The Mafia and Her ✔

Chapter 34

"Amor, I don't give a fuck if they are tiny or huge. I love you with everything you have or don't have. Don't ever give me this half-assed answer again. So, can I see them?" he asked again, and I looked at our driveway, making sure no one was around. 

Gathering every bit of my courage, I finally nodded.

He kissed my nose, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and lifted it to my neck, exposing me to the world.

Izan is my world.

Ew, that's so cringy, Verena.

"Muy bonita," he whispered, and I avoided looking at him. It was embarrassing. "Just perfect, you are perfect. Can I try something?"

"What type of thing?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to read his mind.

"It'll make you feel good," he licked the side of my mouth, and I agreed. I trusted him. Maybe too much.

Without warning, though he gave me heads up, he dove down and kissed my left boob. I jumped at the contact and tugged on his hair. He left wet kisses all over my breasts until his mouth took my nipple and sucked on it. I felt weird. Down there.

Is this what they call getting wet?

To make sure, I slipped my hand between my thighs and cursed in French. I wanted to rub my core but didn't know how he would react. 

As if he heard my thoughts, he slipped one hand down and cupped my private area. I jumped, panicking. "You're so wet. It's so fucking sexy," he commented and sucked harder on my right boob. I was wearing loose shorts, so it was pretty easy to feel my juices leaking out.

Way to go, Verena.

I will never look at normal juice the same again.

"Izan," I placed my chin on his head, and he stopped touching me so erotically but kept his hands on my body. "Can we stop? I'm overwhelmed," I asked, not feeling ready for more. I was a coward, but I needed to put limits.

He immediately removed his hands. "Of course, amor," he replied with a smile and kissed my nose. "Should I tie your top?"

"Yes, please." He did as I requested. 

I decided to change my whole outfit in the house since it was obvious what we were doing. I wore a different but similar bikini, and we drove to the beach.

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"What took you so long?" Camila asked the moment we joined them on the beach. It was a hot day, and people of all ages were there. I wanted to run and play. I wanted to let my inner child loose.

"They were probably doing the deed," Jose commented with a smirk, and my cheeks flushed, exposing us. "Oh my God, I was joking! No way! I'm proud of you, my children."

I shook my head. "We didn't do it. We just made out! I should really stop blurting out unnecessary information," I said, hiding my face in Izan's chest. He was still wearing his shirt, and I wanted to see his tattoos and muscles.

"Too much information," Carlos grumbled, and everyone laughed. I took off my shirt and shorts and adjusted the straps on my bikini top. I wasn't self-conscious about my scars anymore. Izan removed his shirt, and I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He chuckled and kissed me gently.

"Veve, let's build a sandcastle," Alvaro tugged on my arm and made me sit with him for an hour. We made a very huge and detailed sandcastle, and everyone complimented us. "We're artists!" Alvaro said, happy that his family was taking pictures of us. He loved being at the center of attention and I didn't blame him.