Page 162 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“Come home with me.”

“No, I can’t get used to you pleasing me every day, then one day you just up and leave.”

“Melanie, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Luciano.”

My tongue wrapped around her clit, and she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Fuck, yes.”

I was so fucking gone for her taste. I’d happily eat her pussy anytime, anywhere.

She came three times as I tongue fucked her tight hole.

Melanie was in heaven, and so was I.

I stood. “Melanie, you’re coming home with me.”

It wasn’t up for discussion.

She was so hungry for her next orgasm fix; Melanie eagerly rode my cock. I took her virginity like a savage. She caught on quickly throwing her pussy onto my dick.

Gripping her hair, I stood on my knees and slammed my cock into her pussy faster and faster until her body shuddered. I slipped my fingers through my strands and watched her come ooze all over my dick. And the final time I held her hips as I pounded into her. I exploded inside of her. No rubber. And I didn’t give a fuck about the consequences. That was how I knew there was no way I’d fuck another woman. And she damn sure wouldn’t fuck another man.

I yanked her by her hair until our eyes locked. I’d never get tired of seeing her naked body under mine. “This pussy is mine. Do you fucking understand me?” I roared, through bared teeth.

“Yes, I love your cock, Luciano.”

I pulled her with me onto the other side of the king-sized bed.

Her hand splayed my bare chest as she stared up at me. “I’m not on the pill.” She bit the corner of her lower lip.

“I don’t care. I wanted us. Melanie, I needed us. Baby, I’ll take care of you. You’re my fucking woman. Do you hear me? I don’t give a fuck what anyone says to you about Rosetta.”

Her lips melted against my chest, before she turned her head and stared out of the large floor to ceiling windows.

“We’re buying a house this week.”

“What?”

“I can’t risk your life. You’ll have twenty-four-hour protection.”

“Great, I’m becoming your mistress.”

She was right. They’d call her my Gumar. If I didn’t have to fulfill my obligation to my family, I’d run off and marry Melanie.

The next day, dad asked me to come to his office.

I sat across from him. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah.” His brown hair grayed at the temples.

“I understand you have a live-in girlfriend. What are you doing? You're about to become a married man.”

“Listen, this marriage is an arrangement. Nothing more. I love one woman. That won’t ever change.”

He narrowed his eyes, judging me from his oversized desk. “She’s black, not Italian, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

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