Page 7 of Mafia Princess

I bite my lower lip in anticipation, the raw need nearly overwhelming me.

“Ready?” He slides out his fingers and presses the tip of his cock against my ass.

“Mmmm,” I manage to reply.

His strong fingers dig into my hips and angle my ass, so he has easier access and in one thrust he’s filled me.

“Oh my god,” I yelp, but I’m held against him, unable to move.

“Breathe, babycakes,” he eases in and out slowly, continuing to stretch me to accommodate his hard cock.

My hands try to grip the glass as his movements pick up and my face gets wedged against the cold smooth surface. The makeup I applied to hide my bruising is no doubt painted onto the glass by now, but I don’t care. I’ll worry about what the fuck I will look like afterward.

“Are you okay?” he whispers against my ear as his fingers dig into my hips to hold me still.

“Just make me come.” I moan against the glass, fogging it up.

“Not now. I’m just giving you a taste of what awaits you.” His hand grips my jaw, and he twists my face so I look at him over my shoulder.

“Fuck, Luca,” I groan as he slips out of me.

“Babycakes.” He spins me on the spot, so I’m facing him.

His black eyes churn with the same desires as mine. He looks picture-perfect, not a hair out of place, whereas I must look like the local rat-catching street cat.

“Don’t call me that. You know how much I hate it.” I glare at him, but the anger is only from feeling frustrated.

“Snookums, you’re so cute when you’re pouty,” he chuckles and brushes his lips against mine.

“Grrrr.” I bite his lip and draw blood. The saltiness making my mouth water and stirring needs beyond what I can get satiated here in the open.

“Patience, my little vampire.” Luca pulls back and sucks in his bleeding lip as he zips up his pants, his bulge still visible.

The fact that this man is happy to take me as I am and not judge me makes me want him all that much more. I never let myself get attached to anyone and I know not to allow my girly feelings to get a hold of me. I’ve learned that loss of any kind can ruin you, render you emotionless, and lock up your little heart inside an impenetrable vault to ensure it never gets shattered again.

“How does my makeup look?” I snap out of my thoughts.

“You look fucking stunning.” Luca reaches for my face and gently runs his thumb over my slightly swollen cheekbone.

“You’re the worst liar.”

With his eyes hooded, he catches my hair between his thumb and forefinger. “I don’t lie, Maya. Ever.”

“Can I have my underwear back?” I hold out my hand.

“No fucking way.” He steps back and chucks me under the chin.

“Luca,” I warn.

“Sweetcheeks, you can come and collect them after this stupid charade is over.” He grabs his hard dick to rearrange it in his pants.

“I’m not walking around in there sans panties. Now give them back or I will fight you for them.” I grin at him.

“Tsk, tsk.” He shakes his head at me.

“Luca, seriously. This t-shirt is too short to be near that beast without my underwear.”

His gaze turns lethal, and I can hear the rumble of his voice deep within his chest. “If that fucker lays one hand on you, I will personally cut off his dick and shove it down his mother’s throat.” The acid in his voice could corrode the sincerity in his statement.

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