Page 39 of Mafia Princess

A thousand twinkling stars appear as the lights in the room dim. “It’s so beautiful.” I stare up and wonder what possessed the designer to do this.

He bounces toward me and grabs me by the waist, lifting me so I wrap my legs around his hips. “Want to fuck under the stars? A mischievous grin turns up the corners of his perfect mouth. He walks back into the middle of the room and lays me down.

“Luca,” I laugh.

“Don’t talk, babycakes. Let me devour you and fuck you until you can’t scream my name any longer.” He kisses me possessively. There’s something behind his urgency, behind the press of his lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze him into me, trying to get him closer. He reaches down and pulls off his boxers and settles back between my legs, nudging his dick against my already wet opening.

He kisses me slowly and sensually, taking his time, making sure he explores every dip and groove of my lips. His hands run up and down my sides, caressing the outer edges of my breasts and legs. He lifts my thigh and wraps one leg around his back, entering me deliciously slowly enticing a low moan from my lips. His movements are deliberate as he grinds his pelvic bone against my clit.

Running my fingertips over his muscled back, I roll my hips in time with his, the slow build of pleasure teasing me.

“Are you okay?” I whisper into his ear and I’m met with a dazzling grin.

“More than fucking okay.” His hands hold the sides of my face and his lips find mine again, as though he’s letting me know I have him. All of him, in any which way I desire. His lips leave mine and trail kisses across my neck and collarbone while his hand reaches down under my ass to lift it for a better angle.

Wrapping my other leg around his waist, I grind into him, when a loud buzzer rings from the main lounge area. We both stop moving and lay there waiting to see if it buzzes again. He gazes into my eyes as he twitches his dick inside me. He looks as though he wants to say something like it’s on the tip of his tongue, but he’s too afraid of the fallout.

“Fuck,” he sighs and slides out of me, pulling his boxers on and going to see what the buzzing sound is.

I lay there confused as fuck. My emotions all over the place.

“Food is here,” Luca calls.

I push my feelings into the deep cave of my heart, get up off the plush lounge, and tie the sheet around me again. I pad across the floor to where the elevator is to see Luca pushing two carts out of it.

“Breakfast is served.” He wheels them past me and heads into the main lounge area.

I follow him and the smell of bacon has my stomach grumbling. We settle on the oversized sofa and both lift the lids off our food.

“What the fuck is this?” Luca snatches up a piece of card stuck in his food.” He turns it over and studies it.

“What is it?” I spear my fork into a rasher of bacon and shove it in my mouth. The smoky saltiness speaking to my soul.

“A message, I guess?” He turns it over again.

“Show me.” I grab it out of his fingers and my blood rushes to my feet.

Perfect end to an evening is a Midnight Storm

The cursive writing is written in blood again. The room around me sits in silence as the high pitched ringing in my ears mutes out my heartbeat.

“Fuck,” I cry out and jump up, knocking over both the trolleys. Food and hot coffee go flying everywhere as panic seizes me.

I stand motionless, the gut-wrenching fear circling inside my heart like a black cave full of bats about to explode from their slumber for the night.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Luca stands up and grabs my hand in his, trying to get me to speak.

“The…the…the fuck,” I shriek and run to the master bedroom in search of my phone.

I find it on the bedside table, fumbling as I snatch it up. I can feel Luca’s worried gaze on me, thinking I’ve most probably lost the plot as I call my Papa. “Answer your fucking phone,” I scream.

I dial Mason next and he isn’t answering either. Where the fuck are they all? “We have to go, quick get dressed.” I throw Luca’s pants at him and dart around the room searching for my underwear.

Luca catches me in his arms as I’m about to trip over the bedding on the floor. “Maya.” He jerks me so I look at him. “What the fuck is going on?” His eyes bore into mine.

“The fucking note. I think they’ve got my dogs,” I choke on my words. “We have to go. Do you have a car here?” I jerk out of his arms and continue to get dressed in last night’s gown.

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