Page 18 of The Mafia's Property

“When I give you instructions, obey them,” he said before bringing down his palm over my ass cheek. I squealed at the sudden and sharp pain.

“I did, I was following—”

Slap.

“Nico’s instructions!”

Slap.

“I’m sorry!”

“No, you’re not.” Slap. This time, his hand lingered a little and strayed down to my pussy. He parted my legs and slapped the other cheek.

“I said I’m sorry!”

“You don’t sound sorry.” He slapped me again, and like last time, his hand went further down, caressing my nether lips in the process. The punishment was arousing and instead of wanting him to stop, I want him to continue. His fingers linger, stroking my pussy lips before delivering another stinging blow onto them. I let out a moan.

“You like this.” His voice sounded heavy with desire. Probably what mine would sound like if I dared to respond. I felt a soothing sensation as he, instead of slapping me again, rubbed my cheeks as if to ease the pain while his other hand wandered to my clit and stroked the highly sensitive bud. “Fuck you’re so soft,” he groaned. “No wonder Nico likes you.”

“Feels like you do too,” I said, rubbing my crotch against his erection.

He slapped my right butt cheek. “No,” he replied. “This is different. Just a hot-blooded reaction.” He sounded like he was trying to convince not me, but himself. “I fucking hate you.”

A statement like that would have repulsed any normal woman, but clearly my brain was muddled by his sweet strokes. I moaned in response instead of jolting up and getting out of his grip. I gyrated against his cock instead of resisting his hand. It’s as if my body had a mind of it’s own and it was seeking something it wasn’t fully aware of yet. As his strokes went a little deeper, I encouraged him by opening up my legs a little wider so he could have better access to my pussy.

“You’re such a hot little slut.” I moaned and ground my groin against his cock. He rewarded me by flicking my clit a little faster and squeezing it. A gush of wetness dripped out.

“Damn.” His voice was hoarse. “You will soak my jeans if you continue like that.” My back arched as I felt one finger enter my pussy. Then another one. Stretching it wider and giving me a dull sweet ache. I want him to soothe that, too. I felt him hit a barrier and then pause. “The fuck?” Enrico removed his fingers so fast I cried at being deprived of them. “It’s not possible,” he muttered again. He flipped me over to face him. Now it’s my pussy that was exposed for his pleasure, but his gaze was on my face and not down there.

“Are you a virgin?”

Caught. I nodded. There was no reason to lie.

“Impossible.”

“Well, I’ve never slept with anyone before,” I said. His hand went to my pussy again, and I stifled a moan as he inserted two fingers, probing inside. His movements were clinical, but that didn’t stop my greedy pussy from clenching against them. “Fuck.” His voice sounds strained. “You’re intact.” He immediately let go of me and set me on the bed. I had to steady myself from the vertigo of going from laying across someone aroused, to sitting beside them in a matter of seconds still aroused. “Does Nico know?”

I shook my head.

“Go. Leave.”

“What?”

“I said get out!”

I got up and practically ran out of there.

Rico

A fucking virgin! What kind of oxymoron is a virgin stripper? Is this why Nico is into her so much? But that didn’t add up because he didn’t know. No, he wants her for his other purposes. So that Maeve chic he was so obsessed about would be jealous. Why he was into Maeve, I have no idea. Even stripper Freya or Cherish, as she liked to go by when working, was a better person than the sorry excuse of a human being that was Maeve. And now I find out she’s a virgin. If that was the case, that meant Nico hadn’t fucked her yet and she was lying when she said Nico sent her to look for condoms. Nico and Freya were yet to develop a sexual relationship. Which begs the question; what was she doing in my room?

I went over to the drawer and pressed the button at the bottom. The false wall parted and the glass safe drew out. The big shiny blue jewel inside glimmered back at me and the little white diamonds surrounding it shimmer as they catch the light in the room. The necklace was intact. According to an appraiser, the jewel was worth at least one hundred million. It was one of the long-lost Romanov dynasty jewels and could fetch a much higher amount if sold on the European markets. I pressed the button and watched as the little safe went back into it’s hiding place. It couldn’t be the jewel she was looking for? Few knew of its existence. I didn’t even know about it at all until we found it in Saccone’s well-hidden safe. Had he not kidnapped Corina, we would have known nothing about it.

I don’t suspect her of wanting to steal it or even knowing anything about it, but one can’t be too careful these days. There were rumors of spies, and she could be one of them. She worked at one of Saccone’s joints, after all. I brushed back my hair and caught a whiff of her scent on my fingers. Virgin. Who would have thought that someone like her would be intact? How old was she? Twenty-three, her file said? She had gone that long in the sex industry without having sex? I glanced down at my hard cock, getting a little harder at the thought of being her first and immediately feeling a little disgusted with myself. I am not into that sort of thing. I prefer my women experienced and aware of what they were doing, not barely legal teenagers. However, the weird conundrum of Freya was that she’s not that young, nor did she seem like she didn’t know what she was doing.

I hadn’t meant to react the way I did when I saw her in my room until I saw that juicy ass. She was standing bend over the bedside drawer, her ass very much on display in the tiny skirt she had on. I felt desire shoot straight down to my groin in a matter of seconds, and after that, I could not behave like a normal person. My vision tunneled. I no longer care about anything but the need to touch her. Feel her in my hands. But all of that was mixed together with the need to punish her for daring to disobey me and my orders. No one has ever disobeyed me. Not any of the previous properties. Not my men. Never. Except her. So I did the first thing that came to mind and threw her over my lap. I thought she was going to scream or cry. I didn’t expect her to grind my cock and moan so sexily in response. It made me hate her more. And want her more.

But she’s Nico’s woman and a virgin, to boot. Our woman, a stray thought suggests. Technically true. When she signed the contract, she agreed to become not just beholden to Nico and obey all his commands, but mine as well. She was my woman just as much as she’s Nico’s. But would I be able to handle his anger if he were to find out that I slept with her after refusing her so adamantly?

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