Page 43 of The Mafia's Property

“Kiss me,” I said, peering up, eyes closed. When nothing happened, I opened them to see him staring back at me. I made a mistake. I am the property. He commands me, not the other way round. “Kiss me, please,” I said again. “Please, I want to feel your—” he didn’t let me finish. He captured my lips with his and devoured them like he was devouring his last meal. I felt the same. The hunger he had was the same one I had. The hunger for his body.

My hands which had been plastered on his chest, wondered around his back so I could hold on to him without crumbling under the onslaught of his kiss. I could feel myself getting carried away into the magical land he was taking me with his kiss, but then he pulled back. I groaned in frustration and moaned when I felt those same lips on my neck. Kissing and trailing down to my cleavage. The little blouse I had on was buttoned up and that barrier frustrated him so much he ripped the shirt. It tore in parts, but not completely. However, it did what he intended. My bra clad breasts were bared to him, the fire in his eyes inflamed me in turn. “You have the most amazing tits I have ever seen.”

His gaze was locked in on them as if mesmerized. It was like a confidence booster, like I was the sexiest person in the world. I raised my chest, thrusting them in his face. He groaned and grabbed them, tightly at first, making me moan, then gently, caressing, before ripping the bra off in one shocking move. The pieces fell off into two braces around my arms. “You should always be like this. Disheveled and ready to be ravaged.” He palmed one breast, playing with the nipple as if he was trying to tweak me into a response. He continued like that until he got it. I moaned at first, then screamed when he squeezed it. His lips came down on it and he licked it, assuaging the pain and arousing me even more. He went to the other breast and admonished the same pleasure and pain that was slowly driving me insane.

“I need you,” I said as he continued to play with my nipples non-stop. “Please, I need you inside me.”

He growled against my chest. “Your wish is my command.” In one move, he turned me around, so that I was facing the windows. A couch was in front of us. He bent me over the armrest and flipped my skirt up. His hand went down my butt and slid into the moist center of my pussy. “You’re fucking wet. Were you wet all this time?”

I moaned.

“Answer me. Were you wet since we came here? “

He played with my clit, rubbing and flicking it back and forth, making it hard for me to concentrate on his words. Even my voice was strained when I replied, “Before. I was wet before we went to the restaurant. I wanted you to fuck me long before that. Oh!”

His cock entered me at that exact moment, pushing me forwards against the armrest. I almost toppled over the couch, but he caught my hair in time and pulled me against his chest. His thrust was quick at one time and slow at another. His rhythm was so chaotic that I had to cede all control to him and let him fuck me. Not only was it arousing to be fucked like that, it was wild and intense. His hand caressed my back and butt. “You’re so beautiful.” He sounded as lost as I was. I couldn’t respond with anything coherent. I just grunted. Everything around me disappeared, and all was left was the sensation of Nico’s cock as it thrust into me relentlessly. His hand went down to my pussy and he caressed my clit, increasing the insane and blinding emotions swirling inside me.

I was about to lose it as I reached that peak when I heard a sound coming from the foyer. The sound of the door opening and the shuffling of feet.

“Nico,” I was breathless with desire and barely able to utter his name. Part of me was. He responded by thrusting faster. “Nico, someone’s coming.” If he heard me, he didn’t show it. And if he did, it was as if the prospect aroused him. He gripped me tighter, almost bruising. Meanwhile, I was afraid to be caught in the middle of getting fucked from behind. What if it was one of his men? Or that brother of theirs, Dante. Or Rico. The last one was more intriguing. The thought of caught by him wasn’t as off-putting as it should be.

“Nico,” I said again when I heard the footsteps coming towards us. They were definitely making their way to us. Then they stopped. I turned my head around to see Rico standing a few feet from us, staring back at the x rated live performance we were giving him.

I wanted to say Rico is here, but all that I let out was “Rico.”

“Let him watch,” Nico said, “So he knows you’re mine.” And to demonstrate that, he pulled me up by my hair, exposing my upper body to him. I watched as Rico’s nostrils flared. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Nico said. Whether it was for my benefit, or Rico’s I couldn’t say. Rico’s lips curled. He did not like it one bit, I thought. Despite that, I wanted him to join us. I wanted him to come over and thrust his dick into my mouth as his brother thrust me forward from behind. Like a slut, that made me even hotter. Rico’s blazing gaze raking over my body and Nico’s wild fucking and the little kiss he placed on my nape was enough to make me come. I convulsed against Nico’s cock, and Nico was not far behind. Rico cursed and went beyond to his room.

I wanted them both, I thought as I came down from the orgasm. I wanted to fuck them both. How pathetic.

Nico

AFTER THE LIVING room fuck session, we continued in my bedroom. She was like nothing I’ve ever had before. Her lust was unmatched. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. It made the lovemaking that much sweeter. Her insatiable lust made me want her all the more. And after a night of exploring each other’s bodies, I returned her back to her bedroom in the wee hours of the morning. She was weak as I was, but she didn’t want to let go of me when I placed her in her bed. Her thigh brushed against my cock and it twitched to life. And when I bent to lay her down, she drew my neck down to kiss me. Her tongue licked and nipped at my lips until I surrendered, and I let her in until I realized what I was doing. “No. You need some sleep. I need the same too. Stop.” Her hand wandered down to my cock and she was rubbing the head slowly.

“Fuck,” I said, getting into bed with her and on top of her. “You asked for this.” She giggled as I pushed her legs apart and placed myself in-between them. I swallowed the laughs with my kisses and soon turn them into moans. The sex was slow and lazy this time. We had worn ourselves out through the night. I felt raw and she must have felt the same, but I didn’t mind. Freya was just as eager as I was and rode with me all the way. Her cries as she came were so arousing they made me come immediately after her.

I slept in her bed and when morning came a couple of hours later; I woke up. I’m not a heavy sleeper and I can always wake up at the same time of the day. Freya lay still as a log and snoring prettily. Taking a shower with her would be a fantastic idea, but I think it was better to let her sleep. Last night was our first time, and I intended for it to happen again and often. There were going to be many times where we showered together, especially after we go to the island. I went to her bathroom and took my shower there.

Her scent was all over, making my morning wood even harder. Bathing with her soap did not help, it made things worse and after a few minutes of constraint; I gave up and rubbed on out, thinking of how hot she looked as I drilled into her last night. Even Rico had been jealous of what he was missing. His eyes said it all. He wants her as much as I do, but knowing my smug brother, he probably would not want to admit it even to himself.

I closed the shower, feeling a little relief, but not a lot. I still wanted her. Insane. I dried myself and opened the medicine cabinet looking for after shave until I remembered whose bathroom I was in, but as I was about to close it, something peculiar caught my eye. A vial of some drug I’ve never seen before. Eye medication? I wondered. I was the one who stocked this place and everything I put in here was there and unused, including all medication I bought. This bottle wasn’t part of it. I lifted the bottle to the light. It looked clear. I opened it and squeezed a couple of drops into the sink. It was odorless and normal looking. So why were the hairs on the back of my neck raised? It could not be because I thought it was. What? A drug? She wasn’t an addict; she had tests done as part of the audition. It could also be harmless medication. It could also be a harmful substance meant for someone else. Me? Now I was driving myself insane. But what if I am right? Fuck it. I took out some of the eye medication and dumped the contents into the sink, put some of this odorless, colorless substance into the eye medication bottle and returned the bottle where it was. It could be something, it could be nothing. But to ease my suspicion, I had to test it. My money was on this being saline solution. I was going to look crazy when I get Sunny to check this out.

Freya was still sound asleep when I got back to the bedroom. There was nothing about her that screamed deceit, as much as Rico thought she was not all that she appeared to be. But what if he was right? Lately, I’ve been getting the feeling she’s hiding something. Better to be suspicious than end up wearing clown makeup. I left her to her sleep and went to my room to change, then went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I needed it after last night. Rico was already there. Dressed in black and ready to go to work like an overzealous undertaker. “Why are you still here?” I asked him as I went to the espresso machine and made myself a cup. “I thought you would have gone by now.”

“I thought you would still be with the Property.”

“She wore me out. You’re missing out on some good pussy, man. But hey, all for me.”

“Trust me, I’m good.”

“Really? Why do I feel like that’s a load of bullshit? You’ve been cranky ever since I came back from Europe. Are you sure it’s not sex you need?”

Rico gulped down his coffee. “I’m sure,” he said and turned his attention to his phone. You’d think whatever he was reading was some riveting piece of news, but I’m sure he was avoiding my gaze. If I didn’t know him, I would have thought he wasn’t being completely honest with me. He never used that quiet tone unless there was something he didn’t want me to know. Maybe it was the birthday party. “You don’t have to throw one, you know,” I said.

“Throw what?” His brow furrowed.

“Surprise birthday party? I know you’re planning one.”

“Ugh. Did she tell you?”

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