth coming from her pussy through her lace panties undeniable. I should take her right here, bend her over the back of the couch and thrust into that sweet pussy until she can’t walk for the next week.
I’ve been waiting twelve years for this.
What’s twelve more minutes in the grand scheme of things? My house. My rules. My Mia once and for all.
“Go on,” I say with a nod. “I’ll be with you shortly.”
Her breath is choppy and she bites her lip nervously as she walks across the room, her high heels clicking clumsily the entire way. She looks over her shoulder at me, and as our eyes connect, I feel like my life is suddenly starting all over again. For the very first time, all these years of pain and suffering are compacted into seconds flashing before my eyes. This was always how things were meant to be. I wonder if she feels the same way.
“Don’t even think about getting off without me,” I command, and her face blushes bright red. “I’ll know. Bad girls get punished.”
“I’ve been really bad,” she says, licking her lips.
I swear she struts out of the room, her head held high, her chest pressed out, and all I can do is bring my fist to my mouth and clear my throat. This woman was my demise since the day I laid eyes on her, and I obviously haven’t learned my fucking lesson.
At least this time around, whatever happens between us will be on my terms.
No lawless thugs will come between us, or over controlling parents. No money, no family guilt, no arranged marriages or bullshit of any kind.
If I fuck this up, it’s all on me.
And that’s scarier than all of that shit combined.
11
Mia:
“What are you doing with your life, Mia?” I whisper, slapping my hands off my face as I nervously pace around his office.