Page 17 of Claimed By The Mafia Prince

“I know,” she whispers. “And I will love you for it and through it.” My chest tightens, and I turn her around, flush against me. My hard cock poking into her ass.

“Don’t I have to clean you now?” I whisper against her hair.

She nods slowly, and a devious grin spreads across my face. My hands cup her breast from behind. Melissa gasps, her body tensing as I pinch her hard nipples between my fingertips.

“Xander, that’s not cleaning,” she moans, leaning back against my shoulder.

“Are you telling me how to clean my woman?” Her body trembles against me as I continue to knead her soft breasts. She presses back against me, her ass grinding against my growing erection.

“No, but?—”

“Shhh, I just want to hear you moan, Mel. Can you do that for me?” I slide one hand down her stomach, my fingers tracing down to the apex of her thighs.

“Yes.” Melissa obeys, spreading her legs wider, giving me access to her center.

I groan into her ear, “Fuck baby, you're soaked.” My finger slid easily into her pussy as if she couldn’t wait for me to be inside her. “You can take more, can’t you, Sole?”

She nods, leaning deeper into me as I add a second finger and cup both of her breasts in my opposite hand. I fuck Mel, pressing my thumb into her clit, and she mewls as I keep her pressed against me.

“Xander—Oh god, Xander,” she gasps, her body trembling as I work her, her pussy clenching around my fingers as I increase the pressure. She grinds against my palm, forcing herself closer.

“Good girl, make yourself come on my fingers, Sole.” I roll her right nipple between my fingertips, and her pussy clumps around my fingers.

I fuck her harder, faster, and add a third finger that makes Mel’s knees shake. “Xander, I?—”

“Come for me, Melissa,” I growl through my grit, feeling her walls tighten around me. “Come for me now.”

Her body shudders at my command. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as I continued to fuck her through her orgasm.

I hold Melissa against my chest, allowing her to catch her breath. “Now, where’s the sponge so I can clean my dirty girl?”

We leave the shower, and I idly sit on a towel on the edge of Melissa’s bed, staring at my bloody clothes. She comes out of the bathroom in a satin short set and a towel wrapped around her head.

“Xander?”

“Hmm?” I respond, not moving my eyes off the clothes.

“Stay the night.”

“What?” I look at her, concern drilling wrinkles into her forehead.

“I’ll steal some clothes from Daniel, but I want you here tonight.” I look at her the way she nervously chews her bottom lip. Her eyes glass over, and she stares at me as if I’ll shatter. “Please?”

It’s the way she whispers please as if I can break her by saying no. Against all better judgment, I agree. “Of course, Sole.”

8

MELISSA

It’s the thud that wakes me up, followed by the grunt that leaves Xander’s unsuspecting body. My ears feel like they’re ringing as I jump out of my sleep. Xander is laying on the ground shirtless in black sweats I stole from Daniel last night, and Daniel is on top of him wearing gray slacks and a white button-up.

Daniel is throwing blow, after blow without reprieve. “My fucking little sister, Xander!”

His voice is raw, and Xander tries to shield himself, raising his arms to block the onslaught of punches to his face.

“Daniel!” I scream, my voice cracking as I scramble out of bed, almost falling as I wrap the sheet around my body. I watch the strain on Xander’s face, the way his muscles tense under each swift blow.

“Stop it! Get off of him.” I fall to my knees, but Daniel either doesn’t hear me over the sound of fists meeting flesh, or he doesn’t care. I launch myself on Daniel’s back pulling him off of Xander with all my strength. When Daniel looks back at me his eyes are crazed, and I jerk away from him in fear. The security guards burst into my room with an alarmed look on their faces.

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