Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 692 -

*Caterina*

As we rode back to our penthouse, the energy in the car was electric. We were both ridiculously amped up, knowing what was going to happen soon. Although we wouldn't be there to see Antonio get taken down, both of us felt the same adrenaline rush as if we were preparing to go in by ourselves.

Elio tapped his fingers absentmindedly on the steering wheel while I struggled not to pick at the hangnail on my thumb.

"What do you think will happen?" I asked Elio for what felt like the millionth time.

My mind couldn't stop racing and turning over and over the events of the day. I had thought through every scenario and talked through them with Elio, my anxiousness coming out as pointless babbling. "I think it's going to work," he said, as he had several times already.

I nodded, I thought it would work, too. "But what if it doesn't?" I asked, as I had already multiple times.

"It will work. It has to work." He reached out and put one hand on my knee, his thumb rubbing reassuring circles.

I tried to relax against his touch, but it was impossible.

"Yeah, you're right," I conceded.

Neither of us wanted to think about the possibility of failure. If Antonio wasn't captured... I didn't know what I would do. I just couldn't think about it. There was too much riding on this moment for it to go wrong. "How will you react when they tell us?" I asked, thinking through my own reaction.

"I'm going to pop open that champagne that my dad gave me back when I turned twenty-one," he said with a grin. "I've been saving it for something, I just didn't know what. I think this is the perfect occasion."

I chuckled. Only the son of a former mafia Don would randomly have a bottle of vintage champagne. It was so old-school, I loved it.

Finally, we pulled into the parking garage and found ourselves back on the elevator to our apartment. I was ready to get inside and relax, or rather, to get inside and continue to talk ourselves in circles about Antonio's capture. I walked inside and immediately began pacing back and forth in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in our living room. The bustling city below was the perfect reflection of how I felt inside. I was wired beyond belief.

I heard the clink of glass behind me as Elio poured himself a whiskey. He walked up behind me and captured me around the waist, resting his chin on my shoulder so that he could look out at the view as well.

He raised his glass to his lips and drained it in one gulp, still keeping his head on my shoulder. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, and it reminded me a lot of our first kiss.

I smiled to myself, remembering how naive I had been at the time, thinking that my biggest worry would be how to deal with developing a crush on Elio.

Look at us now, I thought. My former self would've probably had a heart attack if I could have told her where she'd end up in just a few short months.

"Do you really think it's going to all work out?" I asked again, needing to hear his reassurance.

"Yes, baby, I do. But I can't keep thinking about it, knowing that I'm stuck here, unable to help. I need something else," he murmured in the space just behind my ear, reaching forward to set his glass down on the side table. His words sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't believe how easy it was for him to turn me on. Seemingly out of nowhere, I was ready to tear my clothes off and let him take me. As if he could read my thoughts, he bit my earlobe, forcing a moan out of me.

Keeping one arm wrapped around my waist, he reached his other hand up under my shirt and tugged at my bra, freeing one breast and taking it roughly in his hand. My nipple was already a hard little peak, desperate for him to pinch and knead it.

He knew what I wanted, and I knew he would give it to me.

I arched my back, grinding against the erection that I felt forming in his pants. There were too many layers between us, but I knew Elio would take care of them in no time. For now, I was just riding the high that was sex with Elio. It was all so fucking pleasurable. The way he touched me as if he could read my damn mind, the way his body responded to mine... it was better than I had ever imagined sex could be.

As I knew he would, he took his hand from my waist and deftly undid the button of my jeans so that he could slide it down the front of my panties. I was so wet already, I could feel his fingers slip as he slid them down across my clit and back up, teasing my nipple with the same pace. He bit my earlobe again, sending an electric shock right to my core.

"Oh, Elio, please," I muttered, arching myself further.

"Please, what, baby? Tell me what you want," he growled.

"I need you-need your cock, now," I barely managed to speak, but it didn't matter, he was just teasing me, he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

With a wordless groan, he tore my clothes off and threw them across the room before turning me to face him. He drank in the sight of me, his eyes roving from my lips to my breasts to my aching pussy. I was sure he could see the wetness glistening between my thighs, but I was too turned on to care.

"Touch yourself for me," he demanded as he pulled his own clothes off.

I shyly pushed my hand between my thighs and rolled my fingers around my clit. I wasn't nearly as good at touching myself as Elio was, but it was better than nothing.

I moved my other hand to my breast and pinched my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, digging my fingernail in slightly to increase the pain and simultaneously, the pleasure.

"Fuck, I love seeing you like this-naked and on display for me." He was finally free of his own clothes, and had quickly pulled a condom on. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, stroking himself slowly as he watched me touch myself.

"Now, come here, baby," he murmured, wrapping his hands under my thighs and lifting me slightly so that we fit together. He pushed inside me with one long thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, using his strong back as leverage so that I wouldn't fall. After a few deep thrusts, he helped me to the ground, staying inside me the whole time.

I laid on my back, Elio pressed on top of me. He took my mouth in his as he set a harsh pace with his thrusts. I met every single one with a little thrust of my own. My body was already fluttering with my building orgasm, and I knew I wouldn't last as long as him.

He was hitting that perfect spot within me, his mouth moving against mine with such fiery passion, I had no choice but to lose myself to it all.

I came with a scream, unable to contain myself. Elio met my release with his own, moaning my name against the curve of my throat. Hearing my name on his lips sent another wave of pleasure through me. I grasped his shoulders as I rode it out, and he held me through it all.

"Fuck, you're so good at that," he groaned as he pushed himself up and reached out his hand to help me up as well.

He took me by the hand to the shower, turning the water on and testing it with his hand before encouraging me to get in. He stepped in behind me and grabbed the soap, lathering it in his hands so that he could rub them over my shoulders and back.

His gentle movements relaxed the tension that I still held, even the distraction of phenomenal sex wasn't enough to take my mind fully off what was happening.

He turned me to face him and circled my breasts, teasing at my nipples before descending lower and rubbing circles around my hips.

"What's on your mind?" He asked.

I smiled up at him. "You.. and us."

"Hm, that's my favorite thing to think about," he said as he aimed the showerhead to wash the soap off my back.

"Mine too. I love you."

"I love you so fucking much," he murmured, leaning forward and settling a gentle kiss on my lips.

Just when I thought that we might end up going for round two, Elio's phone began to go off. I looked at him with wide eyes, my heart racing a million miles an hour as I wondered if that was the news we'd been waiting for.

He rinsed himself off quickly and stepped out of the shower before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. His phone was by the sink, so he was able to grab it quickly. I waited under the water, my blood running cold despite the heat. "It says Franky and his men are in place. They'll storm in any minute now," Elio said, his face solemn.

I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, reaching for one of the plush towels that was hung up and wrapping it around myself. I wandered into our bedroom, trying to distract myself from the news that we were waiting for as I dried myself off and looked for clothes to put on.

I knew that as soon as the next text came in, we might need to leave quickly, so I pulled on a pair of jeans and a plain black T-shirt. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I wanted to be prepared for anything. Now was not the time for designer dresses.

Beside me, Elio dressed in slacks and a button down. I had noticed that he had started to wear a similar style to all the Valentino mafia men. I suspected he didn't even realize he was doing it.

As I was running a brush through my wet hair, another message came in. I turned to Elio so I could see his face as he read it. A smile broke out on his face.

He looked up at me and read it aloud. "We picked up our friend."