Page 35 of Mafia Princess

“Fuck you,” she spits, the venom in her stare penetrating the space between us.

I lunge forward until I’m pressed against her, slamming my palms into the elevator walls on either side of her head. She doesn’t flinch, and I’m momentarily in awe of this beautiful woman pressed against me. “I won’t have you speak to me that away again. Understand, Principessa?” My voice drops an octave.

“I thought you liked it all dirty and shit.” Her eyes meet mine, glare for glare.

“I also said I like to be a monster, and once I’ve laid my hands on you, you’re fucked.” I slam my lips against hers roughly, taking what’s been promised to me. She doesn’t fight me at first and for a few seconds her body molds to mine, her hands roaming my muscled back. The tension between us is volcanic and it plays out in the clashing of teeth and the biting of lips.

She comes to her senses and presses her palms against my stomach, pushing me off her. “Stop,” she pants as I move an inch away from her.

“What’s the matter, Principessa? Did you like that too much?” I glower at her, teasing her and wanting her sharp tongue to lash out at me.

The elevator pings and she ducks under my arm, escaping the confines of the small space, straight into the waiting arms of her fuck buddy.

I stalk after her straight into my newly purchased penthouse. The sprawling size of this beast is enough to ensure we won’t bump into each other. Three stately master suites, all with a king bathroom and sitting rooms, are placed in three corners of the apartment. The cinema room with the whole floor lounge sits between two of the master suites. Just enough to keep us apart. The loungeroom has the best fucking views in Manhattan. My soon to be playground, if all goes to plan. I figured I’d need a landing base in New York once this deal is sealed. There was no fucking way I was shacking up in the Capelli estate playing happy families. I don’t do the family thing. That lifestyle doesn’t suit the man I’ve become. I’m all business; and if you don’t serve me a purpose, I’ll discard you.

I watch the two hesitate before embracing each other. Their familiarity knots my insides, making me want to gut the Russo kid. I stride past them to the well-stocked bar and pour myself a whiskey. The malt glides down my throat, adding fire to my insides. I refill my tumbler and move to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Central Park. The lights of the city flicker as I let the two of them get comfortable enough before I set my demands on them.

I hear the clinking of glasses and a soft close of the bar refrigerator. “By all means, make yourselves at home,” I say to the reflection in the glass and salute the wicked man looking back at me.

I see the Russo kid approach in the reflection, two tumblers of amber liquid held in his hands. I turn to look at him, study him, and try to see what she sees.

“Thanks, man. For not ratting on us.” He holds a glass out to me as a peace offering.

“Play by my rules and no one needs to find out.” I take the tumbler from him and knock it back.

“Let’s get this straight from the beginning. I don’t play by anyone’s rules, not even my old man’s. Except for Maya, I’ll happily do as she wants, as long as she wants. She is all that matters. You’re simply an add-on.” He sips his whiskey and watches me carefully.

I’m impressed by his forwardness and no bullshit attitude. I can almost see why she’s so smitten. “Shall we get started then?” I dismiss his little speech and narrow my eyes at him, testing his buttons.

“Maya,” he calls over his shoulder.

I catch her hesitate by the bar, slam down a drink, and waltz over to us. I watch her carefully, trying to figure out how far I can push her tonight. Her eyes land on mine and understanding passes between us. I wish I could read her thoughts and desires.

“Want to show this dude how we fuck?” Luca wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her into him.

“Oh my god. Seriously, Luca?” She scowls and tries to pull his arm from around her waist.

My cock awakens at the sight of her struggling to get free. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” I stride past her and brush my hand against hers, needing to touch her skin.

“Come on, it’s fucking hot. You know how much you got off on the thought of him watching me lick your pussy.” I hear Luca’s voice echo around me, trying to convince her to go through with this. Intriguing me that she’d imagined me watching already.

“Fuck, I’m going straight to hell and I’m taking you with me,” she replies, the uncertainty tainting her words like a faint siren in the distance.

I pour another whiskey and head into the master bedroom, the sheer curtains pulled open to frame the city skyline. I settle on the sofa and wait patiently for my two performers to join me.

They walk in side by side, her arm wrapped around his, a wicked glint in her sultry dark eyes. I need to kick the desire to claim her. Maybe if I watched the Russo kid pound her in every way possible, it might stop my obsessing.

He leads her to the bed, his tie already loosened and whispers something in her ear, making her grin at him. Her dazzling smile lights up her stunning face. She smiles easily for him, as though he’s the light in her dark world.

“Close the door and dim the lights,” I order and watch the two of them turn to me, astonishment on both their faces. Get used to it, kids. This fucker likes to boss everyone around.

Maya walks slowly to close the door and dims the lights enough to make faint shadows on the walls. Her gaze is wild with excitement and fear. She returns to her fuck buddy and looks up at him as though she is looking for encouragement and reassurance.

I place my tumbler on the armrest of the sofa and watch as she stands there, uncertainty playing on her movements. As though he can read her thoughts, Luca turns her and cups her cheeks in his tattooed hands.

“It’s just you and me, babycakes.” He presses a kiss to her lips.

“Now that we’ve got that lovey shit out of the way, face me and undress her,” I growl at them.

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