Page 81 of Captured Fantasy

He pulled me up onto my hands and knees and found my clit, rubbing it as he fucked me from behind. Pleasure surged almost at once and he slowed, keeping me on the edge.

“Beg me for it,” he ordered.

“Please, daddy, let me come,” I breathed.

“What are you, Enza?”

“A fucktoy,” I whimpered, soaked and mortified all at once. “Just a warm hole for your cum.”

“That’s right, baby, you’re nothing without my cock inside you.”

He slapped me across the ass, the sound like a gunshot. My flesh stung and I cried out as he pressed on my clit, rubbing it gently between his fingers. Pleasure rippled and I came hard, my hips jerking as I pulsed around his cock. He swore, gathering my hair in his fist, and fucked me ruthlessly.

I whimpered, stars flashing behind my eyelids, as he flipped me onto my back. He lifted my hips and entered me in a smooth thrust. From this angle, his cock hit my G-spot with every stroke. I went limp and let him take full control of my body.

He pulled from me, stroking himself once, and his hot cum lashed across my stomach and breasts. My pussy clenched as it hit me and I moaned, tracing my fingers through the mess on my skin. Putting them in my mouth so I could taste his saltiness on my tongue. He gave a quiet growl of satisfaction and rolled onto the bed beside me as I sat up to retrieve the phone.

He accepted it, swiping the screen. “Fuck, that was hot.”

“Can we have dessert?” I asked, almost delirious from how relaxed I was.

He laughed. “Let me order something.”

It was almost three in the morning when we finally fell asleep. Cosimo ordered cheesecake for me and we got in bed and watched the video. That led to him getting hard against my ass and pulling up my t-shirt for a quick fuck. Which led to another shower where he went down on me and made me come twice beneath the hot water.

I’d never experienced this level of depletion or euphoria before. I’d come so many times my legs were like water and my clit was swollen and sensitive. He carried me to the bed and managed to get one last orgasm out of me before we both fell into an exhausted slumber.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

COSIMO

I had that picture of her body painted and hung on my wall by the end of the next week. It was a sweet reminder of the stolen bits of time we’d had together and it kept me going through the summer. Lucien was pushing me hard, often ordering me to stay at the docks over the weekend. I wondered if he was testing me for something, trying to see how much pressure he could apply before I shattered. It was hard to tell with Lucien these days.

He was distracted with my sister, I could see it in the corners of his cold eyes. It was strange to see Lucien, arguably one of the most powerful men in the outfit, bothered by a woman. It brought down the wall between us just a hair’s breadth because I felt I could relate to his predicament. After all, I was thoroughly distracted by my own woman and every day was a struggle between work and pleasure.

It was the first of August of that year when I finished moving the warehouse. Every bit of product for the winter was packed away, locked up, and heavily guarded. I rose each morning and took my motorcycle out to the ports and walked the perimeter on foot before riding the circumference of the shipping yards. There was a sense of restlessness in my chest as I watched the sun rise and steam evaporate from the river.

When it was over and done with, I brought the final inventory reports to Lucien in his downtown office. He sat at his desk in his gray suit, his shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal his ink.

He leaned forward as I entered his office. It was blisteringly hot as usual and I wore a soaked black t-shirt and had my guns in my shoulder holsters beneath my motorcycle jacket. His blank eyes followed me as I stripped off the jacket and sank into the seat opposite him.

“You just missed Rico,” he said.

“Good.”

Lucien’s jaw twitched. “You’re giving me problems, Barone.”

“Not trying to, sir,” I said.

Lucien picked up the inventory reports, running his thumb over the crease to flatten the pages. “Good work on the warehouse.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I didn’t move and Lucien released another sigh, sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs.

“Well then, do you need anything else?”

There was nothing for it. I could sit on my ass about my situation and let it drag on until it became even uglier. Or I could handle my business head on. I had a feeling I would get more respect from Lucien if I did the latter.

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