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Scott — I'm here pt 4
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After crying her eyes out, she got up and headed towards the closet. She returned to me with a gift box. "Happy birthday," she said, and I smiled from ear to ear, taking it from her. As I opened the box and pulled out a brand new camera, she went off about all the research she did to buy it for me. "I know it's not a film camera like you prefer, but it's a similar model to your digital camera back home," she said, waiting for a response as I tinkered with my new toy. This was so fucking sweet. She knew what I wanted before I even did. Holding a camera after all this time was surreal. "It's actually a better model," I told her, comforted by having a small piece of my old life returned to me. I slipped the strap of the camera around my neck and asked, "Will you be my model?" Then I picked her up and laid her down on the pillows. "I'm naked," she said, blushing shyly like I hadn't seen it all. "You have panties on," I said with a smirk as I took her picture. "Actually th
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She definitely had a headstart on me, but I'd be damned if I wasn't getting between her legs now. "I know you loved every bit of me touching you all over while you played with my dick," I said, slipping the loofah in between her legs as I fought off a groan. "Is your pussy frustrated, Stace?" She moaned loudly as the loofah went back and forth between her legs, gripping my dick tighter. "Fuck," I cursed, unable to help it. She had me on the very edge. I dropped the loofah and shoved a finger into her pussy, backing her up against the wall as I pumped into her. I pressed my forehead up against hers, both of us panting as we resisted giving in. "Is your dick ready to blow yet, baby?" she asked, grinning at me. I was so fucking close and she wasn't letting up. Unwilling to go out without at least getting another finger into her, I pumped into her quickly. Then I put my other hand on her clit and started rubbing in fast circles, slipping another finger into her and finge
Last Updated : 2025-03-12His Mafia Princess Scott — It's my birthday pt 3
"How come you never asked me to fuck you? We could have gotten here sooner. You could have been my wife by now," I said, daring to dream. "Because I didn't just want a fuck, Scott. I wanted you. There was a fucking half naked chick in your bed and you didn't want your dick in her. I'm fucking hot and awesome, so that obviously wasn't the problem. You just weren't ready. So I waited until you were. I know what you've been through with other women. I didn't rush you then and I won't rush you now," said my beautifully honest, drunk girl. Her saying she didn't want to rush me made me want to pound her pussy onto next Tuesday, drunk or not, but I was also so incredibly grateful for what she gave me. A chance to grow close to her. Love her. So that when we fucked, it would be amazing. And it was. The first time. On the kitchen floor tonight and every other time in between. "You do understand that just made my dick harder, right? Like fucking steel," I told he
Last Updated : 2025-03-12His Mafia Princess Stacy— We Went Live
There's this joke that goes, "I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn’t work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness."If daddy was God, then Scott was my bike. And every single time I went back home was me asking for forgiveness for knowing him. Waking up in Scott's arms was bad for my resolve. I tried so hard to tell him last night that I was leaving, this time for good. But when I looked into his warm brown eyes and his goofy smile revealed his dimples, I lost my nerve. Now here I was, lying in his bed next to him, gently brushing his dark curls with my fingers, thinking about how much time we had left before my flight tonight. "You've accomplished absolutely nothing in the last seven years. It's time to come home," daddy had decreed. I couldn't exactly say he was wrong. With my father uprooting me every couple of months to come home and "Take care of business", I still hadn't declared a major. If I had, NYU likely would have academically excluded me by now. My
Last Updated : 2024-11-21His Mafia Princess Stacy— I declared a major
Kenny always says that I'm girlfriend goals for Scott, because we never argue. Well we were about to debunk that myth on the side walk of a busy New York road. "I have to go," I said, making my way to the door of the bakery. Conflicting thoughts went through my head. I knew, with absolute certainty, that the door to me coming back to New York or having any sort of life outside of being Luca's wife would close when I got on that plane. But what choice did I have now that I'd exposed Scott's existence to the entire mafia?"Stacy, wait," I heard Scott call out to me. I couldn't see his face, but I was so caught up in my own feelings that it wouldn't have mattered what he looked like anyway. Behind the fear and the paranoia, I was just exhausted. Trying to run from being Don Angelo's daughter had drained me. Something in me snapped and I exclaimed, "You're not going to change my mind. This wedding is happening." Even as I said the words, briskly walking to keep Scott from catching up
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Earlier that day… "I think you're being a little bitch," said Willow, sipping on her smoothie. "You've said that already. Thanks for siding with your brother by the way," I said, nudging her gently. Not two hours after walking away from Stacy, I picked Willow up at the airport. She was here for the weekend, checking out NYU to see if she might want to go here next year and I was showing her around. Seeing Stacy upset had caused me physical pain, a tightening in my chest, but I needed to get away from her. It felt like there was nothing else to say. She was going to do what she was going to do. That was probably the anger talking, but I didn't want to hurt her by saying something I couldn’t take back. So I left. Now the whole thing was haunting me. "You didn't let me finish. You're being a little bitch and I think it's great. Fantastic in fact," Willow continued, as we walked the same paths I used to walk with Stacy. "I went on live television and declared how well I know her. Wel
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"I'm home. Where's the new girl?" Kenny called out, the distinct rattle of his keys being set down on the counter reaching me in the living room. He walked into the room at the same time as Scott and the brunette. My insides turned and twisted in on itself when I saw Scott. We awkwardly looked away at the same time. "Stace? But you're supposed to be—" Kenny cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Nevermind her, we're going anywhere that's not here," said the brunette, grabbing her coat off the couch and forcing Kenny to backtrack. "We'll pick the one when I get back?" she said, looking back at me with a smile, sounding excited.It had taken me all this time to place her voice, having only ever heard it over Zoom calls. I took a step forward and looked her in the eye for the first time since getting here. "Willow Brady?" I exclaimed, covering up my surprise with a quick smile. "Yes, of course. I may have found you something even better than what we talked about."So this was the
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"So what exactly do you do for the mafia that has your dad calling you back every couple of months?" Stacy scrunched up her face, hesitating. By now she had detailed her father's entire operation. What was one more thing? I knew more details than I was comfortable with knowing. Was knowing this shit safe? Sleep would not come easily tonight. This was the last question I got to ask Stacy before Kenny and Willow walked through the door at one in the morning. "Parrrr-ttttyyy," they howled together, stumbling through the door. "Willow Eleanor Brady, are you drunk?" I asked, getting up from my seat at the island to follow her into the living room. "I guess that's my cue to leave," Stacy mumbled behind me, taking the opportunity to get up too and duck her head. "Full naming me, I see cool bro mode is not active," said Willow, dragging Kenny's inebriated body to the couch and dumping him onto it."I'll see you both tomorrow," said Stacy, her eyes pleading for me not to ask my question a
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His Mafia Princess Scott — It's my birthday pt 3
"How come you never asked me to fuck you? We could have gotten here sooner. You could have been my wife by now," I said, daring to dream. "Because I didn't just want a fuck, Scott. I wanted you. There was a fucking half naked chick in your bed and you didn't want your dick in her. I'm fucking hot and awesome, so that obviously wasn't the problem. You just weren't ready. So I waited until you were. I know what you've been through with other women. I didn't rush you then and I won't rush you now," said my beautifully honest, drunk girl. Her saying she didn't want to rush me made me want to pound her pussy onto next Tuesday, drunk or not, but I was also so incredibly grateful for what she gave me. A chance to grow close to her. Love her. So that when we fucked, it would be amazing. And it was. The first time. On the kitchen floor tonight and every other time in between. "You do understand that just made my dick harder, right? Like fucking steel," I told he
His Mafia Princess Scott — It's my birthday pt 2
She definitely had a headstart on me, but I'd be damned if I wasn't getting between her legs now. "I know you loved every bit of me touching you all over while you played with my dick," I said, slipping the loofah in between her legs as I fought off a groan. "Is your pussy frustrated, Stace?" She moaned loudly as the loofah went back and forth between her legs, gripping my dick tighter. "Fuck," I cursed, unable to help it. She had me on the very edge. I dropped the loofah and shoved a finger into her pussy, backing her up against the wall as I pumped into her. I pressed my forehead up against hers, both of us panting as we resisted giving in. "Is your dick ready to blow yet, baby?" she asked, grinning at me. I was so fucking close and she wasn't letting up. Unwilling to go out without at least getting another finger into her, I pumped into her quickly. Then I put my other hand on her clit and started rubbing in fast circles, slipping another finger into her and finge
His Mafia Princess Scott— It's my birthday pt 1
After crying her eyes out, she got up and headed towards the closet. She returned to me with a gift box. "Happy birthday," she said, and I smiled from ear to ear, taking it from her. As I opened the box and pulled out a brand new camera, she went off about all the research she did to buy it for me. "I know it's not a film camera like you prefer, but it's a similar model to your digital camera back home," she said, waiting for a response as I tinkered with my new toy. This was so fucking sweet. She knew what I wanted before I even did. Holding a camera after all this time was surreal. "It's actually a better model," I told her, comforted by having a small piece of my old life returned to me. I slipped the strap of the camera around my neck and asked, "Will you be my model?" Then I picked her up and laid her down on the pillows. "I'm naked," she said, blushing shyly like I hadn't seen it all. "You have panties on," I said with a smirk as I took her picture. "Actually th
His Mafia Princess Scott — I'm here pt 4
Resigning myself to my fate as an enslaved man, I relented. Not for me, but for her and everything she wasn't saying. While I believed that she wanted me to get back to our old life, I knew she wanted it too. It was all she ever wanted. It broke my heart that some part of her still seemed to believe she didn't deserve it. She didn't talk about us having a full life together, but instead said she was going to take me home. Give me a full life. That didn't really matter though, because any life I had was going to include her. I'd give her everything she was too afraid to hope for. Besides, what choice did I have? The risk of remaining on the run indefinitely was just too great with so many new players on the board. She needed my support and I was going to give it to her. "I wish I could trade places with you, but since I can't, I will let you do what you want. We can fuck as much as you want to if it helps you complete your dead man's switch. I will support you," I said, and she bea
His Mafia Princess Scott— I'm here pt 3
"Daddy said he'd make me kill you," she said in between sniffles as I came round to squat before her and take her hands. "He said you'd be on your knees and he'd put a gun in my hand and make me decide who got to kill you, me or him," she said, rapidly spitting the words out. She started hyperventilating halfway through her speech. Well that wasn't terrifying at all. Was this the shit she thought about while recreating the dead man's switch? "He said if I recreated the dead man's switch, he'd kill you. I'd kill you. Make you kill Scott. Make you kill Scott," she said in between laboured breaths. "Stace, baby, I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?" I asked, linking our fingers the way I used to at the coffee shop in France. It didn't work this time. She just kept chanting about killing me, which honestly scared the crap out of me. But I promised her everything would be okay, no matter what she said or did. So I took her face into my ha
His Mafia Princess Scott — I'm here pt 2
She sat next to me, quietly listening to my speech, then moved to get up. I gave her my hands to hold so she wouldn't fall. "I want to tell you about the typewriter now," she said, staring down at me. "Just don't be mad, okay?" she said, looking like the innocent girl I met seven years ago as she turned and wandered off on her own. I followed her to her study, a place I hadn't been allowed into since I brought up the typewriter. She pulled out a thick binder and handed it to me, spinning around in her office chair. "It's—" "I know what it is," I said, flipping through the sheets of her dead man's switch. It was probably my turn to share my secret, since it clearly tied into hers, but she wasn't done just yet. "This is why we have so much sex," she said, hiding her blushing cheeks behind her hands, as much a bashful drunk as a honest one. "Go on," I said, sitting down across from her. She folded her hands
His Mafia Princess Scott — I'm here pt 1
It was five minutes before my birthday. After I fucked her a few hours ago, we had a quiet dinner, then somehow wound up back on the kitchen floor. She was drunk off her ass. When she said she wanted to get drunk with me, I understood the implications. Booze was her truth serum. She was finally going to talk to me. No, we were going to talk to each other. "I don't think anyone has ever loved me," she said, slurring her words as she set the wine glass down between us. It took a lot of booze to get her this drunk and I definitely wasn't fucking her again tonight, but it was worth it to have a real conversation with her. I made an effort to not get as drunk as her without her noticing so I could take care of her. I didn't need the booze to tell her my shit anyway. Long before the drinking, I decided I was going to be honest with her. "That's ridiculous. There are married men that are still in love with you. Definitely still Kyle," I said, my tipsy brain taunting me with other men thin
His Mafia Princess Scott—We're in Prague pt 4
The anger turned into a slow, piercing ache. Her questions weren't that crazy after all. She was there for all the other women. She saw what it meant to be with me. What she didn't know was that I've done exactly what she was accusing me of with so many women. Fucked them to get out of saying the words. It sucked that she was asking anyway, because she did get the words from me. She was the only one. Didn't that mean anything to her? "No baby," I said, my voice softening for her. "I'm going to fuck you because clearly telling you I love you every day isn't enough. For some fucked up reason, you don't believe I will always love you, no matter what dumb shit we go through. It was stupid to stop fucking you. The truth is the pain in your eyes scared me. I freaked out, because I didn't know how to help you, but I swear I'll never turn away from you when you're hurting again."When she started crying in earnest, I rolled off of her and laid down next to her, flat on my back. Listening to
His Mafia Princess Scott — We're in Prague pt 3
I thought about what she said as I followed her into the house. She wasn't entirely wrong. The secret she was keeping pissed me off, but I figured we were even on that front. It was nothing compared to the pain I saw in her eyes since Rome. I couldn't fix what was happening in her head. I couldn't make it better for her. I couldn't take the pain away and it killed me. I feel so fucking powerless. Tell me baby, what can I do? When I got into the kitchen, she brought me an ice pack and laid it down on my jaw. I watched her do it without protest. This game wasn't fun anymore. Baby, the pain in your eyes is killing me. Let me in. Even if it's not pretty and there's nothing I can do. Even if we both hate it. Please just talk to me. She took my hand, put it on the ice pack and let go, turning her back on me. Just as I was getting up the nerve to tell her she was right, that not knowing how to help her was fucking with me, she spun back around, her eyes still blazing. "Do you stil
