Page 10 of Entangled Mafia Princess

It’s more like fifty-something, but I don’t dispute her. “You should try a Boston winter.”

“No, thank you. I’d freeze to death.”

“Hey, you notice that well-dressed guy with Carmen? He looks new, or at least, I haven’t seen him before.”

“You mean the guy who looks Asian? Or maybe Wasian? Like Adam Driver.”

“I don’t think Adam Driver’s Wasian.”

“He’s not? Well, Keanu Reeves, then. I could go for some Wasian. Wait. Blasian. The Rock.”

I’m not interested in a Hollywood actor. I’m interested in him.

“So you know who he is?” I redirect.

“Never saw him before. I like those broad shoulders. Mmm-yum. Carmen always gets the good ones.”

“Lucky bitch,” I agree.

“She stole this delicious Dom from me the other night. He was looking at me for a long time, but Erika overheard her telling him I had a smelly cunt!”

“Want me to smack her for you? I don’t need a reason. It’ll just be fun.”

“She’s got the club owner wrapped around her pinkie. You’d get kicked out.”

After I’m dressed, I head out and take a seat next to Chase at his table because it affords me a nice view of the stall where Carmen and the tall, dark, and handsome Dom are playing.

“Strip,” I hear the Dom tell Carmen.

She peels off her top. I can’t help but stare at her large tits.

“Must be a drag having to cart around those melons all the time,” Chase says.

I’m undecided. I like my figure, though there have been times I’ve wanted a larger bust.

Chase turns his attention to a hunky blond playing with a trans while I watch Carmen step out of her skirt. Now she’s in nothing but her thong and five-inch heels.

“Turn around,” he orders her.

She does, giving him and everyone else a view of everything. His gaze seems to take it all in, from her brown areolas to her full backside. I wonder if he’s an ass man, tits man, or legs man? Carmen has me beat on everything except maybe legs. She only stands about five feet, two inches, so he looks even bigger and taller.

He cradles one of her large tits in his hand, curling each finger independently into her flesh. I lick my bottom lip, wondering what those fingers would feel like on me. Some guys might as well have paws for hands, but this Dom works every digit.

Abruptly, he releases her breast and smacks it, making her yelp in surprise. He backhands the other orb.

“What’s your safe word?” he asks.

“Detener,” she answers.

“Prefieres español?”

“Lo que quiera, Maestro.”

I wish I knew what they were saying. I half paid attention in French classes at my high school back in Boston.

He grabs her tit again before slapping it.

“You like your tits?” he asks.

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