Page 122 of Heartless Mafia Prince

Kneeling before her, I stared into those lustful, green eyes. I peeled back her folds with my thumbs and came face to face with her hungry clit. It glistened before my eyes. Begged for my tongue to abuse it. Sucking it into my mouth, I savored her sweet taste. I wrapped my arm around her waist and inhaled her scent. She smelled like rose buds.

“Rocco,” she moaned, sliding her fingers through my silky, long black hair as she shoved her pussy into my mouth. I slicked my tongue down her wet folds, straight into her tight hole. Her body fell against the mirror as she pulled me with her. I threw one of her legs over my shoulders, giving me better access. I circled my tongue inside of her.

“Rocco, Rocco, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m coming.”

Ryah needed to quiet down before we got caught. I gripped her thigh as I pushed my tongue into her again. I felt her walls squeeze my tongue as she came.

A heavy fist slammed against the door.

My heart pounded in my chest.

“Ryah! Ryah! Are you in there with him?”

Quietly, I pressed my index finger against my wet lips. I had her where I wanted her. On the edge of insanity. She stared at me through hooded eyes. I stood and yanked her panties out of my pocket. I slipped them up her legs and over her ass. Her flushed face and disheveled hair would tell him what we were up to.

“I’ll break this door down if it’s not open in five seconds.”

Ryah slipped off the counter on wobbly legs.

I opened the door and Luciano’s sinister gaze came into view. “What the fuck are you doing in here with my daughter?”

I whipped the back of my hand across my wet mouth, removing her cum from my lips.

Luciano grabbed the front of my t-shirt and slammed me against the glass shower door. I heard the glass crack. A wave of pain shot through my back. Instead of giving into the pain. A wicked smile filled my face.

“You, cocky bastard,” he growled, nostrils flaring.

Ryah placed her palms on her dad’s chest. “Please Dad, don’t hurt him. He’s here for me. I told you I needed him. He’s the only reason I’m on this weird trip. In the middle of your love triangle.”

Chest heaving, he stared between Ryah and me.

Reluctantly, he released my shirt. “You’re begging me to kill you. Stop pushing me, Rocco.”

“Dad, he’s, my boyfriend.” She tilted her head. “Tell me you haven’t done things under your parents' roof they didn’t approve of.”

He waved his finger in her face. “Don’t test me again, Ryah.” Luciano stalked out of the bathroom.

She turned to me. “Stop pissing him off.”

“I’m not afraid of your father.”

Worry fell over her face. “Rocco, I know.” She wrapped her arms around my waist. “I don’t want to lose you.”

I swept a hand along her hair and sighed. “Ok, Ryah.”

Yeah, I probably should’ve waited to satisfy my needs, instead of testing her dad, the crazy mafia boss. If he killed me, two families would be divided and there would be war.

In one year, Rocco, you’ll have Ryah all to yourself.

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