Page 6 of Mafia Princess

“The fuck are you wearing?” He stares at me with confusion.

I glare at him. “My nightie. What the fuck does it look like I’m wearing?”

“Okay, children. Settle down. Let’s go take our seats, E.” Summer pushes at Enzo’s chest to move him.

“E.” I snort.

“Fuck off, Capelli.” Enzo flips me the finger as the two love birds saunter inside.

Jealousy eats at me as I watch them retreat inside dressed like the King and Queen of the Mob world. Some people have it all. No need for arranged marriages in the Russo family.

I haul my sorry ass into the nearest banquet room and shut the door behind me with a vibrating thud. The darkened room is soothing but not quite enough to dissipate the burning rage within me. What I would do to light up a fucking Marlboro right now. I stomp over to the glass doors and jiggle the handle to open them and escape outside. Just my luck. They’re locked. I punch the glass from frustration and feel the crack of my knuckles.

The rage in me continues to slowly simmer, and the hatred I’m feeling towards my papa is unnerving. The old bastard has done exactly what he said he wouldn’t do. He promised me all those years ago he would keep me safe yet here he is throwing me to the wolves. I lean my forehead against the cool glass, delaying the inevitable. I’ll be back out in the dining room with the rest of the ass kissers in a few moments, succumbing to my ending and burning a few fucking bridges in the process.

I close my eyes and part my lips, feeling my breath fan across my cheeks. I drink in a few more moments of quiet before the mayhem of tonight begins when a hard body slams into my back making me smash my face against the glass door. I grit my teeth as the pain splinters into my skull, instant ringing vibrating through my ears. The sting is vomit-inducing thanks to the bruising and injuries from earlier today.

It all happens so fast and I don’t have time to process what is happening. It’s as though he materialized out of nowhere. My anger simmers and overflows at this point. No bastard is going to restrain me, and I reach around to get a hold of any part of him my fingers can get a grip of, but my wrist is caught and dragged above my head, held in place against the glass.

“Fuck off, you cunt,” I grunt in annoyance.

The prick secures me in place with his chiseled body pressing into mine as sheer rage burns through me.

I throw my head back as hard as I can with the little room I have to move and feel it connect with his jaw. A feral growl escapes his lips, the vibration thundering through his chest into my back. I take that as my cue to swing my leg back around to grapple his, but he swipes mine out from under me and I lose my footing. My weight is entirely held up by him.

“What do you want with me?” I thrash against him. His strong fingers grab a hold of my free arm and he slams it into the glass above my head, locking both my wrists in one hand.

I know deep in my gut that it’s now or never, and I need to get the fuck out of here before things turn ugly.

I freeze when I feel his free hand caress my thigh and slowly lift my Tupac t-shirt above my panties. Right about now is when I start regretting my stupid choice of outfit. Vomit starts to bubble in my throat as flashes of long-forgotten visions dance in my mind. I squeeze my eyes shut and take in a deep breath ready to smash my skull into his face when he gets close enough. I hold perfectly still, the adrenaline pumping through my veins, waiting for the exact moment to make the most impact. Waiting for him to be off guard.

I feel his breathing kick up a notch, the vile warmth whispering across my sensitized skin. My pulsating nausea circles me, throbbing in my head as I count down from ten waiting to strike. He leans into me, his rock-hard dick pressing into my ass and he chuckles.

The motherfucker has the nerve to laugh at me.

“Are you lost, baby girl?” His words send shivers up my spine.

“I’m going to kill you,” I seethe.

“Spread for me, baby.” His velvet-soft voice caresses me in the only way he can.

I obey and spread my legs for him, willingly. I feel his warm lips brush against my neck, and I arch into him seeking connection. Needing him to make me forget all about tonight. I feel his hand snake its way along my panties until his fingers rest against my opening.

A small groan escapes me, and I push myself into his hand.

“Beg me for more,” he breathes against my neck.

“More,” I nearly growl.

His hand moves away from me until I feel him undoing his belt and zipper. “Keep your hands above your head,” he orders.

I do as I’m told, the excitement slowly building in me and the need for release burning a hole in my resolve. The fact that anyone could walk past the glass door and see me pressed against it makes me want this even more.

He steps away from me and roughly yanks my panties down my legs making me step out of them and spread my thighs once more. “Keep your hands above your head, princess,” he rasps as his fingers find my opening and he slides three in. “Already wet and waiting,” He chuckles into my neck as his dick presses against my ass.

“Always for you.” I lean my forehead against the glass and close my eyes as his fingers work their magic on my clit.

He slides his fingers expertly in and out of me a few times until they’re wet from my arousal and once again, they disappear from my clit. He runs his slick fingers against my ass and presses against me, circling and massaging. “Relax and breathe with me.” He places a kiss on the back of my neck as he slips one finger in me, stretching me.

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