Chapter 7: The Car Ride

Calla gave a quick nod and looked away. Rico strode closer to her, took her chin between his thumb and index, then made her look at him.

"You always have to use your words. No nods or shakes," he said. "Understood?"

Her eyes were locked with his, she could see his eyes clearly. The gray was mixed with a little green.

She swallowed, "Understood."

Rico turned to Ezio, his eyes dark as he spoke. "Non voglio che tu ci provi con lei, Ezio." 'I don't want you flirting with her, Ezio'

Ezio's grin deepened, his eyes flickered between Calla, then settled back on Rico. "Stavo solo scherzando, niente di serio," 'I was just joking around, nothing serious' he replied, brushing it off with a shrug.

Rico’s eyes didn’t waver, he maintained his poised look. "Comunque… con lei non si flirta," 'Still... you don't flirt with her.'

"Okay, okay," Ezio took two steps away, hands in the air, but his mischievous grin never left his face.

He winked at Calla and walked away, not before patting Rico's shoulder.

She flared her nose, clearly displeased by Ezio's attitude.

As if Rico could read her thoughts, he stood before her, blocking her from watching Ezio's retreating form.

"He plays with the devil," he said. Calla had no choice but to look at him. "But he's the only man I'd trust with my last breath."

Calla blinked slowly, her seductive smirk plastered on her lips. "I thought a man like yourself, doesn't trust anyone. Even himself."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest. "True," he shrugged, "But even the coldest men need one name they don't flinch at."

She stared at him, trying to read into his words. Then he started walking away. "Come with me."

She so desperately wanted to ask about the party he called her for. The party couldn't be down here, as the music, sweaty bodies, drugs, and alcohol were up there.

She didn't dare ask and walked quietly behind him.

He stops outside a door, but instead of entering another room, he looks at her.

"We’re done here. The real party’s not in this place," he said.

Calla narrowed her eyes, confused. He smirks at her expression.

Rico leads her to his private car parked in a secure basement garage. No one else is around, except for Rico's driver. 'Are we going somewhere else?' Calla thought.

He got into the back seat and pulled her with him, before shutting the door.

He said something in Italian to the driver and the car started moving.

Inside the luxury car, it’s quiet. Not even music playing. She watches the city blur by through the tinted window. He doesn’t explain where they’re going, and she doesn’t ask.

She glanced at his fingers, which were tapping his knee, then she looked away.

"Fanculo..." She heard him mutter under his breath, just before he gripped her arm and spun her to face him. She gasped at the suddenness of it.

Before she could react, his lips crashed into hers. It was hard, hungry, and demanding. She let out a moan when he bit her lip. His tongue pried open her lips, diving deeper and tasting her insides. Like he owned her.

Whiskey. That's what he tasted like.

Her hands found the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. He pulled her onto his lap and she was straddling him. Her skirt barely covered anything, but she didn’t care; all she could think about was how hot Rico was making her feel.

Damn, it's been way too long.

"Mi è mancato scoparti." 'I missed fucking you,' he whispered against her lips. Calla wasn’t sure what it meant, and she didn't want to know.

His hands on her lower back moved lower, gripping her butt cheeks in both palms and squeezing them hard, pulling a small whimper from her throat.

He moved his lips from her mouth, down to her neck. Nibbling on her skin and quickly licking it, soothing it.

Calla threw her head back, her eyes shut and her hands remained in his perfect hair.

His left hand found her breast and he squeezed it. Hard.

She let out a soft cry, the pleasure was driving her insane.

He moved his lips from her collarbone, back to the crook of her neck. Then it found her lips again.

He kissed her like it was the last thing he'd do. His tongue begged to be in her mouth and she gave in to his demand, and he fucked her mouth with his tongue.

Rico stopped for a second, letting Calla catch her breath. She was panting and licking her lips, inviting him in for more.

"Take off your top," he demanded. "I want to suck your titties."

His words weren’t a question or a request. It was an order.

She quickly pulled her top over her head, revealing her round breasts and hardened nipples.

"Perfetto..." he muttered under his breath. His breathing was getting unsteady as he put her left nipple between his index and middle fingers, giving it a sudden pinch.

She whimpered, the pain morphing to pleasure.

"Unfasten my belt," he commanded, and she didn't hesitate. She unbuckled and took off his belt, then unbuttoned his pants and shifted them down a bit. "Take my cock in your hand," he demanded again and she didn't ask questions. She reached into his briefs and took out the already hard cock, which was dripping with pre-cum.

Rico took out a condom from his vest pocket, tore the wrap, and gave it to her to put on him.

She complied.

"Now, put it inside your pussy."

Calla bit her lower lip, too aroused by his voice and words. With her left hand,

pushed her panties aside, and guided his cock into her hole.

He let out a groan as he sank deeper inside her.

She adjusted herself on his lap and started moving. She started slow, then she increased her pace.