The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Among the Vine Trees

Carlo immediately stopped the fondling he was making, when his ears heard clearly the expression of Miabella's love. Not only Carlo, Miabella was similarly stunned at the confession she had just uttered. The daughter of Matteo de Luca, did not expect that she would express love for the bodyguard. However, the most beautiful feeling he could no longer hide.

“You love me, Miss?” carlo asked in disbelief. He faintly stared at that beautiful face, which was hit by the reflection of the lights from the hallway.

Miabella did not answer immediately. His gray eyes looked at the beautiful bodyguard. “Didn't you feel it?” the girl asked back. His voice sounded a little quivering as he felt doubtful and was anxiously waiting for an answer from Carlo.

“I fell in love with you even long before you realized the meaning of my existence,” Carlo said.

The dark-haired man floated a few years ago, when Miabella celebrated her eighteenth birthday. He was so stunned at the figure of the young girl who was descending the stairs gracefully, then mingled with the guests.

Every now and then, Miabella's grey eyeballs swept through the party room in search of Carlo's figure. When the girl was able to find the bodyguard, she was able to breathe a sigh of relief and return full attention to the guests.

However, Miabella only pretends to enjoy the party. Actually, the daughter continued Adriano D’Angelo who was in the limelight and flooded with congratulations, felt uncomfortable in the crowd that surrounded him.

At that time, only important guests were present. Luxurious gifts also rained down on the birthday girl.

Carlo understood very well the body language Miabella showed, although the girl did not express it in words. However, all the discomfort in the beautiful girl, yawned just like that when she saw Carlo's handsome face smiling at her. No matter how flattered the man was over the attitude of the girl Miabella.

There was one more thing that could not be forgotten by Carlo at that time, which was at the time of the birthday cake cutting event. Miabella handed over four pieces of cake to her father, mother, sister, and Damiano. He then made a new piece and placed it on a small plate, then walked across the room to the place where Carlo was standing.

With a gentle and warm smile, Miabella handed the cake to Carlo while kissing his cheek. It was then that the beautiful feelings of an Carlo began to present. She let the name Miabella Conchetta enter and filled the entire space in her heart.

“What do you think?” The shrill voice of Miabella scattered all the reverieges of Carlo.

“I am thinking of you,” Carlo replied with a smile, then again buried his face in the neck of the level of the daughter Matteo de Luca and continued what had happened.

Miabella closed her eyes as she continued to tightly embrace the body of the bodyguard. It was the first experience for him to feel all the touches that Carlo gave him. Miabella is speechless. He just wants to enjoy it all.

Fortunately because at that time the conditions on the plantation were quite dark. The only illumination there was only from the yellow-colored lights inside the hallway, which bounced incoherently towards the estate. What they were doing among the vineyards earlier, would definitely not be monitored by the night guards on the estate.

It was dark and silent as if there was no life there. The spoiled, raucous deity of Miabella, mingled with the sound of Carlo's heavy breath so sexy and seductive. "Are you sure of me, Miss?" carlo asked without stopping to explore the important parts, of the beautiful body of the girl he would have had that night. Although in a dark atmosphere, but every thing Carlo did was impossible to get the wrong target.

The row of vine that will soon be harvested at the end of this summer, bears silent witness to the slow groans of Miabella who has lost her most precious treasure, as Carlo has managed to unlock it. The longer, the more beautiful girl can compensate and find that comfortable feeling. Miabella must admit that what Carlo did to her was incredible.

Charles treated her very sweetly. She gently caressed Miabella's head. They didn't think of anything at the time. I don't know what would happen if a snake appeared and approached them. However, Carlo or Miabella seemed to ignore everything. The two lovebirds were too late in the delights of their first union, though not where they should be.

"Are you okay, Miss?" whispered Carlo. His body movements slowed down for a while, when the man again melted Miabella's lips.

"Norgin ...." Miabella said nothing but the name of the bodyguard, who had managed to bring herself to a new side of life. Miabella slipped her hands into the t-shirt that Carlo was wearing. Slowly he felt the surface of the body of the bodyguard who again spurred himself.

Carlo smiled as he muttered softly. The man continued to move without any fatigue to be able to complete his task. Right at the second where he was about to arrive at the highest point, Carlo immediately withdrew himself. The remnants of the full union of intimacy was poured out.

"Oh my goodness ...." Both of them laughed softly, feeling disbelief at what they had just done. With a breath that was still panting, Carlo again melted the lip of the girl he now managed to have.

"How does it feel?" carlo asked as he gently kissed Miabella on the forehead.

"I'm not sure I can walk myself into the Casa de Luca" Miabella said in response to Carlo's question. He laughed softly again while tidying himself up.

"Don't worry, because I'll carry you into the room" said Carlo again kissing the girl's lips. He was not bored of doing that. Carlo seemed unsatisfied to pour out all the feelings that he had been alone. However, this time the man deserves to be grateful, because Miabella turns out to have the same taste.

It was late at night when they decided to enter. As usual, Carlo escorted the lady to the front of the room. "Buonanotte, Cara mia (Good sleep, my dear)," said Carlo gently as he peeked at Miabella's forehead for a while. Not to forget, he kissed the girl's lips again.

After confirming Miabella's entry, Carlo passed to the room he was in. Miabella went to the bathroom to clean herself up. The girl was glued for a moment near the sink table. He looked at his face fixedly, then blushed.

Miabella did not think that she had just finished making love. Something that had only existed in his mind. Now, all the curiosity was answered. A moment later, Miabella dropped her pants. Instantly the girl was stunned, when she found blood spots that had dirtyed her thighs.

"Gosh," murmured Miabella as she rubbed her thighs slowly.

The girl then decided to move near the shower. He let the faucet so that water droplets began to come out, and wet the whole plain body that now belonged to a Carlo. Miabella closed her eyes, permeating every refreshing splash that hit the surface of her delicate skin.

Back in memory, what he and Carlo had done on the grass of the plantation. It was something he could not believe. A moment later, the shadow of the beautiful girl turned to friends who had not communicated with her for a long time. Miabella gave a small smile, when she remembered one of their words, 'the first one always bleeds'.