Page 44 of Mafia Princess

My opponent, with Luca beside him, walks toward me. The anger I thought I’d see from Luca is nowhere to be found. He almost looks smug as he nears me.

“Fucking awesome fight while it lasted.” The guy winks at me as he passes and climbs out of the cage.

“Not bad yourself.” I grin, happy he’s not getting punished for fighting me.

Luca stands in front of me, his face all shades of annoyance and pride. “A little feisty, don’t you think?”

“I was only getting started.” I cock an eyebrow.

“Well, you just landed us a new recruit without having to get his face pummelled in by a girl.” Luca crosses his arms over his chest, ignoring the constant booing of the crowd.

“I hardly fight like a girl.” I step into him and the crowd roars, the noise circling the area like a swarm of wasps.

“Is that so, baby girl?” Luca’s mouth twitches with a smirk.

“Mm-hmm,’ I hum as I swing my leg out to curl around his and try to drop him on his ass. He’s too quick and manages to wrap his arm around my neck in a headlock. The roar from the cheering crowd is deafening, their excitement is fervent as they start to clap in time with my heartbeat.

“Tap out, babycakes.” He squeezes my neck with his huge bicep.

“Never,” I laugh in response and jab him in the ribs.

He swings my legs out from under me and gently lowers me to the floor, giving me a quick peck on the lips before he bounds back up and away from me, his mischievous grin making me laugh harder.

I hold my glove up in defeat and Luca grabs my arm and hauls me to my feet. We both bow and the crowd goes wild, their feet and hands pounding on anything they can connect with. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he leads me out of the cage into the backroom where the other fighters are.

Taking my gloves off and unwrapping my hands, I eye the fighters that are left to go into the cage, their faces wear looks of determination.

“I didn’t realize your family is so popular to get into.” I jab Luca in the ribs to get his attention.

“We’re the best.” He grips my hips and yanks me into him, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Mmm, tangy blood flavor.” He bites my lip hard enough to draw more blood.

A surge of need and want rushes through me and he senses it too. As though reading my thoughts, he grabs my hand and drags me after him outside into the cool night air. He slams my back against the wall, his grip urgent and wanting.

“I’m not going to make it back to the car, I fucking need to be inside you right now,” he growls into my mouth while his hands grip my upper thighs, lifting me so I’m straddling his hips.

I don’t object. I don’t have to say a word, he knows I need this as bad as he does. Fighting and killing elicit dark desires in me that I can’t ignore. I feel him unzip his jeans and he yanks my booty shorts aside and in one rough thrust, he’s filled me.

“Holy fuck.” I grit my teeth as he starts to move in and out, the grinding against my clit making me clench around him. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold his gaze to mine as he works his cock inside me

“You keep looking at me like this and I’ll blow my load in five seconds flat.” He slows his pace to even and deep thrusts, angling his hips to just the right position to hit my clit.

His movements are unrelenting, their ruthless rhythm bringing me closer to the edge. I whimper as he pushes into me and my head falls back against the cold wall.

“I’m about to come,” I groan into the cold night air and I hear him chuckle.

“Milk my cock, baby girl,” he kisses the side of my neck and I feel him bite the apex, the sharp sting drawing blood.

“Fuck,” I growl as my orgasm builds through me, low and deep at first, making my arms and legs tingle, until it rips through my center and I shudder against him. Grinding and squeezing him closer with my legs, trying to get as much release as I can.

I feel him licking the blood as his pace picks up and he tenses, spilling into me, suckling the bite on my neck. “You taste so fucking good.” He slows his movements and rests his forehead against mine. His breaths fanning across my face as he catches his breath.

“That better not scar.” I untangle myself from around him, standing against the wall for support. Adjusting my shorts, I can feel his come leaking into them and know I’m going to have to find a toilet inside.

“I hope it does.” His eyes burn with desire as he fixes himself back in his jeans.

I can see the double meaning in his features and as much as I attempt to ignore it, with all these feelings circulating between us, I know one of us is going to break soon and admit how we really feel.

“You’re so fucking stubborn.” I push at his chest, annoyed that neither of us can tell the other how strongly we feel.

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