The Kiss Of The Don 1 (Romantic Suspense) (The Famiglia Serials)
The Kiss Of The Don 1 - The Famiglia Serials
S.K. Lee
Copyright 2014 - All Rights Reserved
Author’s note
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and events portrayed in this story are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and simply the imagination of a story teller.
Saturday night…
The music was loud and the heavy beats were making the ground shake. The theme of that night was hip-hop and R&B and the DJ was sampling all the biggest hits of the last ten years.
The crowd was on fire, dancing, singing the lyrics and throwing their hands in the air. All the girls in the club were in their 20s, wearing tight sexy dresses and high heels. No exception. It was a requirement; the dress code was very strict and none of them could afford to look less than stellar if they wanted to get in.
Most of the men looked a bit older, probably in their 30s or 40s for the majority. Without a few exceptions, all of them were dressed for success - perfectly fitted tailor made suits and shirts, hand made Italian shoes, Swiss watch and expensive cologne.
Everybody was perfectly groomed, and for a good reason - all of them were beautiful people, the rich and famous of New York City partying like crazy and spending stacks of dollar bills like it was pocket change.
For them, the nightlife wasn’t just about dancing and getting drunk. No, it was much more than that - it was about being seen and admired. It was about showing off and looking as successful as possible.
It wasn’t just a party - it was a competition for prestige and social status. Everybody had to bring their A-game if they wanted to stand out and bring all the attention to them.
Most of them were businessmen, top executives, lawyers, politicians, athletes or celebrities. Most of them, but not everybody. Like anywhere, there were also the wannabes, the ones hoping to network with influential people to improve their lifestyles - but who had nothing of value to bring to the table.
Enzo wasn’t one of them. He was on the other side, where everybody wanted to be. He belonged to the elite of society. At 28, he was a successful trader with a bright future ahead of him. He was moving millions and millions of dollars every day for a living, and the pay was good. Very good. He could retire now and he’d never have to worry about money for the rest of his life.
But why retiring?
Being a trader was a fast paced job that he loved and was naturally good at. He wasn’t a gambler though - he hated it when people assumed he was merely gambling. No. He was a skilled risk taker, subtle difference. That was a nuance many people couldn’t understand and Enzo had given up trying to explain a long time ago.
Only people in the markets could get it and even then, many of them were very poor traders. By nature, Enzo was a competitor and a winner. Winning wasn’t just a state of mind; it was an addiction, and God knows he had a lot of them.
Enzo lived for few things in life; family, winning, money, sex and cocaine. And not necessarily in that order.
There was no time and no room for anything else, especially women. He loved women but he hated relationships. It was a waste of time and a source of endless pain and headaches.
He had given up the idea of finding love many years ago. He didn’t need to find it actually; he had already found and been forced to make a decision that had changed his life forever.
Enzo needed to keep control over things in his life.
Winning was just the result of constant effort - and he could control how much effort he wanted to put into something.
Money and sex were supposed to be lost and gained. It was a natural cycle. Very few people understood that and that’s why many people were dead broke - they were putting emotions where there were no emotions needed. It was just a numbers game; the more he tried, the more chances to get what he wanted. As simple as that.
Love, on the other hand, wasn’t that black and white. Love wasn’t replaceable. When it was lost, it couldn’t be replaced. It could only be substituted. When it happened, it was nothing more than an emotional band-aid that could never bring life back to those who lost it.
Enzo was looking at the crowd around him when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. “What’s up man!” A familiar voice screamed in his ear.
“Hey, Chris. Long time no see! How’s your shoulder man?” Enzo replied back.
“I’m still recovering but I think I’ll be able to play for the next season.”
“I heard you’ve been offered a $15 million deal to play in Miami?”
“Yeah man, that’s not official - can’t talk about it, sorry bro.”
“Too late man. I know what it means for the Miami team and I’ve bought $50,000 worth of shares. When your transfer becomes official, I’ll make a hell of a lot of money!”
Chris laughed and patted Enzo’s back. “Always about the money, uh?”
“Follow the money, dude.”
“Hey man, did you see that chick over there?”
“No.”
“She’s from UK. She’s new in town and she works for a big news agency. Her father is a rich fashion designer. They say he will open a new shop in New York; Fifth avenue, man…”
“Good for her…”
“Come on, dude! Don’t act like you don’t care! Look at her, man…” Chris said looking at the beautiful lady.
“Alright, alright…” Enzo turned and looked in the same direction.
Chris was right - the beautiful stranger was definitely a babe. She had long black hair and a body built for sex. She was easily a 9 out of 10.
“What do you think, pretty boy?” Chris asked.
“She smells sex.” Enzo called a waiter nearby and said something in his ear. The waiter nodded and Enzo slid a bill into his pocket.
“What did you tell him?” Chris asked.
“You’ll see. Watch.” Enzo simply replied.
Two minutes later, they watched the waiter bringing a bottle of Cristal to the sexy woman. She looked at him in disbelief and he showed her the table where Enzo was sitting. She looked at him and he raised his glass, before looking away, completely ignoring her.
“Well done, man.” Chris whistled. “How long do you think?”
Enzo looked at his watch, a black Breitling for Bentley special edition. “I don’t know… Less than a minute I think.”
Forty five seconds later, the brunette showed up in front of them. “What does it mean?” She said to Enzo.
“You know what it means sweetie… What’s your name?”
“Brandi.”
“Hey Brandi… Are you game?”
“Well… I’m game if you are…”
Five minutes later, Enzo was in the men’s restrooms with Brandi.
He locked the door and pushed her against the wall. He started by pressing his body against her, rubbing his hard length against her lower abdomen and approached his lips close to hers. She slowly closed her eyes, ready to be kissed but he stopped a few inches away from her mouth.
She opened her eyes and looked at him, wondering what was going on but he simply smiled. She approached him but he moved away, playing hard to get.
She tried another time and he avoided her again and again, teasing her to the point when she grabbed his hair and kissed him frantically, biting his lips and sucking his tongue.
He grabbed her ass and started to grind his member against her more and more vigorously, while she was unbuttoning his shirt. Enzo took off his jacket and tossed it on the floor, helping her to undress him.
“Holly shit…” Brandi said, caressing his firm and prominent chest, brushing the contours of his well-defined pectoral muscles. Her hands continued their downward journey to his flat stomach, where she stayed a bit longer, admiring his abs. “You work out?” She asked.
“Occasionally…” He said, pulling up her tight dress and caressing her warm crotch. Her panties were soaking wet and his hand was very quickly covered with her fluids. “Take it off…” He ordered her.
She quickly took off her G-string and unzipped his pant, revealing the huge bulge in his underwear. “Bloody hell… You’ve got a big one!”
She caressed his pole through his boxer and kissed him, while he was gently rubbing her naked folds. Judging by the amount of juices she was producing, she was horny as hell. Enzo slowly rubbed her delicate clit which made her gasp instantly.
“Oh my God… Yeah! Don’t stop…” She moaned.
He applied more pressure against her wet and sensitive button, and she started to plant her nails into the skin of his back. Then, he kissed her neck and inserted one finger, then a second one into her burning channel. He slowly rubbed her inner walls and moved his hand in circles, caressing her from inside as she started to suck and bite his earlobe.
“Don’t stop… Don’t stop… It’s almost there… Yeah… Yeah…” She said, panting in his ear.
Suddenly, her body tightened and she arched her back, and a powerful orgasm made her scream out of her lungs. “Ooooh!! Yes!! Ooh!!” Her knees were shaking and her legs were trembling, and Enzo had to support her to keep her from falling. Her face was red and sweating, as she was catching her breath.
“Bloody hell, that was fast! How did you do that?” She said in total admiration.
“I didn’t do anything… It’s because you wanted it so bad…” He modestly replied.
“I don’t think so… I’ve never been with anybody who made me cum so fast.” She said.
“Guess what? I’m not
anybody
…” He said while grabbing his wallet in his pants.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“I’m taking a condom.”
“Wait, not yet.” She said as she dropped to her feet. There, she gently pulled the elastic of his underwear, allowing his erection to spring free. She grabbed the base of his pole and swallowed him as far as she could.
Enzo closed his eyes and opened his mouth; she was really good. She sucked him luxuriously and massaged his balls, occasionally looking up to see if he was enjoying it. After a while, he grabbed her hair and gently - but firmly - pulled her head, rocking his hips against her mouth. He went back and forth deep inside her throat and finally motioned her to get back up.
It was time for him to take control again. He took the condom and slid the protection on. Then, he took her legs and lifted her off the ground.
“Oh my God!” She said in surprise. “What are you doing?”
He ignored her question and brought her to the edge of the washbasin. She looked at him in disbelief, sitting with her legs wide open. Then, he put her knees on his shoulders and immediately filled her, balls deep.
“Oooh!!” She screamed right away, the pleasure making her roll her eyes. She gripped his forearms firmly as he was banging her relentlessly, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.
He was tireless, rocking his hips with energy and pounding her as if her ass was a punching bag.
“You like it?” He whispered in her ears.
“I LOVE it… Give me more…”
He immediately obeyed and grabbed her breasts. She wasn’t wearing any bra. He pulled and tugged her hard nipples and made her moan loudly. “Mmmmm…”
As she became more and more excited, her juices began dripping on the edge of the washbasin and on the floor. Enzo was going back and forth, and grinding his crotch against her glistening folds. He definitely knew what he was doing and Brandi was having the night of her life.
Suddenly, somebody tried to open the door and banged on it. “Hey! Who is it? Get out of here immediately!”
Brandi opened her eyes wide and looked at Enzo in panic. “Oh my God, we’re in trouble!”
“I’m not done yet…” He said, still pounding her like a pneumatic drill.