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Scott—Our first official date pt 1
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I had a few minutes to get it together before Stacy walked out of the bedroom in an olive green dress. It was my favorite thing on her. She wore it on our first unofficial date after we got together. I can't believe I'm now separating our dates into official and unofficial. Everything about us being whatever the fuck we were for the last six months was now triggering to me."You look beautiful. You're always beautiful," I said, holding my hand out to her."Thanks," she said, beaming at me as she took my hand in hers.I told her this was only happening if we could ditch the feds by going out through the fire escape and catching a cab, as I didn't feel like being stalked all night. After some reluctance, she agreed.She refused to give up the small show of intimacy of holding my hand, reclaiming it right after we got into the cab and then again when we got to the hotel selected for us
Last Updated : 2025-01-16His Mafia Princess Scott—Our first official date pt 3
"No, Stacy I'm not—""Can I offer you guys anything else?" the waitress said, showing up out of nowhere like a fucking ghost, her body bent over the table, her arms squeezing her breasts together.Stacy mouthed see and I struggled not to go into stitches. Then she grabbed my hand again and squeezed hard, smiling sweetly up at the waitress while staring daggers at her.Instead of walking away from the crazy chick sitting across from me, as I no doubt would have done if it were anyone else, I indulged her."You have huge jugs," I said to Stacy, looking her directly in the eyes.She squeezed my hand again, indicating that I wasn't done."Your tits look amazing when you're braless," I said, feeling my ears reddening.Subtle, Scott.At least Stacy was pleased, beaming from ea
Last Updated : 2025-01-17His Mafia Princess Scott — I love her pt 1
When the restaurant kicked us out because they were closing, I took her upstairs, to the room Marlene had booked for us. "Damn, Kenny's a lucky guy. Marlene knows how to treat," she said, kicking off her shoes as we entered the suite. "I might have told them you were bummed about missing out on Vermont," I said, taking her into my arms from behind. "I was," she said, leaning back into my embrace.We fooled around as we explored the place. When we found the jacuzzi, I wasted no time getting her out of her dress and pulling my own clothes and shoes off. I grabbed the bottle of complimentary Scotch and threw her over my shoulder. She giggled all the way back outside until I set her down. Once we got into the water, I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her like the gentleman I wasn't. Three dates, my ass. Even if I had gone about this the right way, I would have been inside her after the very first date. The idea that I never would be again, that ev
Last Updated : 2025-01-18His Mafia Princess Scott— I love her pt 2
"I love your body," I told her, my eyes trailing up and down her back and ass as she crawled onto a bed filled with rose petals. She turned around, sat down, leaned back on her hands and spread her legs for me, her bedroom eyes inviting me in between them. Fuck that never got old. I made my way onto the bed, sliding my hands up her legs as I drew closer. "I love your delicious thighs," I said, lowering my head to kiss and suck on her inner thighs, knowing she loved being touched there. Sure enough, she reacted readily, her fingers once again getting tangled in my hair. "You know your way around my body too well," she said, breathless. "I love your perfect round ass," I said, lifting her ass off the bed to kiss her cheeks one at a time. She let out a little yelp, surprised at the sudden movement. I set her down and pulled her towards me by her thighs, our eyes locking, the moment charged with potential. "What else do you love?" she asked, baiting me into saying something. "You
Last Updated : 2025-01-18His Mafia Princess Scott— I love her pt 3
I pulled back, realized the crying hadn't stopped and panicked. "What's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?" I asked, the scotch making me say stupid shit I wouldn't be brave enough to say otherwise. "Stupid. Idiot," she said with a sniffle. "Of course I want you. I love you, you big dummy. I will never not want you, Scott Brady.""Then you will be my princess tonight," I said, pulling back to start thrusting into her. "I'll give you a lifetime of I love yous."And I did. I rocked gently in and out of her, keeping my body pressed up against hers the whole time. Kissing her over and over. Only stopping to tell her how desperately I loved her again and again until my throat was hoarse from saying it. She cried the whole time, every so often assuring me that she was happy, wanted more and that she loved me too. Begging me not to stop touching her. Moving inside her. It was quiet and gentle, much like the way I fell in love with her. Nothing like the way we fucked once we realized what w
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Jeff wasn't quick to respond. He probably never wanted to have this conversation anymore than I did. It's this shameful thing he did, involved me in and we just don't talk about it. Not when it was happening all around me for months. Not when he moved out. Never. When he did finally speak, I immediately saw red."Your mother and I—" he began."Nope, try again. My mother wasn't in that laundry room or in your marital bed when you fucked Melissa in it. Don't you dare put sticking your dick in someone else on her," I said, figuring now was the time to return to the bedroom to put my shirt on. After putting my shirt on, I sat down on the bed and pulled my phone out of my pocket, knowing that I had probably bought precious seconds with that bombshell. Using Jeff's mistakes against him also meant bringing shit up for myself and I was going to pay for it later. But now wasn't the time to dwell on how this was going to fuck me up or get caught up in what happened in this very bed last nigh
Last Updated : 2025-01-19His Mafia Princess Scott — Here's the plan pt 2
"Fuck," he cursed, backing away from me in shock. "I shouldn't have done that. What you said… shit. Let's just take a beat, okay?" "If I say no, will you punch me again?" I asked, holding onto my jaw, hoping for enough guilt to make sure he wanted to leave. I knew I wasn't leaving that room while he was still in it. He backed away some more and then turned around, heading for the door. So much for him being exactly where he needed to be. "No one comes in and no one goes out. Check in on him every five minutes until I get back. Do not underestimate him, Tanya," Jeff said to the older FBI agent by the door before he took off. I gave the women a dazzling smile to test the waters. One of the agents was Tanya, the woman I had pissed off in the interrogation room after the raid. She seemed to remember as she wasn't smiling back. The other, much younger redhead however, that I could work with. I winked at her and she instantly beamed back at me. "What's your name, sweetheart?" I asked,
Last Updated : 2025-01-20His Mafia Princess Scott — Here's the plan pt 3
"Okay, no more questions. Actually one more after I tell you to stop fucking touching me. Why are we in the same stall?" Kenny asked, slapping my hands away from his body."Some of us are trying to take a dump. Get a room upstairs," the guy in the stall next door said."There's literally a fire alarm going off, you dipshit. Get the fuck out," Kenny screamed back, banging on the wall."Okay, that's fair. No more touching. And all the other stalls are full. We lived together for years. I've seen it all, Ken. Get over yourself," I said, pulling my shirt over my head. "I guess we're trading clothes? Let's just hurry, okay?""Two FBI agents are never going to buy that I'm you. I only work out when you force me to. We have completely different body types as is apparent from the way I'm drowning in your suit. You're also noticeably more attractive than me. If we were in Teen Wolf, I
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His Mafia Princess Stacy—I have a theory pt 5
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"Say my name again and I'm going to fuck you senseless. Is that what you want, baby?" he whispered to me, his whole body pressed up against mine as he fucked me."Scott," I muttered seconds later, unable to help it despite pleasure shooting through my every nerve.True to his word, he sped up, grunting madly as he pounded my pussy. I didn't last much longer before I was coming for him, screaming his name into the night."I love you," he said, more to himself than me, a reminder that he cared about me and my pleasure."You're just a big softie in the end, aren't you, Scott Brady?" I said, unable to help myself as he stilled completely inside me, laying gentle kisses on my lips."Don't fuck with my head, Kendrick. You're so fucking tight tonight baby," he said, swallowing as he took deep breaths, hesitance and passion mixing in his eyes.&
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His Mafia Princess Stacy— I have a theory pt 2
… you fail, you'll still be my heir, but I will make you kill Scott.… you fail, you'll still be my heir, but I will make you kill Scott.My whole world became those words. Round and round they went in my head on a loop. I tried twisting the stupid anxiety ring, but I couldn't unsee Scott's blood on my hands.*Come on Stacy, calm the fuck down," I yelled, slapping myself in the face.I looked around to find something to distract myself. Nothing caught my eye.… you'll still be my heir…Stumbling my way out of my study, I made it into the bedroom. There were no photos of us in our new home. We had left them all behind in New York and Scott didn't take new ones anymore. Just in case it somehow tied back to our past, he said. Another thing I took from him.… make you kill Scott
His Mafia Princess Stacy — I have a theory pt 1
The moment he left the coffee shop, I made arrangements to have the rest of my shift covered and went shopping for a new dress. Then I got my hair, nails and make up done. My excitement was palpable. I was on cloud nine, having finally gotten over the whole cappuccino mess.Being me, I even did some research ahead of time into the exhibition and the artist, so I would have some things to say to him. I wanted to be animated and conversational when he presented me with what he'd been surrounding himself with for the last few weeks. He deserved a lively back and forth instead of carrying the conversation like he had been for weeks now.Had I been leaning too hard on him? We were supposed to be in this together and I just sort of checked out. Well tonight would be different.Scott: Headed home now. See you soon?Stacy: Can't wait.Scott: Calm down, baby. Keep your legs together unt
His Mafia Princess Stacy— We're in France pt 4
He didn't leave the coffee shop that day. Not when I successfully completed ten orders in a row and threw myself into his arms because I was so overjoyed. Not when his lunch hour was over. Not when I made it through the day without a single mistake. He just sat there and watched me, waiting to talk to me whenever I had the chance.When he showed up the next day, I no longer feigned irritation or anger. He only stayed for the lunch hour this time, but I smiled and batted my eyelashes like every other girl that he gave half a look to. When he smiled back, it gave me butterflies like in the beginning.The stupid ring got me through the orders just fine. I still didn't believe in the pseudoscience that was anxiety rings, but it was a reminder of him and his love. In the end, that was enough to have me smiling at work. Breathing through the trigger word that was Cappuccino.Just the same, as the days passed,
