Page 56 of Mafia Mistress

“Come here.”

“Are you not listening to me? You cannot order me around.”

He put his elbows on the table and steepled his fingers. “If you do not come here, I will pull you over my lap and spank you. All the staff and probably Zia will hear. Is this what you want?”

I glared at him, trying to see if he was serious or not.

Shit, he looked serious.

“Fine,” I grumbled and went over to the empty seat on his right. “I’ll sit here.”

“No.” He pushed back from the table a bit. “You’ll sit on my lap.”

My skin grew hot. “That’s—”

“Would you rather have the spanking, monella?”

I flicked my eyes toward the door, hoping someone would come in and save me. Where was Giulio or Zia? This man was a tyrant and everyone just let him get away with it.

“I am losing patience, Francesca.”

I swallowed, but forced myself forward. What was the big deal? I could sit on his lap for a few minutes. We’d been more intimate last night, so where was the harm in this?

I slid sideways onto his lap, his thighs hard under my legs. He was warm and smelled like an expensive cologne or aftershave, the kind that could mesmerize you if you got too close. My whole body was aware of where he touched me, like he was a magnet for my blood cells.

Instead of letting me sit to the side, he quickly repositioned me with my back to his front, throwing my legs on the outside of his thighs. In seconds I was spread open, my body reclined against his. When he tried to unfasten my shorts, I put my hands down to stop him. “What are you doing?”

“Grab the armrests.” When I didn’t move fast enough, he gave a light slap to the inside of my thigh. “Do it.”

Heat spread from the spot he struck me, but it wasn’t pain. It was a rush of excitement, and I put my hands on the armrests. After unbuttoning the shorts, his hand slid directly into my panties, reaching down until he cupped my pussy. The cloth didn’t give him a lot of room to maneuver but he shifted his fingers over my clit. I gasped, sparks racing along my spine. “Stop,” I said. “Someone will walk in.”

“Then that means you had better come quickly.” He kissed the nape of my neck then sank his teeth into the flesh and tendons there. Wetness flooded between my legs, aiding his movements over my clit. He licked over his bite marks. “I want to bite you everywhere, Francesca. Mar that beautiful skin with my teeth.”

Then he began speaking a long string of Italian I didn’t understand, but the sexy words along with the low, gravely way he said them filled me with fire, like he’d struck a match inside my belly. Soon I was rocking my hips, seeking, chasing, grasping at the orgasm just another few strokes away, the pleasure coiling as my muscles tightened. Fuck, yes. I needed this so badly.

All of a sudden, he paused, his fingers sliding away, not touching where I needed them most. What was he doing? I squirmed, trying to get him to finish me. “Fausto,” I whined, on the precipice. “Please.”

His lips traveled up my throat to my ear. “Whose toy is this?”

Oh, God. Why had I ever said I wasn’t his toy? Now he had to try to prove me wrong.

I couldn’t answer. Instead I rubbed my ass against his very hard dick.

He grunted and shifted to hold my hips still. “Tell me, dolcezza. Whose toy are you? Who does your pussy belong to?”

“No, I can’t. Please.”

He moved his fingers along my labia, but not over the swollen center that begged for friction. His free hand came up to circle my throat. “I’ll give you what you want. Just tell me. I want to hear the words.”

My body screamed even as my ears rang with denial. But I was weak, so weak, when he touched me. It was like I had no control over my movements, no willpower. I was an animal who needed to come. Reason had long since departed.

The words tumbled out of my mouth. “I’m your toy, Fausto.”

“Who does your pussy belong to?”

I dug my nails into the wooden armrest. “You, Fausto. My pussy belongs to you.”

He moved his fingers to my clit and the hand at my throat squeezed lightly, but it was enough. I detonated, my body trembling against him as I came, and the world blanked out as the orgasm went on and on. I was floating on a sea of color and air, far away from mafia bosses and castles. Nothing mattered, except this glorious feeling.

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