Page 36 of Mafia Princess

She flips me the finger.

“Stand still and keep your eyes on me, Maya. Don’t move your eyes from mine until he has taken your dress off. Or that will be strike one,” I demand, my voice controlled and level.

Our eyes meet then, and a struggle of power plays between us. Neither of us is used to doing as we’re told, and I know this is going to test her control in allowing her to succumb to my demands.

Maya keeps her eyes on me; never looking away as Luca unzips her dress and lets it fall to her ankles. I catch a glimpse of a knife strapped to her thigh, hugged tightly against her Medusa tattoo. I lick my lips at the thought of what I’d like to do with that knife.

Her pale pink g-string and strapless bra hug her curves, curves I need uncovered. I see a delicate tattoo, written in fine cursive writing, across her ribcage, under her breast. My curiosity zones in and I try to read it from where I am sitting, but the lighting is too dim. I make a mental note that when she lets me close enough to her, I’ll explore all her tattoos and trace them with my tongue, learning the meaning of each and every last one of them.

I slice my gaze to Luca and watch as his eyes roam over her body, her athletic form familiar to him, yet he still looks at her as though this is the first time he’s truly laid eyes on her bare skin. He grabs her hips and pulls her into him, and she lets him roam his hands over her ass, kneading and feeling the taught flesh under his fingertips.

Her gaze remains on me, taunting and teasing me, showing me what I can’t touch tonight. My dick presses against my pants, almost painful in how much it’s throbbing. It’s going to take all my self-control not to grab her and pummel into her tight pussy.

“Just you and me.” Luca grabs the back of her neck and angles her face up to his. “If you don’t want to do this, tell me and I’ll get us the fuck out of here.” He kisses her forehead and trails his lips down her cheek and over her neck.

“Okay, I trust you,” she breathes through pursed lips, answering him, but looking at me. Her hands tug at his tie.

“Don’t. You won’t be touching him tonight, babycakes.” I smirk at her and I can see she’s dying inside and wants to throw something at me.

Her defiance is evident in the way she huffs under her breath, struggling to fight the urge to defy me. She zeroes in on me, her face calm with an undercurrent of rage.

Luca obliges as he slides off his shoes and unbuttons his suit pants, letting them fall to his feet, his hard cock straining against his boxers. He kicks his pants to the side and removes his suit jacket and shirt, sending them flying in my direction. His torso, back and arms are covered in tattoos, the deep cut v on his abdomen the only place not decorated.

I take my tumbler and swirl the whiskey around watching the intimate touching between them and the nervous tension radiating off her. Her tanned legs would look so fucking good wrapped around my face. I push that mental image out of my head and throwback my drink.

“Take off her lingerie.” I don’t bother making eye contact, my eyes focus on her ass.

Luca reaches around to unclasp the strapless bra but she stops him.

“Stop directing us. This isn’t a porno.” She throws me one of her snarky scowls over her shoulder.

Luca chuckles, pulling the bra down under her breasts and leaning down to take her nipple into his mouth. Her eyes close in pure bliss.

I take my gun out from the top of my pants and I stalk to stand directly behind her, taking her jaw in my hand and angling her face up to mine, my fingers curling around her throat. She eyes me with caution but doesn’t fight me. I press the barrel of the gun to Luca’s head and he slowly stands back up.

“Calm the fuck down, dude.” Luca swats the gun away from his head, unaffected and unafraid.

I ignore him and lean my head down, my mouth close to her ear. I can feel her heartbeat, steady and strong against my fingertips. She’s not afraid. “You will do as I say or this thing between you two is over. Understand?” I hiss, squeezing her delicate throat a little tighter to drive my point before I uncurl my fingers and graze my fingertips along her soft skin, the red marks left behind, making my dick twitch.

“There’s no need to be a giant dick.” She swallows, her curiosity shining in her ebony eyes.

My dark gaze meets Luca’s. The crazy fucker looks more turned on than before, his eyes gleaming with a certain type of crazy I recognize all too well.

“Strip her bare,” I direct my demand at him, noting he may be the easier one to control.

I resume my position on the seat and watch as he slides her panties down her long legs and lets her step out of them, her Valentinos still strapped to her feet. He trails kisses up her legs until he reaches the apex between her thighs. I watch him run his nose against her bare pussy and she spreads wide open for him. She watches me as he darts his tongue out, sending shudders through her body.

Watching the lust simmer in her eyes, I know I need more of her. I need to feel her blazing hunger, her fire, and her passion. She will come to me and she will burn for me before I take her and make her mine. For now, I will watch her be consumed, taken to the brink, and finally allowed to fall. I will watch and I will control because I’m in charge, and it’s time Maya sees this.

My eyes burn into Luca. “Take her to the bed and restrain her hands.” The thickening in my pants is so hard it’s painful.

In one swift motion, Luca is back on his feet, his hands gripping Maya’s waist, pushing her back towards the king-size bed. She lands on her back, her breasts bouncing from the movement. My eyes eat up every inch of her breasts, sending waves of agony to my dick. I’m going to need a long hot shower after this show.

Luca slides off his boxers, his hard cock springing free, and crawls over her, pinning her to the bed. She squirms under him and I hear a faint giggle as he settles between her legs.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you?” He says as he reaches around her back and unclasps her bra, pulling it off and wrapping it in a figure eight around her wrists, and securing the clasps around the headboard. She pulls at the restraint as he kisses her neck and trails his tongue down between her breasts and over her flat stomach.

“Luca,” she breathes and pulls at her wrists.

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