Kingpin (An Italian Mafia Romance) by Ws Greer Page A

can never hold my breath again. Our tongues collide and dance together, and I swear I can hear the Mariah Carey song playing again, because the words are so true. We Belong Together .
    We kiss like we’re trying to make up for all the years that we didn’t, and I feel things I’ve never felt before. This is a new feeling of heat, a new level of passion, a new degree of desire and yearning, and it’s uncontrollable.
    Our hands roam freely over each other’s bodies, and although I’ve done my share of kissing in my fifteen years, everything in this moment is a first. The things I want right now, I’ve never wanted before.
    Dominic leans in and kisses me on the neck, and I lift my head to make it easier for him. My father would be so pissed if he knew what I was doing, but the concoction of emotions flooding my body drown out any thoughts of this being wrong. I only think of Dominic.
    I use both of my hands to pull Dominic over to me, and even as he struggles to get over the shifter and my seat clumsily falls back into a lying position when I pull the handle, I don’t care, because I want him on top of me. I want to do things with him I wouldn’t dare think of doing with anyone else. I don’t think to stop when he starts to pull my dress up to my waist, or when his fingers start to touch me over the top of my panties. No, I don’t think to stop, I only surge forward, my skin on fire with sensitivity I never knew.
    I push his pants down, he slides my panties off, but I never want to stop.
    Who would I rather lose my virginity to? Marcus Smart? Bobby Pistone? Of course not. There isn’t a person in the world I’d rather lose my virginity to than Dominic Collazo. So, when he slides himself inside me, I ignore the burning sensation and the pain of it all, because he makes it worth it. He takes his time with me, going just as slow as I need him to, and even though neither of us really knows what we’re doing, something about it feels right. It feels like love, like this is what we’re supposed to do.
    We Belong Together .
    It’s a beautiful pain, and although it barely becomes pleasurable physically, I love it because it’s with him, and it feels right in my mind. We’re each other’s first. We’re going through it together like we were always meant to, and I love that.
    I love him.

    We manage to fit ourselves together in the passenger seat of the Mercedes, our bodies intertwining with one of his arms under me, and the other across my chest. The windows were fogged, so we let them down so the breeze could sweep over us as we look out at the stars.
    I lay on Dominic’s shoulder thinking about why it took so long for us to admit our feelings to each other, and how excited I am now that we have. I think about what it’s going to be like for us now that we’re finally a couple. The thought of us walking through the halls in school with everybody staring at us doesn’t make me uncomfortable, it makes me smile. We’ll be like Bonnie and Clyde. That’s probably what they’ll call us behind our backs, but nobody would dare say it to our faces. We’ll be a power couple forever, still going strong all the way up to graduation.
    That’s when it hits me.
    Now that the passion-induced haze has been lifted, my brain finally starts to do its job again, and I remember what I was supposed to tell Dominic. The words hit me like a ton of bricks to the chest, especially after what we just did and how much it meant. It’s unbearable to think about it and the tears make a comeback. The first one slides down my right cheek, but the second goes down the left and lands on Dominic’s arm, drawing his attention.
    “Hey, what’s the matter?” he asks, probably confused by the sudden tears.
    “There’s something I forgot,” I begin. “I got distracted by everything that was going on, and I forgot the whole reason I needed to talk to you tonight. There’s something I need to tell you, Dominic.”
    He sits up and angles his