Page 25 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“No kissing on the lips. This isn’t a romantic fuck.” I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock.

“This is a dirty fuck.” I retrieved a condom out of my front pocket and ripped the foil package open with my teeth.

She threw her head back, laughing. “Please tell me you aren’t romantically fucking her.”

I rolled the condom onto my dick before hoisting Emily into the air.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I flashed a cocky smirk.

Her gray eyes shimmered with lust. “Fuck me already.”

I slid her panties aside then fucked her hard, giving her what she wanted. My thoughts were elsewhere. Emily clawed at my T-shirt, begging me to fuck her harder.

This would be a five-minute lay. Leaving Ryah downstairs too long wasn’t an option. Our fathers would lose it if they knew I left her without proper protection.

Even though Ryah was very capable of taking care of herself.

“Yes, Rocco, don’t stop,” Emily purred in ecstasy.

Clenching my eyes shut, I visualized Ryah’s beautiful honey brown face.With each menacing stroke I imaged her, begging me to fuck her harder.

My eyes popped open, landing on Emily.

“This is what you wanted, right? You wouldn’t take no for a fucking answer,” I growled.

“Shut up, Rocco. And fuck me harder.”

At sixteen, I fucked more chicks than a sophomore in college. They went absolutely berserk over my dick. There were no feelings involved. The only girl I wanted to give a shit was downstairs flirting with other guys. Felt like my blood was boiling under my skin and at any moment my veins would explode.

“Ryah, what the fuck are you doing here?” Emily shrieked.

My wide-eyed gaze met Ryah’s as she came into view.

Why was Ryah here? My movements slowed.

“Don’t stop on my account.” A devilish smile inched up at the ends of her pretty lips.

Ryah leaned against the wall and sipped from her red cup, never taking her eyes off me.

“Rocco, fuck her harder and say my name.”

Ryah’s tongue slid across her lower lip. I pounded into Emily, who served as a sick go between.

Trapped in Ryah’s hypnotic green eyes, I called out Ryah’s name.

Emily yelled something. I didn’t know what the fuck she said.

Ryah dipped two fingers into the cup, drenching them with whiskey.

“Say my name again, Rocco.”

“Ryah.”

She placed her whiskey-soaked fingers between my lips.I sucked on them like they were her fucking pussy. Ryah’s eyelids hooded as her chest rose and fell. She pulled her fingers out of my mouth. Ryah tossed the cup aside, then slammed her soft lips into mine. I chased her lips like they were the first meal I’d had in weeks.

Emily ordered Ryah to leave. Still fucking her like a crazed man, she really had no room to protest. She was getting what she wanted, and I definitely had what I wanted. Ryah.

Her fingers traced along my damp face. “Come for me, Rocco.”

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