Page 64 of Bastard Prince
“I don’t disagree with you, babe, but this needs to be handled the right way. This is probably something that should be dealt with by Made Men, if you know what I mean.”
If she got involved in Family business, there’d be no going back for her.
Francesca laughed, a manic, deranged sound that had the hairs on my arms standing on end.
“Made Men,” she scoffed. “FuckingMade Men.I’mMade, Enzo. Have been since I was seventeen. Fat lot of good that’s done me.”
I stared at her, my mouth open in shock. “What the fuck?”
“Yeah,” she said, stomping to the bathroom and coming back with something to tie her hair up, and I watched as she threw it into a messy ponytail. “Made my bones, said my vow, the fucking works. My father raised me to be as good—better—than any one of those dumb fucks.” She then moved to the closet, seemingly unable to keep still. I could imagine the amount of adrenaline in her system right now had her firing on all cylinders.
Coming back out with her empty suitcase, I watched as she threw it on the bed and began randomly tossing clothes in. “I worked the numbers, facilitated deals, everything. There wasn’t a single aspect of the business that I didn’t know. Nothing I couldn’t make better. But could they see it? Not a chance. They didn’t fucking want to.”
“Francesca,” I said, standing. “I think we should take this to the rest of the Family.” I needed to talk to my father, needed to make sure he was still safe. There were protocols for this kind of thing, I was sure; he’d know the right next step.
“Are you serious?” she hissed. “What fucking Family? Not mine, surely. They threw me away.”
“Frankie,” I started, but she was on a tear.
“And you’re a fool if you think they regard you any better. Can’t you see it, Enzo? We arenothingto them? We’re castoffs. Garbage in their eyes. The Tainted Princess and The Bastard Prince.” She curled her lip in disgust, and I raged inside. “We’re a goddamn joke.”
“Enough!” I shouted, startling her out of her tirade. “That’s fucking enough, Francesca.” I stepped up to her, our bodies pressed close. “You think I give a fuck what a bunch of stuffy assholes in New York think about me? Not a single one of them has stepped foot out of that city in years. They live there, in their filthy neighborhoods, intimidating shop owners and drug dealers, and they think they’re hot shit. I hear the stories my father tells, about men in that town fighting over scraps. They don’t know shit about us, baby. Not one goddamn thing.”
I gestured out the bedroom window, the buildings of Las Vegas standing like sentinels against the blue sky. “This isourtown, ripe for the picking, and they can’t fucking touch us here.” Bringing up my hand, I cupped her neck, running my thumb over her pounding pulse. “They want to throw us away? Fine. Fuck ‘em. We’ll build an empire out of the people that others over look, and it will be better than anything they could possibly dream of in their stunted, narrow minds.”
“A Castoff Empire?” she asked, her pupils dilating as she ran her hands up my chest, her short nails dragging over my heart as it beat behind my ribs. “I like that, Enzo. Who knew you could be so poetic?”
“Don’t fuckin’ tell anyone,” I said, wrapping my fist around her ponytail. “I’m supposed to be a bastard.”
“True,” she agreed, tipping her head back in invitation. “But you’re my bastard.”
“Fuck yeah, I am, baby.”
Our mouths met in a clash, lips and teeth mashing together as we kissed, all the fire and passion that had built up inside of us during the last two days finally breaking free. Francesca clutched at me like I was a lifeline, the only thing keeping her from drowning. Tightening my hold on her hair, I pulled upward, forcing her to rise onto her toes to meet me, and the little moan she gave at the motion had my dick demanding to be let out to play.
Francesca slid her hands under my shirt, pulling it up, but she was too short to actually remove it. I broke our kiss, tearing the shirt off and tossing it on the bed, seeing it land on the piles of things already there, before continuing to remove the rest of my clothes as Francesca did the same with her own. Once we were naked, I eyed the bed, covered with clothes and a half empty suitcase, and I was not about to waste a second making space. Instead, I bent down and wrapped my hands around the back of Francesca’s thighs, hauling her up off the ground as I made my way back to the chair I had been sitting in earlier.
Running her fingers through my hair, Francesca squeezed my hips with her legs as I lowered myself into the wide seat, keeping her on my lap as she nipped and kissed along my neck, every touch amping up my desire to get inside her. Placing one hand on her ass, the other on her mid back, I leaned forward, tilting Francesca backward as I sucked one pert nipple into my mouth. She groaned as I swirled my tongue around her tight bud, drawing it deep into my mouth and gently scraping with my teeth as I released it.
“Fuck, Enzo,” she breathed, her hips gyrating against my lap as she searched for what she needed.
And I was absolutely gonna give it to her.
Switching to the other breast, I repeated the actions, lavishing attention on her tits as she continued to pant and claw at my scalp, holding me tight to her. Once I had sufficiently teased her, I brought her back upright, crushing her against me as I once again invaded her mouth, wanting to completely lose myself in her.
The feel of her warm, silky skin under my hands was incredible, and my fingers dragged up and down her body, trying to touch every inch of her at once. Growing impatient, Francesca lowered herself down, dragging her hot, wet pussy against my cock where it bounced between us.
“You ready for this dick, baby?” I asked, grabbing her hips in both hands and preventing her from any contact. “You ready for me to show you just how good we are together? How perfectly we fit together?” Lifting my hips, I tapped my cock against her clit, just enough to make her cry out, but not enough to push her over the edge. When she said nothing, I pulled back, the sound of my hand against her ass loud in the quiet of the bedroom.
“I asked you a question, Francesca,” I said sternly, staring into her golden eyes as she panted above me. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, fighting my hold as she tried again to lower herself. A smirk curled at one corner of her mouth as she dragged her hands down to my shoulders. “But, are you sure you’re ready for me?”
“Oh, baby. There’s only one way to find out.”
With that, I thrust up hard, sliding into her with a hiss as she enveloped me perfectly. Hitting bottom, I paused for a moment, just relishing the feel of her silky heat as she pulsed around me, before I drew back almost all the way before driving back in. The two of us continued, her bouncing up and down, knees braced on either side of my body as she met me thrust for thrust.
“Yes,” she gasped when I changed my angle, dragging my cock against her insides with as much force as I could manage. “Holy fuck, yes.”
