Page 6 of Mafia King's Forbidden Vows

“Leave the old man out of this.” He slaps my thigh before kneading my clit while increasing the pace of his tongue.

My fingers clutch at his hair as the feeling of a… climax building up, I believe, seizes me. My stomach tightens. I won’t last a second longer. So this is how it feels…

“I’m about to−,” I can’t even finish the sentence before I scream, the feeling intensifying when his free hand pinches my nipple.

“Scream my name, baby,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire.

I cry out when I finally explode and watch Elio drink all of my juices.

“Fuck. I could spend eternity in your wet pussy.” His words are throaty and a half groan.

Slowly, he rises and presses his clothed dick against my pussy. Then he lowers his mouth to my ears. “Can you feel how hard I am for you?” he rasps. I shiver, my heart fluttering wildly in my chest.

“Now I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll remember me every time you take a step.”

Wait—I couldn’t let that happen. There’s no way I’m losing my virginity to a stranger −whom I just let suck me off−in the backseat of a car.

“I don’t think we should. Uhm…I− I’ve never done this—” I trail off. It’s hard to make a coherent sentence with my pussy and chest bared to him like cake before a celebrant.

My hands reach out to push his barrel-like frame from the top of me. I pull up my underwear and adjust my dress. “I think we should call it a night.”

I expect him to try and coax me into having sex with him. But he says nothing and pulls back, only staring at me with a hint of surprise, maybe through hooded eyes, as I adjust my dress and open the door before scrambling out of the car.

He’d given me the best head of my life and all I’d given him in return was blue balls. But Elio is wrong. He doesn’t need to fuck me for me to think about him. Because I know I’ll be remembering the feeling of his fingers and tongue inside me for many nights to come.

Chapter two

Elio

Present Day

Five years ago, my boss and previous don relinquished the rights of this mafia family−this empire−to me, crowningme the new don. He found someone worth walking away for and decided the kind of life he wanted to live wasn’t full of bullets and drug deals. But I, Elio Donatelli, vowed to carry on and strengthen the legacy of the Marino Empire.

That’s a feat only the great can achieve…that’s a feat I’ve achieved.

I pick up the cigarette from across the glossy wooden table and light it before bringing it between my lips. The first drag I take is a whiff of exhilaration, unburdening my chest from theshenanigans of the past week, but the second drag comes with a wave of pleasure… fulfillment, and satisfaction.

After the violent showdown five years ago, the mafia was left bleeding from circumstances that could only be described as the consequential hand of time. Regardless of how powerful and principled my predecessor was, there were loopholes I inherited and the enemies didn’t hesitate to exploit them.

It all started with the abject distrust and opposition from some of my men. Witnessing the series of mishaps that happened before my reign made them paranoid…unsure if I was fit to lead them, so I was left with nothing but men of questionable loyalty. The mafia’s profit margin experienced a significant decline as we recorded a number of losses from the persistent attacks on operations during that time. Sensing weakness, oppositions also started rising, attacking our territories.

My heart clenches as vivid images of the past rush through my mind, and I tighten my grip on the edge of the table. It was a tough time for me, justifiably the hardest part of the journey so far, but in all that, I was left with one word on my lips— rebuild.

I take another drag of my cigarette, my eyes trailing the movements of the smoke as it diffuses into thin air; then I sink further into my seat of power.

I spent the last five years killing…purging the mafia of non-loyalists and recruiting new men, expanding the family’s operations even more, acquiring properties as my legal fronts– hotels, restaurants, casinos, and real estate– and taking downoppositions to reinstate the Marino mafia as the largest and most powerful in New York.

Now I’m here, commanding my position as one of the top owners of the many notable investments but also as the new, ruthless don of the Marino mafia.

Only dedication and tenacity could have brought me this far, and I don’t intend to lose focus… not now, and certainly not because of her—Aria Abruzzi. Twenty-two years old, second year of law school, ambitious, in her third week of a sixteen-week internship at the DA’s office, and… a fucking virgin.

Instinctively, I surrender my thoughts to that one time in my car with her, indulging my mind with the very scene I have been trying to keep at bay all week. I’ve never had a stronger urge to claim any woman than in that instant…to possess her body until it begs me to do my bidding. And that’s why I had Cortez look her up.

I can still taste her lip gloss or whatever sweetness women slosh on their lips nowadays. My tongue instantly reaches out to my lower lip to relive that experience, my palm morphing into a tight fist on my lap. Adrenaline zaps through me, and blood slowly starts to rush to my dick.

No woman has ever left me high and dry. As a matter of fact, they beg me to take them. Then this young thing, with that smart mouth of hers, shows up and dares to leave me with blue balls!

Remembering the feeling of her breath, hot and tingling against the napeof my neck, makes me want to drive up to wherever she is right now and just fuck the hell out of her.

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