Page 6 of Her Mafia Enforcer

When she began to suck him, her movements slow, and deliberate, I felt my control slipping further. I couldn’t let her win. The slurping of her mouth, Enzo’s muffled moans.

Not bothering to stand, I used my gun to roughly pull up her skirt. It was so fucking short, it barely moved an inch before exposing her bare pussy. The whole world stilled at the sight, anger pumping through my veins. The fingers of my free hand clenched into a fist.

Using my gun, I traced her wetness, pushing it against her pussy lips, trailing lightly, teasing her, watching them spread. “You’re a slut,” I whispered, my words venomous, “Your pussy’s dripping.”

She whimpered softly, her breath hitching, and it only fueled my need further. Beneath my touch, beneath her surrender, I was furious—angrier than I had been in a long time. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not with her bent over in front of me, her clit engorged and her legs growing sticky.

“Does this turn you on, Lina? My gun by your clit and another man’s dick in your mouth. What would your father think?” I chided her, my voice dark.

Her legs trembled.

I pulled the gun away, holstering it before I smoothed my hands over her ass. I widened her leg, hearing her gag as my movements pushed her further on Enzo’s dick.

Chapter 3

Lina

The tension tightened with each second that passed. My breaths came faster, ragged and shallow, clouding my thoughts with a haze of pleasure and frustration that suddenly broke as placed a palm on my lower spine and thrust two fingers into my swollen channel.

I inhaled, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. His fingers were thick and firm, pushing through where nothing had been before. I couldn’t decide if I wanted more or less—he scissored his fingers and my pussy clenched.

More.

Fuck, I needed more.

My core tightened. Enzo’s cock filled my mouth, moving in and out with slow, rhythmic thrusts. His movements were clumsy and uninspired—nothing like Adrian’s controlled dominance as he pushed deeper into me, fingers curling and catching on my entrance in a way that set my whole body on fire.

Tears blurred my vision.

I’d used toys, and my fingers, but some small part of me had always been hesitant of going too deep. I’d wanted Adrian to have that privilege.

My skin was slick with sweat, dewy and hot against Adrian’s touch. The heat of the room, the tension thick in the air, amplified everything—the burning need between my legs, the ache in my chest, the unbearable craving for release. I couldn’t help growing impatient, desperate for the control Adrian so effortlessly held over every inch of me.

His fingers pushed back in, stopping too soon before they pulled out again.

I wanted to cry. It wasn’t enough.

It. Wasn’t. Enough.

Then he thrust again, adding a third finger and going just a little deeper, widening me. Forcing me to widen my legs to accommodate the girth. It felt so good, I lost myself, nearly choking on Enzo’s dick in the process. And just by accident, just in warning, my teeth scraped cock. The sharpness caught him off guard and he gasped sharply, his hips bucking forcefully. Unintentionally choking me for real.

Panic made my eyes widen. My body snapped backward, and Adrian’s fingers drove into me—so deep, I felt them drag against my hymen.

I shuddered. Fuck, that felt obscene. Just the slightest pressure of his fingertips going deeper than anything had ever been. There was a little ache, but not enough to stop.

Inhaling, I eyed the spit on Enzo’s bobbing cock with a faraway expression. All the signs pointed to me losing my virginity tonight, and I felt a flutter deep in my belly as I considered it. As I considered Adrian driving his fingers or his cock through that barrier of skin deep inside me. As I considered him making mehis.

“Be fucking careful,” Adrian snarled at Enzo, his voice low and possessive, snapping me out of my thoughts. A palm soothed my back as he pushed his fingers back inside, stretching me open. He added a fourth, wriggling through my tightness until I cried out again, whining deep in my throat.

I could feel his pleasure and I didn’t say anything as I worried about the sharp pain that would follow if he went any deeper.

“S-sorry, boss,” Enzo gasped, pulling back. “I d-didn’t mean to.”

“Just shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear it.” Adrian’s other hand continued the rest of the way up my spine, lifting my dress as he went. It was hair-raising, and heated, and so fucking delicious, I squirmed. “Put his cock back in your mouth, baby girl. Show me how good you can be.”

Gulping, I did exactly that, wincing slightly as his knuckles brushed my entrance again. His fingers were thick and squished together but if he went any deeper… my heart thudded.

My whimpers caressed Enzo’s cock, and that bitter taste increased on my tongue as the head of his cock wept for me.

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