Intervistare
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It’s time for some Italian loving tonight, with a special dedication to @ivatsworld who’s obsessed with Santino just as I am 😈
SUMMARY: You’re a journalist who had the chance of having an exclusive interview with the heir of Camorra - the one and only Santino D’Antonio. Words: 3783; Warnings: smut ahead;
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You were tense to say the least. Not because of who he was, you’d come to terms with him being the biggest name you were interviewing yet, but because he looked quite uncomfortable, like he didn’t really want to be there. But there was no backing out now, from neither side really, and you’d been so excited so you tried to stay professional, not just get it over with but make it as good as you could, no matter how disinterested, reserved, distant he looked.
“Are you comfortable?” You inquired, looking at him doubtfully, “Is the coffee alright?”
He nodded slowly, holding the coffee cup in his hand, bringing it up to his lips to take a small sip. “Si, bella, thank you…” he said quietly, his thick accent making every word sound incredibly sexy.
Not just his mood was intimidating, the way he looked was too, the neatly tailored suit, his black coat threw nonchalantly on the armrest of the couch, the way his eyes kept piercing through you, the stare overly intimidating, and he just looked too well.
“Because I can get you something else…” you assured him, wanting him to be pleased with the drink you’d made him, you were desperate to make everything perfect.
It felt like you were the only two people in the whole building now, except for the security standing outside the door and lurking from every corner; he hadn’t been able to make any other time, it was past your hours, had gone dark a while ago, but you’d been willing to do this either way, if he was going to make the time to talk to you and grant you first and fully exclusive interview, you were going to make an effort and give it your all.
“It’s really good actually” he said, clearing his throat. “I like it, bella.”
You smiled, nodding and glancing down at your notes. “Okay, so… are you okay with me filming our conversation?” you asked, a faint smile hiding in the corner of his mouth, “I promise it’s only for my eyes, so I can refer back to it and go back and forth through it when I write the article.”
Santino nodded, “Yes, bella. I already agreed to that when you called.”
You nodded quickly, “Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to make sure again” you stammered.
He gave you a small smile, shifting slightly on the couch, “It’s fine, veramente. I bet you’re not the only one that would like to have videos of me” he chuckled.
You swallowed hard, your cheeks started to burn and you tried your best to calm down, and get your shit together.
“Okay…” you said, smiling, also clearing your throat. “Let’s… uh… let’s start then” you said, leaning over to press play on your laptop that you’d set up in front of the sofa you were both sat on, “Easy question to start with… how are you doing?” you asked, feeling like it was suitable to start on as he seemed to start flirting with you, “Like, not just your mood right now” you added with a laugh to seem a bit more deep, professional, “How are you generally… I can imagine that being a mobster isn’t an easy job… and I must say that I appreciate how you just simply agreed to talk with me, perhaps you want to show a warmer side of the mafia?”
He chuckled, the sound relieving you a little, hoping he was loosening up, “You’re right about that, bella. It’s not as easy as it might seem.”
You nodded, smiling, “So, right now it’s just… relaxing, recharging, taking a break from the usual… businesses?” you asked.
He sighed, stretching his arms out a little.
“Malavita is a form of an art really. With all of the power and money I have I could use it for anything I wanted.”
You smiled, nodding again, “Yeah” you said, “but isn’t it all like a burden for you somehow? Living in a constant state of danger? I’m sorry, I’m slipping into the heavy questions that early…” you laughed.
Santino shrugged, waving it off, “No, no, it’s fine, bella. I can understand that you have various questions… about various things… but I like to live in a constant state of danger” he leaned closer to you, “just like now… since you weren’t searched al momento dell'arrivo, how can I be sure you’re not having a gun or a knife… hidden somewhere.”
You nodded understandingly, smiling, “Right…”
“So… all the blood we, D’Antonios, have spilled is for our best. Our enemies have to die, so we can live.”
You laughed, “Yeah, I see that. And what’s made you stick with it, the fact that somehow it’s a family business?”
He nodded few times, before grabbing the coffee cup, “Yeah, I suppose…” he smiled, shifting and leaning back against the cushions of the sofa, turning his body slightly, so he was facing you more, pulling one of his legs up onto the other and taking another sip of his coffee. “It’s the only way of living I know.”
“But… haven’t you really tried, to escape this way of living?”
He shrugged, “I haven’t really thought about that… it’s more like I was already born into all that… born with murder coursing through my veins. I won’t describe myself as a bad person even though I kill people.”
“So, in your opinion, what makes a person bad?” you looked up at him from your notes and when your eyes met he couldn’t help but smile.
“I live by the codex, bella. A codex I have to work out myself… in my world there are three crucial rules: you don’t hurt women, you don’t hurt children and even a single word is worth more than anything. That’s how you make people trust you. You won’t hurt someone’s wife and kids even if it’s per vendetta. A loving woman is worth more than any amount of money, gold or anything equally pricey.”
You watched as he gently placed the empty cup onto the coffee table, “Would you like another drink? Perhaps some tea?” you offered.
He thought for a moment, “Veramente, bella, have you got… anything stronger?” Santino smirked.
You laughed, placing your notepad down and shuffling off the sofa, heading to the kitchen, “Really?” you grinned.
“I mean, not just for me, have a drink too…” he said and you could feel his eyes on you from behind you.
“I’m working…” you said, “And so are you, Mister Santino.”
“Please, just Santino!” he undid all of the buttons of his jacket, “Well, if no one sees that video, no one will know…”
You returned with two small glasses and a bottle of whisky, “Lucky me. Getting an exclusive interview and he’s even requesting a drink that’ll loosen his tongue” you joked.
“Well, you don’t seem as a person who would twist my words, then run them for printing. Also we both agreed that you’ll show me the final product of our discorso.”
You nodded quickly, pouring both of you a generous drink, handing him his before sitting back down with yours, picking up your notes again, “Absolutely” you said. “I don’t want you to think about every single word you say clearly because then it’s just going to be stiff and not very real, right? You’d be much more comfortable and more likely to just speak your mind and we can have a proper conversation.”
Santino smiled, nodding. “You know what you want, bella. Also you’re not trying to force me to say something that I’d regret later… you’re a true professional. You’re not one of those that’d like to force out a scandal.”
You nodded understandingly. “Yeah, but… that’s understandable” you smiled.
“But I feel … much more comfortable now, and it’s somehow like we’re just having a chat like… un primo incontro style…”
Your eyes widened and you blushed, trying to quickly think of something else to ask him, skimming your notes.
“To good journalism… and beautiful journalists” he said, quickly taking over your job of moving on and holding his glass up.
You laughed nervously, letting your glasses ring together, smiling at his words and taking a big sip of the whisky, the sharp aftertaste burning down your throat.
He smiled. “This is good…” he mumbled, “At least I know you have a good taste in liquor. So… now you can ask about the juicier things…” he joked.
“I don’t know about juicy…” you laughed again, “but I definitely have some few tricky ones, that I didn’t know if we’d get to, or if you were comfortable with…”
“Don’t be scared, either of asking or of me” his fingertips ghosted over the skin of your hand, a smile on his face.
You nodded, another blush creeping on your face.
“You said that ‘a loving woman is worth more than any amount of money’, is there someone in your life that you truly love?” his eyes seemed dull for a moment, it felt like he was deep in his thoughts, but he blinked them away.
“I’ve never really met someone I could adore… until now, I think” he probably sensed that his words made you uneasy, “Well, it’s definitely been one of the greatest conversations I’ve ever had in my life” Santino added quickly, laughing a little.
You smiled, flattered by the lovely compliment, “Wow, that’s… that makes me really proud” you said.
“You should be, bella” he said, sitting up straight and finishing his glass. “I’m actually… dying for a cigarette” he said, fumbling in the pocket of his jacket, “You smoke?”
You thought for a moment, then nodded slowly, “Yeah, I could have one too” you said with a smile, leaning over to finish and save your recording, before grabbing one of the ashtrays from the kitchen and placing it on the coffee table next to the sofa.
“It was a great conversation” Santino said as he handed you a cigarette and trapped one between his lips, lightning them both with a silver lighter.
“Thank you” you smiled. “I thought so too, I was a little nervous but that turned out to be unnecessary.”
He smirked, taking a drag from his cigarette, “Doesn’t it always?” a little chuckle left his lips.
“True” you laughed, nodding, also taking a drag and blowing it away from him. It felt like he moved closer, slowly reducing the distance between you two.
“So, any plans for now?” he asked, slowly moving even closer to you.
You shrugged. “Well, I didn’t know how long this was going to take so I didn’t make any plans…” you confessed, “I might order some food, start writing the article. Bit of lonely work. How about you?”
“I mean, quite the same” he laughed, “Mob life is a quite a lonely one, surprising.”
Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, biting your lip, “O-Or… perhaps … you could… just stay for a little longer” you suggested, “If you wanted, to just… have another drink?”
“I don’t want to keep you away from work, bella…”
You smiled, “Well, I asked, so…” you mumbled nervously, unable to take your eyes off his with how close he was and you wondered if he really was getting closer or if you were just imagining that.
“Magnifico…” he hummed, “Because I feel like the real conversation hasn’t really started yet.”
You swallowed hard, your eyes glued to his face, hypnotized by the way his lips moved as he spoke, his face was even prettier in person and you just couldn’t take your eyes of it, thought about what it would feel like if he just came a little closer, if he just closed the space between the two of you completely and then your heart fluttered when he did.
Your eyes stayed wide open for a moment, unable to believe that this was happening, how was this happening?
And then he already pulled back, eyes fluttering open, looking back at you, “Mi spiace, bella” he mumbled, the Italian accent driving you more and more insane with every word he spoke, “Was that okay… okay with you…? I… oh, bella…”
You nodded eagerly, reaching to cup the back of his neck, not giving him a moment of doubt and leaning up to press your lips to his, your eyes fluttering shut. Santino quickly stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and you felt how he hesitated for a moment, just like you had before kissing you back, one of his arms looping around you to pull you closer, his other hand cupping the side of your face. He tasted exactly the way he looked, sweet, like smoke, the whisky and something else that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, something mysterious…
You drew back, inhaling sharply and he giggled shakily, “I thought I just sbagliare…” he said quietly.
“No, no, I was just … caught off guard, I…” you took one last drag from your cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray just like he did with his.
“No, no, bella…” he said, his thumb grazing your lips, “don’t apologize” his other hand gently touching your neck, “I just… my first thought when I walked here was that you’re una bellissima donna… when we started talking… you’re voice was the most sublime music I’ve ever heard… I felt like we were on the same wavelength, I think that’s how you say it in English…” he smiled again.
“No, no, I agree!” you assured him quickly, pressing your hand to his chest, “I … just wasn’t sure if you… felt the same…”
“I do, bella. There’s something magic about you…” he smirked.
You poured both of you another glass of whisky, a little more this time and you kicked off your shoes, getting more comfortable on the sofa, Santino doing the same, pulling up his legs and leaning his side against the back of the sofa to face you properly.
He smiled back at you, sighing, “I know you can see me as someone who’s ruthless… someone rotten to the core, but I rarely pull the trigger, I just make orders.”
“That’s understandable. You have a whole army of people to do that for you” there was a faint smile on your lips.
“Bella?”
“Y-Yes, Santino?”His voice sounded serious and you looked back at him curiously, swallowing.
“Can I kiss those lips again?”
Your heart skipped a beat and you found yourself nodding, placing your glass down on the table but holding his gaze.
He smiled softly, biting his bottom lip before shrugged off his jacket and leaned in again, his hand moving to the back of your head to draw you close, pressing his lips to yours again, less hesitant this time, more confident, like he wasn’t all that before and it felt more like he meant it, like he now knew what he truly wanted.
You sighed softly against his lips, returning the kiss, moving your hand to the side of his face, brushing your thumb along his jaw, a slight gasp falling from your lips when you felt his tongue slip past them to dance with yours, deepening the kiss.
You felt a fire coiling in your stomach, trying to compose yourself, to not get lost in the kiss but he tasted incredible, felt incredible, smelt incredible, he was intoxicating and you wanted more, tried to hold yourself back but you couldn’t, cupping his face with both hands to keep him close, kissing him back more eagerly, the alcohol loosening your inhibitions, making you more confident than you normally would’ve been in any sort of position like this. Not that you’d ever been in one, not that you’d ever had the chance to be with someone like he was.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and you shifted to climb into his lap, sighing with relief when you sank into his arms and it was much more comfortable to kiss him this way, pressing yourself close to him as you moved your tongue with his and his lips became more demanding, eager, almost desperate for more.
You didn’t know what had gotten into you, didn’t recognize yourself, or the confidence you had, your hips grinding forward into his, your face flushed, heart racing as he tightened his arm around you, groaning softly into your mouth. One of his hands moved slowly up your side before cupping your breast over your shirt, groping, kneading before tugging up your shirt, both his hands wandering underneath and you moaned against his lips as he massaged your breasts through your bra.
As you moved to grind your hips forward again, aching for some friction, something to tend to the ache between your legs that was growing more and more prominent the more he touched you, the more he moaned, mumbled your name, sucked on your tongue, “S-Santino…” you were unable to stop the little moan from leaving your mouth.
“Are we making love tonight, bella?” he drawled when he felt your hips grinding down again, hands moving slowly down your hips. He was hard, straining in his perfectly tailored trousers.
You whimpered at his words, couldn’t help but nod, “Y-Yes…” you whispered.
“Mmm, perfetto…” he mumbled, making you giggle against his lips and he pushed up your skirt, hands roaming your thighs and spreading them further apart in his lap, allowing you to press up closer to him, whining when you felt the rough fabric of his trousers brush up against your wet folds, just grazing your clit slightly.
“O-Oh, fuck…” you whispered.
He was quick to unbuckle his belt and you lifted your hips to give him enough space to tug down his jeans far enough to reach into his underwear, giving his hard cock a few pumps and you watched him, mesmerized, licking your lips.
Then you just switched his hand with yours, giving him a few more pumps, stroking him slowly, enjoying the look on his face as he slowly relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut, lips parted slightly, little moans you couldn’t figure out falling from his mouth.
You couldn’t believe this was about to happen, doubted it was for a moment but here you were, on top of him, aching for him to be inside you and soon you couldn’t wait any longer, sitting up on your knees to position yourself above him, whimpering when his tip brushed up against your clit and you pulled your thong to the side, whining when your wet heat enveloped him, you were so wet that he slipped inside easily, before you could properly adjust, falling against him, your chest pressed up against him.
He groaned, throwing his head back as he sank inside you slowly and you squirmed when his cock was buried all the way inside you, throbbing, stretching out your walls, “Excuse my words, bella, but la tua figa è perfetta…” he muttered, his hips bucking up.
You whimpered, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you tried to lift your hips, only to sink back down on him again, moaning softly at the friction, his cock rubbing up so tightly against your walls.
“Take this off…” he groaned, pushing your shirt up properly and you tried to sit up straight so he could pull it over your head, grabbing at your tits again as you started rolling your hips, adjusting slowly to his size and starting to pick up the pace, bouncing in his lap, whining softly each time his cock reached deep inside you, brushing up into just the right spot and you reached between your legs to rub your clit.
He moved his hips with yours, bucking them up and groaning, massaging your breasts and dragging your bra down so they spilled over, making you whine when he rolled your nipples between his fingers, teasing, attaching his lips to your neck and sucking needily on your skin.
You picked up the pace, hips rising and falling faster, it was a quick grind, a fast build up and you could tell he was getting just as close just as quickly, your walls clenching around his throbbing cock.
“C-cazzo, bella! You’re fucking gorgeous…” he panted, his hands dropping to your hips to guide your movements, bouncing you faster in his lap as he started pushing up inside you, his snapping up again and again and again, making you cry out, whimpering his name each time he drove his cock deep inside you.
“Santi!” You moaned loudly, glad you were all alone now. “Oh, fuck Santino! I’m… I’m so close… I’m gonna…”
“Me too, bella, come on, let go, let your pretty little cunt come all over my cock…”
His filthy words were doing it all, encouraging you as your hips slapped together and you fell against him, your hard nipples brushing up against his chest as you gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin through the fabric, whining, squirming as your walls gripped his cock, fluttering around him, the pleasure rocking through your body.
Triggered by your orgasm, he followed suit, burying himself deep inside you, holding you close and whimpering as he bit down on your neck.
“Santi!” you whined, moving your fingers to the back of his head, nails scraping against his skin gently, riding out both your orgasms, sighing as his cock brushed against your sensitive walls, a quiet whimper escaping your lips when he slipped out of you.
“Cazzo… oh, bella…” he groaned, tucking himself back into his underwear, fixing his clothes.
You shifted off his lap, your legs shaking as you stood up to fix your own clothes, picking up your shirt and pulling it back on, turning around when you felt his hand close around your wrist and he pulled you down on the sofa beside him again, your head falling down on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you.
“Come here…” he mumbled softly, pressing an absent kiss to your hair, his hand brushing up and down your arm.
You were surprised by the tender nature of his touches, had thought he’d really just want to grind it out quickly now but he still seemed interested in spending more time with you and you were pleasantly surprised, cuddling closer to his side to cherish the moment.
“If you want me to go just say a word, bella…” he mumbled quietly against your hair.
“I don’t…” you sighed, speaking into his chest and wrapping your arm around him.
