Page 66 of Depths of Hunger

I put the vibrator to the opening of her vagina and slowly push itin. “Don’t come until I tell you to. If you come before I let you, then I will not touch you for a week.”

Mia swears and moans as I turn up the vibrator. Then I put my cock at the edge of her butt hole. She said pussy so I get to fuck her in the ass. These little games drive her crazy and she loves it. I love her. I grab some lube from the drawer and cover my cock.

“Renzo,” she moans, “I’m going to come.”

I pull the dildo out. “No. You’re not.”

“You bastard,” she says but we both know she wants this.

I stick my cock into her puckered hole, advancing slowly, each of us enjoying the inch-by-inch intrusion. “How does that feel, baby girl? You like that?”

“I feel so full,” she moans.

I rub her clit, and after turning the vibrator on high, I push it into her opening. Her hips buck. “Renzo,” she snarls, “fuck me.”

I start to move. I can feel the vibration within her vagina and it’s bringing me to the edge. I start pumping, hard and fast, my fingers digging into her hips. Mia’s hips keep bucking. “Yes,” she moans.

“I’m fucking you, my little whore,” I tell her, and I slam into her again and again. I know I’m leaving bruises on her hips with my fierce grip.

“Renzo…”

“Don’t do it,” I tell her. She cries out in frustration, but I won’t let her come. I slam into her ass again and again letting the vibration drive me until I’m about to climax. “Come now, baby girl, come for me.”

She grits her teeth and then her hips buck violently as she climaxes and slumps over the desk. A moment later, I jet off inside her anus. I lay on her for a moment before righting myself and slapping her ass. “Good girl,” I say as I tuck myself back in my pants.

Mia straightens and starts to smooth out her skirt. “I have to go change,” she says. “But I want details when I get back.” She blows me a kiss and starts out of the room. Then she turns back toward me and rubs her breasts. “I want to ride you later,” she declares. “And I want to do it outside somewhere interesting. I want you to make me comewhere the whole world can see if they bother to look.” With that, she’s gone, and I’m left with a hard-on.

Ever since I poured my blood into her, she’s become voracious and I love it. I will have to think of a place that will turn her on. My little slut knows what I like and now I know what she likes. It’s a match made in hell. I smile.

Twenty minutes later, Mia sits demurely on the sofa, her posture composed, though I can see the lust still lingering in her eyes. Nico and Luca have arrived for the meeting, and I’m back behind my desk, all the sex toys tucked away, the remnants of our earlier encounter hidden.

“So, what are you going to tell everyone?” Luca asks, leaning back in his chair, his expression a mix of curiosity and wariness.

“The cops have put out a story that after losing his wife, Luigi lost his mind. They’re saying he shot up the Duomo with his men inside, driven by rage against God, and then set himself on fire.”

Nico snorts, shaking his head. “Thank Father for that quick thinking.”

“Yes,” I agree, nodding. “He spun the tale perfectly. But I’m going to tellla famigliathe truth.”

Luca raises an eyebrow, surprised. “The truth?”

“Some of it,” I clarify. “I’ll tell them the Albanians were making a play to kill all of us—me, Mia, our people, and the ‘Ndrangheta. It’s the same story I told Salvatore Palma. He was visibly shaken when he heard what happened. He seems satisfied, especially since several key members of the Albanian mafia haven’t been seen since that night. He’s agreed to work with us, and negotiations that I expected to drag on for months are almost finalized.”

“And the rest?” Luca asks, casting a cautious glance at Mia.

“The rest? They’ll have to deal with it.” I turn my gaze to Mia, pride mingling with defiance. “Mia will take over running Bologna after Rico’s death, and she’ll manage Luigi’s territory as well since they border each other. She’s smart, ambitious, and already has some brilliant ideas to fix the mess Rico left behind. They’ll fall in line.”

Nico smirks, a hint of admiration in his eyes. “So, you’ve got it all figured out.”

I frown, my thoughts shifting to the lingering threats. “Not quite. There’s still the issue of who created the poison potion. I know Father is working on it, but it has to be someone in the magickal realm. Those turned scum didn’t have the clout to get it made, and neither does Leon Miller.”

“I can’t believe that bastard is still alive,” Luca snarls, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

“I know. I want him dead too, but short of attacking Berlin and taking it by force, we’re stuck with him.”

“It’s not time for war,” Mia interjects, her voice calm but firm. “There are too many unknowns. Engaging before we’re on solid footing would be a grave mistake.”

Since the incident at the Duomo, Mia has become more and more like a vampire—sharper, more calculating. She’s not as strong as we are, nor are her senses as heightened, but she understands the world she’s been thrust into, and she’s proving to be a valuable asset. My brothers have supported her from the start, a loyalty that hasn’t gone unnoticed.

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