Chapter 7 Birthday Wish

• *Alberto’s POV*
• I finally pulled myself together and chugged the now cool coffee before getting up. I walked into the bathroom and jumped inside the shower quickly. I looked down at my erection and sighed.
• “Maybe tonight, bud.” I mumbled before grabbing some of my Dior shower gel and scrubbing my body with it.
• Before I knew it, I was drying myself with a towel. I set the towel over my shoulders as I grabbed my toothbrush, squeezing the minty toothpaste over it. I quickly brushed my teeth and wiped my mouth with the hand towel on the cabinet. After flossing and using my mouthwash, I hung my towel and headed back into my bedroom.
• As soon as I looked up, my eyes grew wide in shock.
• “Padrino!” Isa gasped as her eyes grew wide.
• Fūck! I wasn’t expecting her to return. “Isa.” I groaned, hiding my cōck with both hands before turning around. “Can you give me a moment?”
• “Hai bisogno che mi giri?” (Italian for “Do you need me to turn around?”) She asked me, making me turn my face to the side.
• I saw her eyes roam my back slowly. I totally felt like she was eye fūcking me, but that can’t be. “Can you?” I gulped as she laughed, covering her eyes with her fingers. “Girati, Isadora.” (Italian for “Turn around, Isadora.”) I told her, closing my eyes to control my growing erection yet again. And I had just gotten it under control.
• “Guastafeste.” (Italian for “Party pooper.”) She muttered before turning around. I swear if she doesn’t stop her teasing, I don’t know if I will be able to hold back. I mean, I don’t think she means it as a tease, but that’s how my fūcking cōck is taking it.
• I quickly walked towards the drawers and pulled on my black Calvin Klein boxers. As I was walking towards the closet, she started talking.
• “So…” Isa’s voice came over my shoulder, making me jump.
• “Fūck.” I hissed, making her laugh.
• “I didn’t think you were such a…” She said, making me face her. I glared in warning as she pursed her lips. “Jumpy person.” She finished with a smile.
• “Why did you come back?” I asked her as I turned towards the closet again, grabbing my black trousers and putting them on.
• “Papa.” She sighed. “He left for the warehouse and said to tell you to meet him there.”
• “Okay.” I replied as I grabbed my black dress shirt. “Was that all?” I asked, buttoning my shirt quickly.
• “Actually, no.” She said, smiling widely. “I need a ride.”
• “Where’s your car, Isa?” I asked her with brows furrowed. I know for a fact that her father wouldn’t have her carless.
• “I let Mattias borrow it.” She whispered as her hands reached forward to finish buttoning my shirt. I tried to swallow, but my throat had gotten so fūcking dry from her proximity. I couldn’t even think straight.
• “Why?” I practically moaned before clearing my throat. ‘She is just buttoning your shirt, Alberto. Get it together.’ I chastised myself.
• “He needed to get to his dealer and—” She was saying, making me clench my jaw.
• “You’re joking, right?” I asked, making her smile.
• “He needed to meet up with some friends.” She giggled as she placed her hands flat against my chest. “And he didn’t have his Porsche here.”
• I can’t even bare to talk about the fūcker. I already hate him so much.
• “Where do you need a ride to?” I asked her, walking out of the closet and making her sigh. I couldn’t have her hands on me any longer. My pants were tight as fūck again.
• “To the warehouse, of course.” She replied, batting her eyes. I squinted my eyes at her, waiting for her to explain herself. “Must you know everything?” She asked, rolling her eyes.
• My hand instinctively reached for her neck, squeezing lightly as I brought her face towards me. The dominant alpha in me had slightly taken over.
• “Watch your mouth, young lady.” I muttered as I watched her bite her bottom lip.
• “Si, Padrino.” She replied as she rubbed her legs together, almost making me loose it again. Fūck, this was dangerous.
• *Isadora’s POV*
• Let’s just say that when I set my eyes on something, I don’t stop until I get it. The problem this time was that he wasn’t like the others. He was my padrino and that complicated shīt so fūcking much. But if I must be honest, it turned me on even more. It didn’t matter how complicated it was though. I was going to make it happen. I’m a Blanco and we always get what we want.
• That’s why I came back into his room. I needed an excuse to see him again. When we kissed, I immediately knew that I would be able to get him in my bed sooner than I had anticipated. And boy did I want him to fūck me and tame me so fūcking bad.
• I don’t know if he feels attracted to me like I feel with him, but I will make it happen. No one has ever resisted my charms and I had a plan in place to make him mine. I have been thinking about my seduction plan since my eighteenth birthday. I expected him to visit that year, but he didn’t show up, making me angry at him for some time.
• “Si, Padrino.” I replied to him when he went all dominant on me. Honestly, I came a little. And that was just from him showing his dominance. The fūcking moment he touches me where I wanted, I’m sure I’ll be his personal cūm machine. And no, I would not mind him making me feel good that many times.
• I grabbed the hand he had placed around my neck and gently squeezed it. If he didn’t let go of me now, I would rip his pants off to see his very large cōck again. I didn’t want to seem desperate though. I wanted him, but I wanted to tease him first and make him lose his mind. That’s how I always have them eating out of my hands. But again, he is different.
• I have a feeling that he will be able to satisfy my every desire and fantasy.
• He finally released his hold on my neck, rubbing his fingers gently over the hand print that I’m sure he left behind. “I’m sorry, angel.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I tend to lose my temper quite easily.”
• “I understand.” I smiled as I leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. He gulped, pulling away quickly. “I will change really quickly and meet you in the car.” I told him before walking off.
• “You never told me why you wanted to go to the warehouse.” He shouted after me, making me stop.
• ‘Right. Because that was a bullshīt excuse to get closer to you.’ I thought to myself before smiling at him. “Nothing. I have been having trouble with my handgun and needed to pick up a new one.” I said innocently. Yes, I am the best at playing the innocent little girl card. That’s what has gotten me out of so many punishments with my dad. Which, by the way, could never find out that I want to sleep with his best friend. He would probably go crazy. He really killed one of my guy friends that he caught thrusting into me in our movie theater. Poor guy. Dad didn’t even let him cūm before blowing his brains out.
• I had to be careful with my Padrino though. I wouldn’t want dad to hurt him too. Not that he wouldn’t put up a fight. Padrino and dad are equally as powerful.
• What’s crazy is that I thought seeing him again would take my little desire away, but no, it really did get worse. I hadn’t seen him physically for years, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t seen his pictures. He is a hot icon in Miami and is photographed often. That and the pictures dad had taken with him throughout the years. That’s why I was so pissed that he had missed so many birthdays and never visited. My only birthday wish this year was to have him balls deep inside of me. And I was going to make sure that my birthday wish came true.
• He didn’t respond to me, so I just walked out of his room and made the walk to mine. As soon as I entered my room, I ran to the closet, picking out the sexiest outfit I could find. I wanted to break him. Break him to the point of losing all self control and giving me what I want.
• I grabbed the high-waisted skinny jeans and see-through, lace body suit before throwing it on myself. I grabbed the white strappy heels before putting on my gold Rolex, hoops, and Italian chain necklace set. I put on a little foundation, mascara, and red lipstick before turning to the mirror. I looked at myself in it, feeling satisfied instantly with my look, per usual.
• ‘Try to keep your hands off me now, Padrino.’ I thought to myself as I grabbed my purse and phone before leaving the room.