Page 169 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“...after I marry Rosetta Vitale. Otello’s daughter.”

My heart slammed against my chest, and my skin heated. I couldn’t believe he pursued me, knowing he was promised to another woman. My emotions were all over the place. I wasn’t stupid. He was asking me to be his fucking mistress. I protested, telling him we couldn’t go down this road.

He planted kisses along my neck. “I need you, Melanie.”

“I don’t need you,” I muttered, as my legs fell open for him.

He yanked my panties off and pushed my dress up. My core was on fire. I was burning with need.

Luciano kneeled before me and his hungry lustful eyes stared at my center.

“There’s not a fucking chance I’ll let you go after this.”

He circled his lips against my wet pussy. My nerve endings came to life. His touch was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. One swipe of his slick tongue and I was hooked. At that moment, I didn’t give a fuck about Rosetta. All I cared about was getting that orgasm. His masterful tongue sent shivers up my spine. I came so hard. I was hooked.

The second time he made me come, I was ready for his cock. Yeah, yeah, I knew what I was doing was foolish, getting mixed up with a mobster who was set to marry another woman. I was blinded by the way he made me feel. Adored. Cherished. Loved.

I brought a hunger out of Luciano that was almost indescribable. I saw it in his eyes.

Once we entered his condo, Luciano inhaled my lips.

He said a lot of crazy shit. We shed our clothes and stood in the middle of his living room, naked.

“I love you, Melanie. You’re the only woman I want. I’ll never be sated. I can say that and I haven’t fucked you yet.”

He gripped my face, staring into my eyes. He spoke in Italian for like three minutes. I didn’t know what the hell he said.

Luciano laid another intoxicating kiss on me before scooping me up into his arms and carrying me to his bed.

My heart raced in my chest. He was scaring me.

“Bello ti amo,” he said in Italian.

He kissed every inch of my body. His long, thick hard cock brushed along my spine. I was dripping wet for this man.

“Your dark brown skin is so soft and beautiful.”

He flipped me over and planted a bruising kiss on my lips.

I broke our kiss and caressed his face. “Luciano, everything’s all right. It’s just me and you.”

His breathing slowed. I had to calm the beast because he was losing his shit.

It was clear I was his obsession. I couldn’t understand why. But I was.

He hooked my leg over his arm as he sucked my small globe into his mouth. Luciano plunged his huge cock inside my tight hole.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“I’ve got you, baby.” His face twitched as he stilled, stretching my insides.

He rocked his cock back and forth inside of me. Then the pain subsided. It turned into this lush ache I chased every time he pushed deep inside of me.

“Luciano, God. Your dick is amazing,” I cried.

And just like that I became addicted to his cock. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him, too. I just wasn’t quick to tell him.

After that night, my life changed. I had around the clock protection. Luciano bought me a beautiful house in the suburbs. We fucked all over our new house. Luciano never used a condom, and I wasn’t on the pill. It was only a matter of time before I became pregnant.

I had everything I ever desired in days. But the one thing I desired most was mine for a limited time. Once he married her, how would my relationship with Luciano work? I kept reminding myself he said it was a business transaction.

In my heart, I knew he was mine. She could never have him.

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