Page 63 of Mafia Virgin (The Kings of Italy)

“Does the piercing feel good?”

“Yes, especially when my innocent wife plays with it.”

Emma’s eyes met mine. “Is that why you’re staying erect?”

More blood filled my dick. Soon I would be ready to go again. “Your curiosity is turning me on.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks turned the most adorable shade of pink. “Oh,” she repeated.

I took pity on her. As much as I’d like to spend all day corrupting her, I had things to do. “Tonight, when I get home? You may call your uncle.”

“Why not now?” She wrapped her arms around her legs, like she was trying to get as small as possible. “He’s probably awake.”

“Because I want to be there when you talk to him and I don’t have time right now.” I motioned to the bed. “Lie back.”

“Why? I thought we were done.”

“You don’t ask why, wife. You do as I say when I say it. Now, lie back.” Reluctantly, she relaxed onto the mattress. “Spread your legs.”

“Giacomo,” she whined.

“Do it, bambina.”

With a heavy sigh she shifted to open her legs. Fuck, that was nice. Her pussy, swollen and wet, was spread out before me. I grabbed my phone out of my jeans pocket.

“No way. You are not taking photos of me.”

She twisted and tried to get away, so I clamped my hand on her ankle, holding her still. “They are only for me. No one else will ever see them. Te lo prometto, moglie.”

“Hard pass. Your phone could get hacked. Someone else could see them.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “You think someone can hack my phone? Do you believe I am so stupid as to leave myself vulnerable like that? And if someone is hacking my phone, they are not looking for dirty photos.”

“I don’t care. They could be used to blackmail me or my family.”

My fingers tightened on her skin at the idea. “No one will dare blackmail you. If someone tries, I will chop him into tiny pieces and let the sharks have them. Now, lean back and let me take photos of your pussy.”

“Why?”

“Because it gets me hard to see that virgin cunt after I make you come. I want to look at it later when I’m jerking off.”

“Oh, my god.” Dropping her head, she rubbed her forehead against her arms. “I can’t believe that’s something you want.”

Was she serious? Did she not know? “Sei bellissima, mia piccola innocente.”

“Stop.” She didn’t appear pleased by the compliment. Did she not believe me? Emma didn’t try to be sexy, she just was.

Then I became distracted because she unfolded her arms, leaned back on the bed, and opened herself up to me again. I could barely breathe, it was so hot.

“There,” she said. “And donotget my face in the photos.”

In case she changed her mind, I moved quickly. I opened my camera app and took the photos I wanted. By the time I finished I was fully hard again. Merda, this woman. I needed to fuck her soon. “I’m done.”

“Thank goodness.” Flicking a glance at my erection, Emma hopped off the bed and hurried toward the bathroom. “See you later,” she called right before closing the door.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was running scared. The idea of it caused something unusual to happen, something that had rarely ever happened in this house: A wide grin split my face.

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