Mafia love

“I’m coming, Luc,” she hummed.

“Not yet, goddess.” That was new. I’d never said that to her before.

A bewildered look crossed her face. “Ughhh… ahhhhh. Luc, I have to.”

“Hold it. Come when I say.” With another smile, I stroked her in long, teasing strokes and relished in the desperation that brimmed in her beautiful eyes.

“Please, I have to.”

“No, amore mio, you never have to beg me. Just trust me when I say you’ll enjoy it more this way.”

She sucked in a breath and held on to my shoulder, squeezing down hard with her fingers pressing into my skin through the cotton of my shirt.

Lowering my head again, I continued to incite the pleasure I wanted to give her. My tongue once again pushed into her core, but instead of the wildness I’d first exhibited, I licked her in short, precise strokes. That made her squirm, like I’d hoped, and when I had her right where I wanted her, I moved away and placed two fingers inside her, moving in and out the same way I would with my cock.

The shocked look on her face turned me on even more. Before she could get over that, I moved back to her breast and sucked hard. Fucking her with my fingers and tasting her delicious breasts, both of them, alternating from one to the other. It was fucking amazing.

When I felt like she couldn’t handle any more, I decided to release her from the pleasure-filled torture.

I moved up to her lips and brushed my mouth over hers. “Come for me, goddess.”

Her eyes that had been squeezed tight flew open, and she sucked in a deep sharp breath but released it on a ragged breath and moaned into her glorious orgasm.

“Luc…” she cried out, and I was so glad that Raphael was a few doors down. I seriously hoped he didn’t hear that. Maybe he did. Maybe the others did too, but fuck it. I didn’t care.

What I cared about was having her in this moment of raw passion and succumbing to the will and hold it had on us. Whoever the fuck heard wouldn’t be dumb enough to come in here and disturb us, Raphael included.

He’d wanted me to win his daughter’s heart, and I had. I had and lost my heart to her too.

I lost my heart and my soul to her.

“Good girl.” My fingers were soaked with her heavenly juices, which I moved up to my mouth to taste, then I leaned back down to her core so I could drink the rest.

Her skin felt hot, and I was almost buzzing with the energy I sensed from her.

Light fingers fluttered over my face, and I returned my gaze to hers to see her smiling.

“You’re the devil,” she cooed.

“Yes… I am.” I meant that in more ways than one. I was the devil for her, the devil that turned her to my dark world of crime and blood for blood.

But she was the queen of my heart and soul. I bent only to her will.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I reminded her.

“Take me,” she cooed on a wild breath and with lust in her eyes.

“I plan to.” I shrugged out of my clothes and tossed them to the corner of the room, then I flipped her over, so that she was on her hands and knees with her beautiful, firm ass pushed out for me to take.

Her hair fell forward over her angelic face, turning up the sexiness of her. Unable to tamp down my need to be inside her, I guided my cock to her entrance and thrust right inside. Her knees wobbled from the impact, and the tightness of her pretty pussy almost made me come right there. Just from that one thrust.

She moaned out loud again, and I caught sight of us in the corner of her long standing mirrors. The sight was purely erotic and hot with her massive tits bobbling in front of her as I started a slow pump, then sped up. I grabbed her hips and increased my pace before I held it, staying in that rhythm we both loved.

Fire licked at my skin in wild, hot flames of desire and passion. Her skin felt hot to touch too, just like before but hotter. She was already moaning loud, but my increased pace and pounding made her cry out even more.

When I started rutting into her like an animal, we both started moaning.

That was when I verged on the precipice of my own release.

“Amelia, I’m going to fuck you hard.” Hard just the way she liked it.

Fucking hell, this time felt different to any other time. Make love, have sex, fuck. This was everything and something else on its own.

She winced and moaned, grasping for the sheets and panting.

Passion seized me and took control of my body, taking her too. We couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop it, and I didn’t want to. My release exploded from me on a hot, virile eruption. Filling me with the flames of fire that licked over my skin.

She came again too, and the walls of her core grabbed me tight, milking me dry, draining me inside her.

We both collapsed in a hot sexual heap, breathing hard from the wildness of our love making.

I pulled her against my chest, holding her tight, holding her to me where I wanted to keep her forever.

I wished I could.

I had her two more times before we fell asleep. Drunk on love. I held her in my arms, and we stayed that way.

When morning broke, reality came with it, and I knew I had to leave. I just didn’t want to yet.

Not yet.

Not… yet.

She didn’t even know the plan, and I didn’t want to tell her yet.

Those feather-soft fingers fluttered over my forearm, rubbing along the edge where fine hairs covered the surface of my skin. She lingered on the Japanese character for earth I had tattooed on the crook of my elbow.

“Morning,” she cooed, twisting around to face me.

I moved down to kiss her and rubbed my finger over her breast to play with her right nipple.

“Morning, baby. Did you have a nice sleep?”

“I did. I dreamt we were in Italy, at the villa.”

I smiled at the thought. Yes. What a good thought. I’d always talked about that villa, and in one of my dreams, she lay naked in the sea of gardenias in the front garden. She lay there under the moonlight in all her glory and beauty.

“Were you naked in the garden of gardenia’s?” I chuckled.

“No, but they were there. I was sitting in the grass watching you.”

“What was I doing?” I loved the radiance of the sun washing over her, picking out the lighter brown parts of her eyes.

“Walking toward me with a bonsai tree. Butterflies surrounded you.

Pink ones like the ones that live in Italy.”

I cupped her face, feeling my heart swell. “It will happen.”

When we first met, I’d introduced her to my love of flowers and gardening. I had a bonsai tree I’d had for years. I was dumb when I took it to LA and stupid to surround the thing with butterflies. That whole setup must have withered away by now. I hadn’t seen my plant in over a month.

It was so stupid to think of such a thing now. Maybe I’d be lucky enough to make it through all this craziness and become the gardener, and she the dancer.

It seemed like a dream because if I knew anything, it was that this was another quiet before the storm. The last few weeks were part of the game.

Part of Victor’s game.

I didn’t know Tag, but I knew enough from what I’d seen over the last few weeks to know he was probably crazier than Victor.