Page 41 of Devilish Prince

“Now, we will teach Ms. Riccio a valuable lesson about what happens to people who defy me.” I stroke harder, making sure my cock is fully erect.

“Fuck you,” Sofia spits, clenching her jaw shut. I let go of her hair and my dick to use both thumbs to pry her mouth open, and she digs her fingernails into my skin attempting to stop me.

“Ah now, you enjoy this, just remember that.” With Sofia’s mouth pried open, I jam one finger between her teeth so she can’t bite down, then force my cock into her mouth. Adelina stares in horror as I begin thrusting, sliding my dick deep into Sofia’s throat. I watch Sofia’s eyes tear up as she gags on my cock. The way her throat constricts is intense, milking me. Adelina tries to turn away, but Lord is there, keeping her in the room, forcing her to watch me.

“Suck it… don’t just gag on me.” I thrust harder, feeling Sofia start to loosen up. Her hands stop clawing at me; they splay on my thighs and her throat relaxes. Her lips soften too, closing around my girth and sucking me. “That’s it… deeper,” I growl, watching my length slide in and out of her mouth, her neck bulging as I push deeper into her. The tears continue rolling across her cheeks, but her hand reaches between her legs, and I know I’ve got her.

“Mr. Gatti, I…” Adelina protests, but Lord pushes her closer. She stumbles forward, covering her mouth in shock as I continue to fuck Sofia’s mouth. I pay no attention to her, but Sofia’s eyes open. She looks at Adelina, and I have a feeling she’s being strangely turned on by the woman watching her suck me like this.

I slow my thrusts and grab her face. Sofia looks up at me and blinks several times. I’ve seen that look, the one she gets when she wants me to dominate her. I’ve seen the way she begs me with her expression to beat her and choke her. The very fact that her fingers are inside her slacks right now touching her soft littleclit tells me she’s so fucking turned on by the idea that I’d force Adelina to watch us, I almost come in her mouth.

“Get up,” I growl, pulling my cock from her mouth. Sofia gasps and wipes her face with the back of her hand then rises slowly. I grip my dick and stroke slowly, keeping my arousal high. “Get naked.”

Sofia, cheeks flushed dark red with lust, glances at Adelina, whose mouth is still covered. The woman has tears in her eyes, and she looks like a scared little mouse about to be stepped on by an elephant. I don’t give a fuck if someone watches me take what’s mine and play with it, but I can’t stand the idea that Sofia would be aroused by anything other than me.

“Don’t look at her. Look at me!” I grab her chin as she begins to unbutton her jeans and make her look into my eyes. Her gaze is hazed with desire, which she tries to blink away. Her fingers fumble with the zipper, but soon she’s shoving her jeans down. She steps out of them with great difficulty, as they cling to her calves tightly. When she pulls her blouse off and frees her tits, Adelina sobs and covers her face.

Lord grips Adelina’s hands and pins them behind her back, covering the woman’s mouth with his hand and turning her to face us again. Sofia, not seeing any of that, stands in front of me in silence. She’s not fighting back, but I don’t expect her to now. She knows what I expect and like a good little whore, she’s going to give it to me.

Her defiance as she squares her jaw and shoulders only spurs me on. I grip her pussy and jam two fingers into her, thrusting upward as I pull her closer. The gasp of pleasure coupled with the push she gives me sends a shockwave of hunger into my groin.

“Don’t fight me,” I whisper as I begin fucking her with my fingers. Sofia whimpers, her head dipping, as she puts both palms against my chest and pushes softly. I thrust into her over and over and feel the moisture slicking her slit beautifully. “Tell me you want me.”

“Fuck you,” she mutters, but it’s through a pant and a moan of pleasure.

“Tell Adelina how bad you want me to make you come.”

“Shit…” she hisses, then arches her head back.

“Tell her what happens to women who don’t obey me, Sofia. Tell her you’re my bitch now, that I fuck you when I want where I want.”

Her body begins to writhe around me, clenching my fingers. She’s grinding on my hand, needing release, and I’m going to withhold until she does as I say. I slow my movements, only to hear her whimper as she grips my lapels and clenches her jaw.

“You are my fuck toy, say it.”

“Oh god,” she moans, now thrusting her hips against my hand as I stroke myself slowly to keep my dick hard.

“Say it. Say you’re my fuck toy.”

“Fuck… Lorenzo… I’m your fuck toy… Make me come.”

“Good girl,” I groan and thrust my fingers into her so hard she begins shuddering, trembling around me. Her body convulses in a fever and I look at Adelina, who can’t look away now. She’s taking it in stride, and I can’t have that. She needs to understand who I am, because she clearly does not yet.

I pull my fingers from Sofia’s sloppy pussy and the orgasm ceases almost instantly. “Bend over,” I order, and she whimpers and turns slowly.

My dick is ready to take her, but only when I know it will teach them both that I get what I want.

27

SOFIA

Lorenzo’s hands are too strong to fight, and right now I don’t want to fight him. I want to feel him fill me up, even if it means letting him fuck me while that woman watches. I bend over the back of the couch, gripping the hard wood as I stare into her eyes. She looks scared and in shock, but she’s not trying to get away anymore. And Lord, Lorenzo’s new muscle, stares straight ahead, looking at the row of bookshelves along the wall. It appears maybe he’s done this before, but not with me.

“This will never do…” I glance at Lorenzo over my shoulder as he picks up a fabric swatch and uses it to wipe my pussy. He’s rough, making me so dry it almost hurts. He shoves the material into me too, like a sponge that’s meant to soak up my moisture and keep me from feeling any pleasure.

But when he rams his cock deep into me, I moan anyway. It’s thick and dry, and I feel every single millimeter of his length like sandpaper. And he feels thicker too, like a fucking soda can, not a human dick.

“Fuck… God, it’s… Ow,” I stutter, tightening my grip on the back of the couch. I clench my jaw as he starts thrusting, and his hands dig into my hips. I want to say it’s too painful and push him off, but I’m so turned on I can’t stop myself. My pussy aches for this, to be fucked and filled, and torn in two by his cock.

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