Page 71 of Mafia King's Forbidden Vows

My mouth falls open when he draws a big, black dildo from it.

“Is…is that?”

A mischievous smile curls up his lips. “You’ve been a good girl all your life, Princess. Haven’t you?”

“That’s…that’s…that’s a dildo,” I stutter, goosebumps climbing up my hands as my heartbeat fastens. The folds in between my legs are already growing moist, just from the thought.

“You don’t like the idea? I can just do away with this. I thought you would like the idea of being a little naughty.”

My eyes widen as I sit up and see him sliding the drawer open again. “No, no! I mean…I like it…I just...I haven’t done this before…”

“I know, Princess,” he eases onto the mattress behind me, wrapping an arm around my clothed breasts and nuzzling my ear with his teeth. Shivers practically run down my spine the minute his hands close over my flesh. “I’m just going to give youa lesson in the pleasure department, and if you don’t like it, I can stop.”

My head bobs up and down frantically, as if his words are fuel to my starving soul.

“Alright.” His hands guide me to lie down on the bed, and in a swift movement, he’s on top of me. He reaches for the waistband of my black pants, pulling them off from under me.

A groan escapes his lips as he places his head in between my legs, sniffing my wet, black thong and my throbbing pussy underneath it.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re dripping wet already. So receptive!” The smile on his face turns dark as he slides his hands under my chiffon blouse, dragging the material above my head in the process. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time, Princess. Waiting to show you all the things I want to do to you.”

As his hands brush against my breasts, an involuntary melody escapes my mouth. My back arches, pressing into his sturdy torso.

“Sì, amore mio(Yes, my love), touch me like you own me, Princess. Because I’m all yours now.”

As if driven by that single command, my arms, which were initially above my head, close down on his neck, pulling him even closer than he already was.

My hands slide into the collar of his shirt, feeling the roughness of the scars on his back.

I guide my hands to the front of his shirt, undoing his buttons one by one, placing my palms gingerly on his chest, eager to feel those perfect pecs and his golden brown chest hair streaked with gray.

My lashes flutter, locking my gaze with his. For a moment, I can see that he meant each of the words he just muttered to me. I am now his, and he, mine.

My lips meet his halfway. There’s a sudden explosion as we both become a tangle of movements, hysterically trying to grab, touch, and feel every inch of each other’s bodies.

His large palms cup my breasts, pressing firmly on them as my hands fumble with the buckle of his belt. As the latch comes off, my hands brush against the hard swelling in his pants.

“Lord!” I groan against his lips as my pussy contracts with desire.

“Bad princess,” Elio mutters, dark desire flashing in his eyes.

He eases me back onto the bed, spreading my knees apart and dragging my panties off my waist in one swift motion.

“Remember, Princess, if you don’t like this, say ‘èun no’(it’s a no). Understood?”

I nod frantically again. He yanks his belt completely off his pants and uses it to bolt my wrists together.

“And if you like whatever I’ll be doing, say ‘sì, di più’(yes, more).”

“Sì, di più.”The words taste foreign on my tongue.

“This is what a teacher does to naughty students,” Elio says, adjusting the buckle on the belt, “and right now, I’m your teacher, Princess! I get to punish you when you’re naughty.” As he’s speaking, he’s rummaging through his drawer again.

Suddenly, something slimy and cold plops in between my legs.

“You know what that is,Bellissima(Beautiful)? That’s lube. It’ll help you stay lubricated so you don’t feel pain as I do all the filthy things I have in mind for you. Would you like that?”

His fingers circle lightly around my folds, tickling my clit. He hasn’t even begun yet, and I already feel like I’m going to cum.

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