Page 18 of Mafia Don's Secret Heir
Before I can process it, he moves. In one swift, fluid motion, my panties are gone, leaving me bare and vulnerable. My breath catches as I instinctively shift, stepping aside just enough to grant him access, my pulse hammering in anticipation.
His hand finds my thigh, his touch unhurried, a slow glide of warmth against my skin. He drags his fingers upward with light pressure, until he reaches the ache building between my legs. His movements are maddeningly slow, deliberate, teasing—and all the more torturous for it.
His lips move to my ear. “Look at you,” he murmurs, before biting gently on the earlobe. “Look at how ready you are for me.”
And dear God, Iam.
He picks me up, knowing full well that I am beyond the point where I can protest. Steady, strong arms carry me to the tablebeside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and before I know it, he is laying me down on the warm wood. His hands part my legs while his mouth whispers kisses against my feverish skin, traveling upward, pausing at my knee, until he is inches away from my core.
“Luca…” I can hardly breathe, let alone speak.
His tongue is light on the surface,almosttentative at first, as if he’s just getting a taste. And then, he sighs. A full-blown sigh against my pussy.
“You’re beautiful.”
“I—ah!”
He laps against my slit with his tongue, hot and insistent, inhaling me in as my head and shoulders roll back. My mouth is open, but I can’t say anything except moan. My legs instinctively move inward, but he holds them open, firmly in place.
“Glorious,” he murmurs, running his tongue in a slim line. I can almosthearhim smile. I shiver, growing wetter by the second.
That tongue… it worms inside my outer folds, lapping at the little, hard nub within. The world narrows down to just the two of us, his head between my legs, speeding up or slowing down, somehow knowing just what I need.
I’ve never been with someone like Luca. He makes everything, everyone else pale in comparison. He’s no lovestruck boy. He’s a man, his eyes and mouth firmly set on getting what he wants.
And right now, I’m what he wants. The realization is deliciously overwhelming, and it makes my pussy throb for more. He laps harder. I open myself out wide to admit him deeper inside.
“Hm?” He stops and looks up, a questioning smile on his lips. I can’t breathe, can’t say anything… except I want him back there.
Thankfully, all he does is look at my face before burying his tongue in me once more, making me shudder in response as the first tremors of an orgasm appear. His mouth is sealed on my opening, sucking and nipping, and then he adds a finger to the mix. My body spasms immediately, and I lose control.
“Fuck…fuck.”
“Give it all to me.”
I shake and moan as I come, my juices dribbling out as I surrender to Luca Salvatore, King of Nuova Speranza. He pulls back, smiling triumphantly, and lifts me from the table.
Seconds later, he’s pushing me against the glass wall, and I’m undressing him as quickly as I can. His cock comes free, impossibly thick and perfectly long. My eyes widen in disbelief. Is this… how can this belong to a man?
He sees me notice, and kisses my mouth hard, willing me to taste the salt of my release on his tongue. Then, he turns me around so I’m facing the city sprawled beneath.
His breath is hot on the nape of my neck, just below my ear. “Now, Mrs. Salvatore, I’m going to show you just how you should be fucked.”
7
LUCA
Aline of houses stretches along the far side of the long street before my estate, their silhouettes crisp against the dimming light. From my window, perched high above the world below, I have the perfect view. The terraces are alive, people sprawled across their decks, lost in indulgence. My eyes linger on one couple, the girl astride the boy on a lounge chair, her body arching, her head thrown back in raw, unrestrained ecstasy.
The night thrums with desire. The air reeks of sex.
And nothing outside comes close to the vision before me, the woman in my arms, pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window. She’s stunning, flawless, and undeniably mine.Mywife. I’m going to claim her, again and again, until there’s no doubt in her mind who she belongs to.
“Look at you,” I whisper in her ear, compelling her to moan as she glances at the soft reflection of us on the glass. “Look at how gorgeous you are.” I turn her around and snake my arms around her, lifting her so that her ass is pressed behind, pinning her between me and the endless world beyond. “Valentina,” I sigh out her name, and then thrust my cock swiftly into her.
She moans out loudly, her eyes becoming saucers, and I pull out the next instant. The result is an incredibly satisfying groan. “No!”
“Hm?” I smirk. “Dare I say you are enjoying yourself?”
