Page 21 of Vengeful Mafia Prince

And then, he pulls back. I moan loudly, almost forgetting that we're above the city right now. I'm sure someone could see us from the street in this moment, if they were looking, could see him between my legs.

I stare down at him with pleading eyes, begging him for more.

"Turn around," he orders as he wipes his hand across his lips. I can see the glisten of my wetness against it, a reminder of the pleasure he has just so cruelly denied me.

"I..."

"Turn around," he tells me again. This time, he leans in and kisses me hard, giving me a little incentive. As his tongue slides into my mouth, I can taste myself all over him, and I want nothing more than to just let myself get lost to him.

But then, I do as I'm told, my dress still hiked up over my ass to expose me. I can hardly believe I'm doing this.

He tugs my panties down just far enough to expose my soaking pussy, and finally, I feel his cock pressing against my entrance. I'm bent over the wide railing, my body utterly exposed to him, and he knows just how easily he's been able to wind me around his little finger.

He slides into me deep, and I groan, scrabbling at the railing for some kind of purchase. He sinks his fingers into my hips, pulling me back onto him roughly.

"You know, I think I remember you liked getting spanked," he remarks, rubbing his hand across my ass cheek. "Or was that just part of the act, too? Let's see..."

He draws a hand back and lands a sharp spank on my cheek. I cry out, but I can't help but push back against him at the same time. There's something about the way he brings pain and pleasure together that makes me feel a way I've never felt, and I can't resist it.

"Hmm, that's what I thought," he remarks, leaning in close to me as he drives himself even deeper. I gasp as he gropes at my ass where he just spanked it, like he's making sure I know I'm his property, through and through.

He draws back, holding himself there for a moment, and then drives himself back into me. I can feel the orgasm growing again, reaching that helpless point of no return, and all I want is to go over it right now.

Spanking me again, a little harder this time, he begins to pick up the pace. I can't stop myself. I don't want to risk him pulling back and denying me right at the threshold as he didbefore. I slip my hand between my legs and massage my clit, and he lets out a low groan against my ear.

"Fuck, do you have any idea how hot you look doing that, Elena?" he murmurs, my name still a spell on his lips. "Getting yourself off while I'm fucking you, right here on the balcony?"

I whimper again. I'm so, so, so close...

When the orgasm hits me, it's so intense that it damn near takes me off my feet. The corners of my vision blur helplessly as the pleasure gets the better of me, the shock of it pulsing through every inch of my body. I move my finger even quicker, pushing back against him, taking as much of him as I can.

He thrusts into me deep as I come, and I feel him twitch inside of me the moment before he goes over the edge. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me onto him, tugging me close, his face pressed against the back of my neck so I can feel him panting as he comes.

And as he holds me there, I don't want this moment to be over. I don't want to have to go back to the real world, where we're going to have to face up to everything that has happened, everything that we've done, every lie that he's told me.

But I do.

Slowly, he pulls back, seemingly aware of it the same way I am. I don't even want to turn to face him, it feels too dangerous.

But finally, I do. The pleasure is beginning to dissipate now, leaving room for nothing more than the anger and betrayal.

"I... I should go," I blurt out. I hate myself for giving in to him so easily, but truly, what choice did I have? I can tell myselfit's the last time something like this is going to happen, but I sure as hell don't believe it.

"You don't have to," he tells me, his hand sliding to mine. For a moment, I glance down at our fingers interlocked like that, and I think twice about it. I wonder, maybe, if I can find some way to remain by his side.

But I pull it loose and shake my head.

"No," I reiterate. "I— I'm going, Giovanni. Goodbye."

And, with that, mustering up the last of the strength in my body, I make my way to the exit, trying to ignore the painful streak of tears in my eyes and the lump in my throat that warns me I'm making the wrong choice.

Chapter Twelve—Giovanni

"I can't believe you've been so fucking stupid."

Marcus spits the words at me, and I bite back the urge to shoot him down. I'm not used to being spoken to like this, not by anyone, not even my family. But I know damn well that I've screwed up here, maybe beyond the point I can return from.

It's been three days since Elena found out the truth about me—or, at least, who I really am. I've called in sick from work to avoid her and to avoid the payback for what's going to come my way now they know who I really am and what I'm really planning.

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