Page 31 of The Mafia's Seamstress

“Um. The thing is Dante…” I began to say but his smirk made me pause. His hand slowly trailed down my face towards my neck.

“What makes you think he would be upset?” he asked. I bit my lip. From the brief conversations I’ve had with both of them in the room, a part of me secretly thought that something like this could be a possibility. But I didn’t want to assume. They were cousins after all and the last thing I wanted was two men fighting over me. Especially men with the ability to kill.

“Aren’t mafia men possessive?” I asked. Luca shifted me onto his lap and my eyes fluttered briefly closed. He felt good under me too. Where Dante was shorter and more broad, Luca was long and lean. His hands slipped under my shirt, resting at my hips. He trailed his nose across my cheek before taking a nip at my earlobe. I bit back a gasp.

“Mhmm but some of us like to share,” he said. I swallowed a moan as his fingers teased the hemline of my leggings.

“Are you sure he wouldn’t mind if I have a taste of you?” I asked, pulling back. My heart hammered in my chest. I had never been in this kind of predicament. Hell I hadn’t been on a date let alone slept with a guy for two years and now I had two men at my feet.

“I’ll give you more than a taste,” he said with a grin. Luca shifted and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled through it before handing me his phone. It was a text exchange from today when we were cleaning up the office together.

Daddy Don Dante

After Lucia goes back to her apartment I need you to stay with her while I assemble a meeting

Oooo you’re going to let me be alone with her in her apartment. Aren’t you a sweetie?

Don’t roll your eyes at me.

I’m rolling them because you’re an idiot who calls me sweetie. Just make sure she’s okay.

I might kiss her if you leave us alone

You kiss her if she says yes to that dipshit. We may be criminals but we ask for consent

Oooo Daddy Don talking about consent gets me hard

Shut the fuck up and take care of our woman.

Our woman.

Our.

I stared into Luca’s blue eyes. They talked about me. They talked about having me, sharing me. My panties grew wet and I began to rock myself on Luca. I dropped the phone and he took the hint, cradling my head. I leaned forward and before our lips could touch Luca pulled me away.

“No, no gattina. Daddy Don said I needed consent. So be a good girl and give me what I want,” he said. My hands dug into his chest. Fuck. I did not expect that from Luca. With Dante, yes.

Well, after my night with Dante it was easy to understand that while to the outside world he was the boss, behind closed doors I had the reins.

Luca gripped my hips, lifting me up before roughly pulling me down against his erection. I cried out, my head falling back. With his hand still on my neck, he brought me forward and dug his teeth into the bruise Dante had left.

“Gattina,” he said with a singsong voice. He shoved my body flushed against his and cocked his head waiting. “Just because Dante is patient doesn’t mean I am. Do not think we are the same,” he said with a wicked grin. Fuck it.

“Kiss m-,” the words were barely out of my mouth when he crushed his lips against mine. Luca was right. He was nothing like Dante.

With Dante I had one hand on the wheel but with Luca I wasn’t in charge. He bit into my bottom lip so hard that I gasped. He took the opportunity to coax my tongue out. His hands wandered down, roughly touching me. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and my body lit up. I threw my hands into his hair, tugging. We were nothing but tongues and teeth, fighting for control.

I rocked faster against him, needing to come. His mouth made its way to the back of my neck, biting and licking next to the bruises that Dante had left. He was leaving his marks next to Dante. I slipped my hands under his dress shirt, creating half-moons into his shoulders with my nails.

A phone beeped and Luca pulled away from me to check. I bit back a snarky remark when I noticed Luca’s reaction. He tossed his phone to the coffee table.

A calloused hand roughly grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Listen to me. We have to leave in about ten minutes so I’m going to fuck you hard and fast,” he said, his voice dripping with lust. I swallowed hard. This man.

He gripped the back of my thighs and stood up. I wrapped my legs around him quickly. He walked over to my kitchen counter, his erection rubbing over me. I moaned loudly.

Once I was spread out on the counter, Luca tugged down my leggings and underwear. I heard the faint unbuckling of a belt. Luca’s pants and briefs were hanging low enough to let his cock out. My mouth hung open, hungry and a little nervous. Luca didn’t have the same girth as Dante but he was longer. My core clenched emptiness, needing to be filled. Before I could reach for him his hand smacked my aching pussy. I moaned again.

“I’m going to fuck this pussy, Lucia,” Luca promised as he ripped open a condom. I pulled my shirt up, exposing my breasts as he sheathed himself. “Hold the counter,” he demanded. The second my hands had touched the counter’s edge behind me Luca thrusted into me in one motion. My shrieks quickly turned into moans with every rock of Luca’s glorious cock. I hitched my legs higher up on his waist, locking my ankles.

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