Madam Billionaire

Now let’s leave our billionaire and her brute mafia Underboss for one moment, and get back to our Perky Peter and his sexy guard Paolo.

They were in their suite after getting back from the scene where Antonio had been shot in the head.

Peter was mad at Paolo for not getting back sooner, but spend more time instructing his men for taking care of Antonio’s body discreetly.

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“Don’t ever do that, ever again.” Peter was pacing himself back and forth, while the doctor was checking up on him.

He had never been worried about losing someone in his entire life. He felt his energy was draining so fast, time stop and he even thinks he could hear his heartbeat slowing down when he saw Paolo run and take a bullet for him.

“It was the stupidest thing anyone had ever done for me! stupid! so fucking stupid!” Peter finished his drink and winced from the bitterness.

“Peter, I was wearing a vest. I know exactly what I was doing.” He got up and dismissed the doctor when he was done with his check-up.

“Thank you, doctor, you can follow him and he’ll take you back.” Paolo nodded to one of his guards that were standing outside his suite.

Peter was having his second bottle of minis which he has been mixing with orange juice and gulping them down like he was just back from the desert.

Paolo took his glass and drink the rest of the content and winced at Peter.

“You realized you just ruined a perfect vodka right?”

“He could’ve missed and hit your head!! you… you big oaf! stop protecting me!” Peter couldn’t help himself as tears rolled down his cheeks, he wiped them roughly and decided to open a bottle of beer.

Then Paolo took the bottle away from him and caressed his face gently. “I love you too, my pretty boy.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? LIFE! We’re talking about your fucking life!” Peter puts his hand on his big Oaf’s chest, telling him that he has had enough of him being too manly and brave.

“Safe! I want you to be safe!”

Peter didn’t want to hear the love declaration from him, not when Paolo could be so reckless with his life. He didn’t want to feel more only to be taken away so soon. Nope. Not with his precious sexy Italian guard.

“Peter…” the said big oaf whispered his name huskily while kissing his neck and slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Paolo!” he tried to back away but he was caged between Paolo and the living room couch.

Then he was magically shirtless in seconds and gasped when Paolo took him to his shoulder and carry him to the bedroom like he weighs nothing.

“Don’t, not now… you’re still hurt,” Peter said when he knows what Paolo wanted to do next.

“It’s just a bruise, I’ve had worst.” He was stripping himself naked within moments, his perfect physique was on display and Peter couldn’t take his eyes away from him.

Every fucking time.

Peter stayed still, his sight was glued to the sexy guard in front of him. And his pants were starting to constrict him as he was getting hard from the view alone.

“I love you too Peter, and it’s hot knowing that you care that much about me.”

Peter relents and moans louder when he kissed him hard, their lips latched onto each other for the longest time. Peter was roaming his hands, greedily touching Paolo as if it was his last time doing so and he was letting Peter take over and lead their lovemaking.

He pushed Paolo to the bed and stripped himself naked and got on top of him carefully. He was licking and kissing his way up until their lips connected again and their kisses become hotter and their breaths were getting ragged.

“Fuck, promise me you won’t do that again…” Peter waited knowing that was the one thing he couldn’t promise him. Not with his line of work, and that was what scared him the most.

He has been having strong feelings for the big oaf but has been burying them down up until he was shot then all feelings were out in the open. And he didn’t like it, not one bit.

“Peter, baby… I’ve always been fine, and surely with you looking out for my life I’ll be more careful.” He answered Peter’s demand skillfully, then sensually pulled him down for another hot kiss.

“Paolo… I can’t,” Peter pulled away and shattered, but he didn’t let him go and took him into his embrace. The assistant rests his head to the crook of his arms while he caresses his hair softly and nudged him to continue with his words.

“You’re my first, I’ve watched her crumble. And Amara is a strong woman, I don’t think I can handle myself if you…”

“It’s okay, ssh… how about if we handle it one day at a time? and let yourself enjoy my kisses?” Paolo huskily said while spreading his kisses to his neck then lower down to his nipple, making him arched his back as he was wanting more of him.

“Okay…” Peter breathed out his words longingly.

Paolo smiled sexily and traced his kisses lower to his abs, then finally he was licking his tip while spreading his thighs apart. Peter moaned as he was feeling his tongue and grasping the sheets when he stroked his length to his liking.

“Paolo…” his voice was needy and that was all it took for our sexy Italian mob to fuck him senseless.

Both men were glued to each other, both yearning for their love for each other. Heavy breathing, loud grunts, bodies entangled to one another until they both shattered in the most intense climax and Peter was falling deeper and deeper with his Italian man.

“I love you…” Peter finally whispered his words as he drifted off to sleep peacefully in his arms. Paolo kissed his shoulder and he spooned him from behind knowing that he would do whatever it takes to have him, at least until he decided to leave him.

Like they always do…

His thoughts wander to all the lovers he has lost before, all the love that he gives with nothing in return.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

But Peter is different, he may stay?

Yeah right…

He kept on thinking while pulling his body closer to him, inhaling his scent, taking in his handsome features for god knows how long.

One day at a time…

Sometimes he hated his line of work. But it has been his life, and Leonardo had saved him and he owed his life to his mafia family. He had taken the oath, he would be loyal until his dying day.

Many boyfriends have had enough of his loyalty, and he has had his heartbroken while putting up a brave front and making it look as he was a player. While on the inside he was continuously putting his heart back from the pieces of his previous failed relationships.

“Paolo?”

“Ssh… sleep now, I’m just going to check on the perimeter. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“But…”

“I’ll be careful for you baby, I love you.”