Page 25 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

She gave me a questioning look to which I replied with a smile before she picked up her purse and headed inside.

I waited till she was inside, the smile on my face fading into a cold, murderous look. I pressed the intercom on the side of the backseat, lowering the tinted partition. “Tomorrow, you and Cannan take the chopper to Enzo’s and fetch me that rat. Lock him in the warehouse. Make sure he stays conscious. I want to be the last thing he sees when life leaves him.

“Yes, Don.”

I’ve had the news in my mind since Enzo’s call came in, and I didn’t want to deal with it in Arielle’s presence. She had a slight idea what this was about, and I didn’t want her having flashbacks from the last time. I followed the sound of running water to my bathroom, finding a very naked and soapy Arielle standing under the shower. I leaned by the doorway, my cock hardening as I watched the water run down her curves in a manner only my fingers should. I would never get used to seeing her naked.

The sharp curve of her spine, the deep dimples on her lower back, and the soft swell of her ass. She was twice as beautiful as the artworks she admired. Deciding I’d seen enough, I tugged at my tie, roughly discarding the piece of cloth on the bathroom floor. My jacket followed shortly, and then my shirt till I was naked. I pulled her into me from behind, loving the way she melted right into me. “Hey.” I trailed kisses from the back of her neck to her jawline, pressing my erection into her ass.

“Hello, big guy.” She chuckled, pressing her ass deeper into me, drawing a low growl from me.

“You’ve been teasing me all night with that little dress of yours, princess,” I murmured into her ears, nibbling the soft skin.

My hands sank into the soft flesh of her boobs, and she threw her head on my shoulders, letting out a low moan as I rolled her taut nipples between my fingers. So responsive, all mine.

“I know. I wore it for you.” She drawled out, and I spun her around, capturing her lips in a hot, searing kiss.

Pleasure clouded my senses as I devoured the sweet taste of her. I would never get enough of her. She was worse than any addiction a man could ever think of—the kind you never want to be freed from. My hands dug into the soft, round mold of flesh on her back, pulling her impossibly closer to me. The only thing that could fit between us was the water pouring down from the shower.

She took charge of the kiss, her lips leaving a trail of kisses from my neck to my shoulder. Red hot waves shot through my spine when I felt her teeth sink deep into my deltoid, and my hold on her tightened. She didn’t stop there. She followed the map of mybody till she sank onto her knees, soft blue eyes peering at me beneath her lashes.

“Don’t worry,” she said, picking on the question lurking behind my eyes. “I brushed my teeth.”

I felt myself relax. As much as I wanted her lips wrapped around me, she also swallowed two plates of spicy chicken soup minutes ago. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my cock, her thumb spreading the precum that collected at my tip.

“So big—so beautiful,” she murmured, watching as the skin pulled forward and back with every stroke of her hands.

My balls tightened with anticipation, and I almost lost my footing when her lips finally wrapped around me, taking me deep into her throat in one go.

CHAPTER 11

Arielle

This was not the first time I was giving Mikhail a blowjob, but I could never get over how big he was. My eyes burned as I struggled to completely fit him into my mouth. I could feel his head stretching my throat, preventing any form of air from going in. But it was the way he groaned and pulled at my hair that kept me going. The knowledge of the fact that I was giving him pleasure dulled every discomfort.

He looked like a god from my view, the water from the shower pouring on his skin and dripping on me, and I was certain I looked like a devoted servant on my knees.

“That’s it, baby. Keep going. Suck this dick like a good girl.” He moaned, gripping my hair tighter and thrusting into my mouth. I lived for his subtle words of praise and how he didn’t treat me like a porcelain doll. How he awakened suppressed primal needs in me and how he completely satisfied them.

“Urrgggh—mmhgh,” unintelligible sounds left my throat as he kept thrusting into my mouth, clouding my taste buds with his salty, musky taste. I have never been so turned on from blowing a guy. My nipples were taut, and so much moisture had built up between my thighs that I could feel it dripping from me.

My hands sneaked between my thighs, frantically stroking my clit in an attempt to release the pressure building in my pelvis.

“You don’t touch yourself unless I say so, princess,” Mikhail warned, glaring at my hand. “Only I get to make you cum. Only I get to taste you.”

I whimpered in protest but withdrew my hand, reaching up to cup his balls and squeeze lightly as I took him deeper into my mouth.

“Fuck!” His response was followed by irregular thrusts and vibrations, and my taste buds exploded with the salty taste of his cum filling my mouth. I struggled to swallow every drop, but some escaped following his irregular thrusts and rolled down my chin. His movements finally came to a stop, and I looked up to find him watching me through heavy lids.

“Get up.” He ordered, and I was on my feet before my head could register the command.

“Pace your hands on the wall. Don’t look at me.”

Anticipation and suspense coiled up in my stomach as I held the wall, turning my back to him. The feeling of not knowing what he was doing behind me heightened my senses as I strained my ears for a sound.

“So beautiful,” his voice came out low and husky. “Arc your hips for me baby. Let me see your pussy.”

My body moved on its own accord, gripping the walls tightly as I arched my back flashing him an eye full of my pussy. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t have to. I could feel his eyes on me, and my skin burned everywhere his eyes touched. The heat movedfrom my back and finally settled on my pussy, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

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