Page 38 of Mafia Princess

“Free her hands and spin her to look at me,” I grit through clenched teeth.

Luca removes his dick from her mouth and unclasps the bra from the bed in one smooth motion. He grabs a hold of her face and kisses her deeply, their tongues dancing in a lust-filled haze. He pulls away and turns her so swiftly she lands on her hands and knees facing me, her nipple dripping blood spots onto the white sheets.

I hold her gaze, a rally of hatred and ecstasy bouncing between us. “Now, fuck her.”

“Thank fuck,” Luca groans as he slams his dick into her wet heat and throws his head back in relief.

Maya’s eyes flutter closed and she braces herself against the mattress with her arms as Luca punishes her from behind, his fingers working her clit. He thrusts into her relentlessly, driving his cock harder and harder, the sound of flesh on flesh pounding in my ears.

“Watch me while he fucks you.” I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees, impressed that her knife still sits snuggly against her thigh.

She defies me and bends her head down to look at the sheets below her, pissing me off. I launch out of the chair and grab her by the throat, raising her so she’s eye to eye with me. Her gaze holds mine in a show of defiance and passion. Her erratic pulse thunders under my fingertips as Luca continues his vicious assault on her pussy and clit. Her gasps turn into soft moans as her pleasure heightens and she grips my shoulders for support.

“Whose are you?” I growl in her face and squeeze her throat tighter, watching her eyes go wide in fear. “Answer me.” I pinch her bleeding nipple and smear the blood around her breast.

“Yours,” she whimpers, her mouth remains open as Luca never eases up on his pounding.

“You’re fucking mine, Principessa.” I lift my thumb to my mouth and lick the blood off, my eyes remaining on hers. My need for her turning into something savage and primal.

Her body starts to shake uncontrollably as tremors rip through her, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Holy fuck,” her garbled moans fill the room as her orgasm shatters her into oblivion. Her head drops forward, and I lift her chin so her eyes are locked onto mine while she rides the waves of ecstasy.

A low depraved growl erupts from Luca’s mouth as he spills into her in hard jerking thrusts. His gaze flickering from my hand around her throat to her ass against his pelvis, as he drives the remaining orgasm from him.

FOURTEEN

Maya

The soft sheet drapes over my sore body and when I move, it sends sharp pains through my nipple. The pain is enough to wake me from my half slumber. I roll over to see Luca sleeping soundly on his stomach and images of last night crash into me.

“Hey, fucker, wake up.” I push at his head.

“Why are you like this? Let a man sleep sometimes.” He stretches onto his side and swings an arm around my waist, enticing me into him.

I snuggle my ass against his front, his strong arm holding me against him. “I’m hungry,” I complain.

He chuckles. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“Want to order room service? Do you think he’s still here?” I sit up and look around the room, noticing our discarded clothing strewn around and the bloodstains on the sheets.

“Who fucking cares. We’ll stick it on his tab anyway.” Luca sits up and runs his fingers through his hair before jumping up out of bed and making his way to the floor to ceiling window. “This view is fucking insane. What Enzo wouldn’t do to get his hands on New York territory.”

“Let him fucking try,” I laugh at his idiotic statement.

He pads across the room, butt naked, his muscular torso on full display. I watch him grab his boxers and pull them on before he searches for the room phone. “Hi, I’d like to order up some room service. Okay, thanks.” He cuts the call.

“Don’t they do room service?” I groan, my stomach instantly hating me.

“Your future husband had it pre-ordered. They were waiting for our call and will be sending it up in the lift in a few minutes.” Luca strolls out of the room.

The view is spectacular. You can see the whole of Central Park from here, it’s fucking insane. Of course, Milan would purchase this penthouse. I can picture him sitting here, in his expensive suit, like the king of fucking New York. The thought irritates me and reminds me of what I am in this whole arrangement. Nothing but an afterthought for the men involved.

I climb out of bed, my limbs still stiff after last night, and wrap the sheet around me like a toga. I go in search of Luca but he’s nowhere to be seen. This palatial penthouse is so much bigger than what it seemed last night. I cut across the main lounge area and find Luca standing in the middle of a giant floor couch. It covers the whole floor.

“What are you doing?” I eye him with a remote in his hands.

He looks up at the ceiling. “Watch this.”

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