Page 13 of The Mafia's Property

“Open them,” he said. Not following his command was harder than trying to please myself, so I opened them slightly. “Wider,” he added, rubbing his weeping cock up and down. A wild part of me wanted to reach over and lick off his pre-cum. “I want to see that pussy.”

I spread my legs until my tiny skirt was at my waist and my pussy on full display.

“Good. Now touch yourself like the slut you are.”

“I’m not a slut,” I responded reflexively. As an exotic dancer who only dances and does nothing else, being mistaken as someone who does more than that has always irked me.

“You’re not?” Nico does not stop rubbing his cock as he spoke. “Then why did you agree to be paid like one?”

“I—” I couldn’t think of a comeback witty or not.

“Exactly,” he said. “Do as I say, slut, you’re already pushing it.”

I clamped down the anger bubbling inside and let my hand slide down to my pussy and slip into the folds. For all my anger, my body betrays my hunger for him. I am so wet, my pussy juice drips down my ass when I pull my fingers out. He groans when I rubbed it all on my clit. It assuages my ache, but only a little.

Nico’s movements became jerkier. “Take off the bra.” I don’t waste any time. I whip it off and rub my nipples without waiting for another command. “Fuck. That’s right. Rub your tits with that cum juice.” I dip into my pussy again, rubbing my clit along the way and then rubbing my tits. I have never done anything like this on my own and never thought it would feel so arousing. Or was it his piercing glare that made everything that much erotic? One hand was on my breasts, playing with each one in turn, while the other hand was on my clit as I stared at the quick motions of Nico’s movements. His hand gripped his cock tight and stepped forward, the cords of his neck tight as he let out a throaty moan and then came hard on my breasts, and chest. I could feel some of it dripping down into my pussy. His guttural groan alone pushed me over the edge, but the feeling of his cum mixed with mine was what took me to ecstasy. I stifled a moan as I came, my eyes shutting down as I ride the wave. When I opened them, Nico was kneeling on the floor, rubbing his cum on my tits like lotion. Rubbing some of it into my sensitive pussy.

“You’re going to go back there wearing it. Any man who smells this scent will know you’re mine.”

Nico

MY INITIAL IDEA to punish and maybe humiliate her went to dust, and I instead ended up being the one in torment. She had only one job, to make Maeve jealous, and she succeeded in that. Watching Maeve go green with envy was one of my favorite dishes at this wedding, but instead of doing just that, what did Freya do? flirt with men she wasn’t supposed to talk to. You’d think this snobbish crowd would recoil at Freya’s gauche manners, but no, they found it cute. Chip kept constantly begging me to tell her where I found her and if she has sisters. He only stopped after I asked him about his girlfriend. Even Dalton, who wasn’t at the table, would occasionally gawk at her whenever he passed by. And then there was Luke. Instead of doing what the others were doing, staring but keeping their distance, Luke decides to flirt with her. And she had the gall to reciprocate those advances! I tried to restrain myself. I tried to act aloof as I watched them twirl about on the dancefloor. But when he drew her closer against his body, instead of stepping away or shoving him, she giggled! It was too much. She belongs to me and no one else, and it was about time everyone knew and backed off.

So that’s why I did what I did. My first initial goal was to tell her to stop flirting with other man and remind her who she belongs to. But when I closed the door, and she stood there staring back at me with her big innocent looking eyes and a body made for sin, the contradiction was too much for me. I wanted to see what was beneath during the light of day, and I was not disappointed.

After that, my motivations changed. I wanted to mark her as mine. Thinking about it even now made me hard. I could still smell the faint musky scent of my cum beneath her own flowery perfume. It was a heady combination. Could the other men smell it too, I wonder as Freya and I rejoin the party arm in arm. She was a little flushed with embarrassment. She’s probably thinking they all know what we did, and if that’s what they’re thinking, let them. Maybe then they will back off and know who she belongs to. Fuck. I don’t remember being this possessive before, definitely not with someone I’ve known in such a short period. Freya is fascinating like that. In one day, she has made me forget my initial reason for bringing her here. Maeve was steeped in sepia while Freya was bright and full of color.

Hell, everyone here was boring now. “I think we should go now,” I said to Freya.

“Already?” she looked a little surprised, and a little relieved.

Chip, who caught our conversation, said, “Why? You were the last to arrive. It only makes sense that you should be the last to leave.”

“I got some things I need to take care of.”

I don’t need to say anything more for them to derive meaning from my words. Their faces darkened with the realization of what the sentence meant. I have mob business to get to. Which wasn’t true, but they don’t need to know that.

“It was great to see you again,” Beal said. Luke said something similar and everyone followed suit.

“Your friends are the last people I expected,” Freya said as we get into the car.

“Why? You think I should be hanging around with who? Criminals with tattoos on their faces and neck?”

She jolted in surprise. “That’s not what I meant at all. They’re too—” I let the silence hang as she searches for a word. “Straight,” she said.

I stifled a laugh. “So you were expecting to see criminals with tattoos on their faces?” She opened and closed her mouth, looking for a rebuttal and failing to find one. I knew what she meant. My profession stuck out like a sore thumb amongst them. “I grew up with them,” I added. “My parents wanted us to be upper-class people who walked the straight and narrow, so they sent us to private schools and ivy league universities. Those guys are friends I made in college. Most of them, anyway. Luke and I go back longer than that.”

She nodded along as if some jigsaw puzzle was piecing itself together in her head.

“Why didn’t you. Walk on the straight and narrow, that is?”

My vision darkened as I recalled the day my father died. Gunned down in my presence and the innocence I lost from that moment forth. Dante wanted us to stay in school and follow our father’s dreams, but we couldn’t. Not when everything was at stake and my heart was filled with hate and desire for vengeance. After that day, I joined the business. Dante was already part of the empire and Rico followed suit. Giovanni was the only one able to stay out of it, but only by a margin. He is the cleaner, more professional front of the Morelli empire.

“Because it’s in my blood,” I said. There’s no way I am telling her the truth. It’s too raw.

“Aren’t you adopted?”

“Blood where I come from has a different meaning.” I stopped myself before I went any further. She won’t understand what I mean when I said blood. Thankfully, she didn’t ask for clarification, because I was suddenly experiencing a compulsion to tell her everything about myself. As if I cared and wanted her to know more about me. She’s nothing. I reminded myself. A tool, nothing more.

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