Page 76 of Empire of Temptation

I knew what she was doing, but I could not have her romanticizing me or my life. “I do what needs to be done to get what I want. Always.”

She peeked over at me. “That’s harsh.”

“The world is harsh, no?”

“Aren’t you worried you’ll be killed? Or one of your sons?”

“If that is meant to be, then I can’t stop it. I have prepared my sons, raised them to be strong men. But no one escapes this world without pain and sorrow.” I’d lost family members, friends, and Valentina lost her mother to a terrible disease. Yet we kept going. Life was not for the weak.

The metal spoon scraped on the ice cream dish as she finished her dessert. She peeked over at me. “My father is in the mafia.”

I hid my surprise. It was a fact I already knew, but I was shocked she was confiding in me. “Here in New York?”

“No, in Italy.”

“Oh? I don’t recall any Montellas.”

“He has a different last name. Segreto.” She studied me. “Flavio Segreto. Do you know him?”

While I hadn’t encountered Segreto personally, I certainly knew of him long before Rossi forced me into this mess. I kept my voice even as I answered, “I have never met him, but there are many of us spread out over Europe. It’s not as if there is a Mafia Island where we drink and party together.”

She gave me an adorable half smile that twisted something in my chest. “Maybe not, but you kind of wish there was, don’t you?”

I took the ice cream bowl from her and put it on the tray resting on the bed. Then I leaned over her, my body half covering hers. Bending, I nibbled at her lush lips. “If there was, I know who would win the prettiest mistress competition.”

Her arms twined around my neck. “I’m not your mistress, Luca.”

I kissed her throat, making sure to cover every millimeter of her soft skin. Then I bit her earlobe. “Are you sure?”

“Y-yes,” she said, her voice wavering.

“You might want to rethink your answer. There are perks to being a mistress, fiore mio.”

“Sex is not a perk.”

We would need to disagree on that. I spread open her robe and ran my hand along her side, over her ribs, and up to her breast. I cupped her and massaged the plump mound. Blood pulsed in my groin, then along the length of my shaft, getting me harder with each heartbeat. I didn’t know what it was about this girl, but she made me feel like a fucking teenager, desperate and horny.

I dipped my head and tongued her nipple. The little whimpershe gave made me even harder, and my skin began burning as I heated up. The damn robe had to go.

Rising up on my knees, I shrugged out of the heavy piece and tossed it to the ground, leaving me naked. Valentina dragged her hands over my chest, exploring. “Hmmm. You are so sexy. You know, for an old guy.” The teasing smirk she wore instantly made me think evil thoughts about her mouth.

“Old, is it?” I straddled her body and dragged my dick through the valley of her breasts. “Push them together,” I ordered. “Smother my cock with your tits.”

Using both hands, she pressed the mounds in to surround my dick, and I rocked my hips gently, shoving my cock between her breasts. Cazzo, that was fucking hot.

“Open,” I said, shuffling my knees forward. I aimed the head of my cock at her lips. “Get me wet.”

She opened her mouth and I rubbed my crown over her slippery tongue. “More.” I don’t know which one of us said it, but I slid in deeper, feeding her my length, until she was sucking me down eagerly. The sight of her pretty lips wrapped around me, not to mention the tight suction . . . madre di dio. It was perfect.

I kept going until she gagged. Saliva pooled over my shaft and my balls squeezed. I eased back slightly. “That is what I want. Nice and wet, piccolina. Again.”

We repeated this a few times until I was coated in spit. When I pulled out and moved away, she whimpered and clawed at my thigh. “No, Luca. Come back.”

It was tempting. I liked a girl who was eager to suck on my dick. “In a minute. I’m going to fuck your tits first.” I put my drenched cock between her breasts. “Squeeze me.”

Biting her lip suggestively, she pushed the mounds together, and warm, soft flesh encased my cock. Fuck, that was nice. I started moving, dragging my length through the slick channel. It didn’t feel as good as fucking a woman’s pussy, but there was something aboutthe visual of this woman’s tits swallowing me up that got me off. “Pinch your nipples,” I ordered as I moved my hips. “Make yourself feel good.”

She did as I asked and her eyelids fluttered, a moan rumbling in her throat. I answered with a groan of my own. This girl was so beautiful, so responsive. I was crazed, feverish to have her again. I braced my hands on the headboard and rocked, the underside of my shaft rubbing her sternum, my foreskin and her spit allowing me to slide easily.

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