Page 54 of Mafia Princess

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” He stops mid-thrust and pulls out, leaving me a panting, dripping mess.

My eyes focus on the blood drips decorating the sheets, their intricate patterns mesmerizing, taking my mind momentarily away from the pleasure and pain coursing through my body. My breathing heaves in my chest, and I need to punch something from my frustrations. His face would be a perfect point of contact for my fist, right about now.

“I hate you, you fucking bastard,” I hiss.

“I’ve been called worse, Principessa. Besides, nothing compares to a good hate fuck.” He unclasps my restraint and I hit the mattress, my face getting the full brunt of my fall.

I bite into the sheets, my anger getting the better of me. For a split second, I contemplate breaking, and telling him the reason for my list and why his men are on it. My mind is almost shattered and I‘m at the point of no return, tortured, battered, and brought to the brink of exhaustion. I’m not sure how much more my body can take. But before I can open my mouth, he flips me on my back and cuts the ropes constraining my legs. They fall apart, quivering uncontrollably, numb from the ropes. My arms are still bound and restrained under my back.

I close my eyes for a split second when I feel him insert the fucking clit sucker back into me. I don’t even have the strength to kick at him, I just lay there, and take it as it sucks my clit almost into oblivion.

I’m at his complete fucking mercy, and I hate it and love it, all rolled into one. I have never been this tortured and turned on at the same time, and to be honest, I’d fucking do it all again.

“You going to spill your little secrets, Principessa?” His voice washes over me, heightening my pleasure.

It’s as though he is all there is right now. He’s in control of my mind, body, and soul and I can’t do a fucking damned thing about it.

“Nope,” I manage to say and give him a wicked smirk as my body starts to fall, seeking release. My eyes roll into the back of my head and sweet darkness is where I’m suspended at this point. The feeling of being underwater wraps around me and carries me into a buoyant cloud of ecstasy.

He switches the clit monster off and the sudden loss of sensation makes my body heave in mind-numbing pain.

“Are you going to tell me yet?” His breath fans across my breasts, sending tingles through to the tips of my fingers and toes.

My whole body is buzzing with unspent pleasure. “No fucking way.” I open my eyes and they collide with his cold dark stare. His raw power and dark sensuality lick at the flames of anger burning within me.

He tilts his head, and I swear there’s a flash of…warning? “Your funeral,” his wicked mouth turns up at the corner, dazzling me with an evil smirk.

At this point, I have no apprehensions of what is to come and I meet his evil smirk with a cold hard glare, inviting him to give me his best shot. He kneels between my legs and removes the torture device from my clit, the light touch of his hand almost sending me over the brink of no return. Reaching over my head, he grabs a pillow, and lifting my ass with his other hand, he slides the pillow under so my hips are propped up.

Swallowing my sudden irrational need to be consumed by him, I watch his muscles ripple as he leans over me, his hard cock at my entrance.

“I’ll fuck you until you pass out, Principessa. I’ve given up on you spilling your secrets,” he whispers into my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin.

I can’t feel my arms anymore and my legs are like jelly, laying limp, spread apart for him. Without warning, he slams his huge cock into me and I cry out in pain as the barbell hits my insides, feelings of ripping apart come to mind. His relentless punishing thrusts are endless. His hand grips my throat to hold me anchor, tightening around my airway as he gets closer to pouring into me.

My whimpers are embarrassing enough, but the noise of my wetness hits the silence in the room like an unwelcome visitor. I bite down on my bottom lip as the ring piercing at the base of his cock hits my clit over and over again, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I find the strength in my legs and squeeze my thighs into him

The room around me starts to blur and fade as his hand around my throat tightens. My pleasure spikes, ripping through me in violent convulsions. I’m unable to control my body movements as my orgasm crashes through all my walls and barriers. The release I’ve been teased with, shreds through me savagely.

“Let go, Principessa.” His words fade to nothing as I freefall into darkness.

NINETEEN

Maya

I wake to the soft sound of bird chatter, disorientated from my surroundings, my eyes focusing on the large bay windows that frame the view of lush green gardens. Sitting up, I feel the instant ache in my muscles, remembering last night’s events.

“Motherfucker,” I say to no one in the empty room as I take in the patchwork of dressings over my nipples and under my tattoo on my ribs. I finger the soft white dressings, their presence sends a foreign feeling to my gut, and the sudden urge to leave his place has me scrambling out of the bed.

I gather my clothes, which he neatly folded and piled on the black armchair in the corner of his room, and throw them on as fast as my aching body allows me. Spotting the doorway to his walk-in, I swallow my nerves and decide a little snoop never heart anyone. I walk in slowly, carefully, afraid he has some contraption set up to catch thieves and snoops. When nothing comes flying at my face, I head in deeper.

This dude has OCD to epic proportions. All his suits and shirts are color-coordinated, and his shoes are all in plastic containers and labeled. I walk past the cube storage filled with jeans and jumpers and find myself at a set of narrow drawers.

I glance around quickly, ensuring he hasn’t snuck up on me, watching me be a creep. I pull the top drawer out, it’s lined with black velvet, and fifteen Rolex watches sit proudly and evenly spaced apart. My eyes are drawn to one in particular, a gold chunky one, with diamonds decorating it. I run my shaking finger over it, feeling the sharp edges where the diamonds are set. An unwanted nauseating feeling gnaws at me, a feeling I can’t place. I turn on my heels and get the hell out of there. I flee through his room and out into the hall, looking up and down, wondering which way is out.

“Hello,” I call out but there’s no reply. Where the fuck is he? I hurry toward the kitchen area and notice a door at the far end, and I remember it leads to the garage. Bingo. “Milan,” I call out again but hear nothing.

I push through the door and step into his well-stocked garage. My eyes scan the cars available and zone in on one. The only one made in the entire fucking world, and here it sits in Milan’s garage. The Bugatti La Voiture Noire supercar. I rub my palms together as I snake my way through all his other toys.

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